The Lost Islands
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it's all gonna end soon *
Posted on September 19, 2016 at 09:52:09 PM by asp *

the coffin is moving
Ah, the life of the unwanted.

Asp knew it, but it wasn’t as though he did it on purpose. Every time he disappeared to find his Dragonmaw, he abandoned his home and his herd; exiling himself to not return. But this time, he had come back Dragon-less and (mostly) the better for it. He had grown tired of chasing the spotted mare across the world, only to feel her slip away just as he’d caught her again.

One mare’s company did not outweigh the company of many, right?

And so the bald-faced stallion came back to the islands, expecting the same run-around as before: his home, taken by youngling colts or aging fathers; but as he approached the Ridge (for it was the closest to spike of mainland he’d departed) he found that the herd stallion’s scent was not lacking.

Interesting.

It might’ve been enough to put off a younger or decrepit stallion, but Asp was neither of those things and anyway he always had a tendency to sate his curiosity. And it was possibly a good thing that he did, for as he walked up a path he’d thought he had forgotten, he found a red slip of a mare waiting for…

Something.

He could smell her energy and it put him on edge, his skin shivering. Clearing his throat, Asp asked,

“What’s got you all frazzled? Ain’t nothing dangerous for miles and miles and miles, ‘cept maybe the guy who’s callin’ this place his.”

And maybe he himself, but Asp was willing to play the nice guy card for the moment. He, after, all, had nothing to bring the mare back to.

Not yet.

asp *
five . quarter horse . red dun [ee/Aa/DD/nO] . stallion . homeless . played by hashtag




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