The Lost Islands
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Come on now, honey.

Aralusian | Grullo (EE aa Dd) | 15 hh | Five | Fuchs

Nikola was on edge. Things weren't as perfect as they had been though it was a tiny bit better knowing Pierce would be home soon. Hopefully. Truth be told he hadn't seen hide or hair of her since leaving the Dunes. Badr had promised to make sure she would make it home safe and the wild bay was more than capable.. but she wasn't home yet.. Snorting loudly he pawed at the earth, the clacking sound of hoof hitting the hard stone of his perch beneath him. From here he could see the coast from which most of the traffic came and went. At least, to get off and on the island from The Ridge itself. The summer sun was shining and the sky was spitting out sporadic drops of warm rain. He'd rather it storm; it would certainly match his mood.

He'd apparently been brooding too long on his own for when he came out of his own worries and thoughts, there was a stranger on his coast. Ears pinned and he was immediately angry that the form was not Pierce and perhaps a stallion coming to take more of what was rightfully his. With another infuriated snort he turned on his heels and charged down the path that wound around his home and emptied out quite closed to the shore. In the small time that it took for the surefooted man to make his way to the stranger he'd calmed a bit but it wasn't until her feminine scent hit his flared nostrils that he really let his anger fall to the wayside. Not a threat, he approached her with a slower gait, wickering towards her before approaching cautiously. "Welcome to da Ridge," voice heavily accented but not so that you couldn't understand him. "Are joo jus' passing tru or lookin' for a home?"



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