The Lost Islands
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Of little faith

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He wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing.


Slowly, Dragomir moved from the trees among the large rock towards the shore. The sounds of waves crashing against the stone filled his ears and his nares flared to drag in the salty scent. Wild; the sea had never once been tamed, but could he truly claim the same? To have been brought here by that mare, it had meant he had given in. Never before had he done such a thing and he couldn’t help but admit to himself at least how much that had hurt his pride. Tail snapping from one flank to the other, his two toned eyes studied the spray as it was sent flying into the air as water connected to rock. Arriving here had been much to the same; his chest had slammed into a large red boulder before his hooves had been able to scramble up to climb atop and out of the sea’s grasp. He hadn’t left this dreaded island since.


Turning away, Dragomir began to walk along the tree line; the sound of his hooves connecting to the stone filling his ears moving ears. It was just far enough away from the shoreline that the mist in the air did not dampen his skin and he was left clean of the salt for the time being.


Dragomir

stallion | 14.3hh | chestnut tovero | belonging to the ridge
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