The grullo pony king battles against the ocean, the salty waters wash over him with each stroke. Some threaten to pull him under, but he fights with every bit of his strength. He was on a mission, to insure that Grai had made it safely to the Ridge with his family, and to claim back what was his. Sigrun. He had always had a special spot for her, and he had sat back idle for too long. It was now time to go and bring her back to the Inlet. He snorts as salty water washes into his nostrils.
A green smear begins to form into the island of Atlantis, with renewed energy he powers through the choppy ocean. With a few final strokes his hooves touch solid ground, sand...warm sand. He lifts his head high on his muscled neck, gazing about this beautiful place, but this was not the first time he had ventured to this island. He had tried earlier last year to raid a mare from Paradise, it of course had been unsuccessful, but never the less he had tried. He easily climbs the sandy beach, his ears flicker atop his crown. He halts at the top of the sandy beach.
Opening his maw, his bugle rings out from deep within his chest, announcing that he was here. His dark nostrils test the wind, searching for the scents that were familiar. As he sorted through the scents, an uneasy feeling begins to pitch in the pit of his stomach. An overwhelming feeling of dread was crawling up on him.