The Lost Islands
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The sweltering afternoon sun warms the Prince's back as he naps quietly within a clearing buried deep in the jungle. It has been quiet in the Ridge, except for the occasional visit from his father, who he knows is out protecting the Isles from the bad guys - as his father put it. A sound within the jungle jostles him awake, he swivels his crown to squint into the shadows. As if on cue a brightly colored macaw, squawks and bursts into the sunlight, its feathers flashing in the sunlight.

With a soft snort he moves toward the jungle, he is curious what has scared that macaw from the shade of the canopy. As he ventures closer, he can feel a strange feeling overtake him... something is in there. The hair along his spine begins to stand on end, and his heart starts to thunder in his chest. He squints into the shadows and his glacial eyes pop in surprise as he comes face to face with a strange man who charges him. His ears disappear into the thin silver mane along his neck, as the man barrels down on him.

"Leave me alone!" he screams at the man as he begins to push him away from the others. He desperately tries to dodge away from the man and into the jungle, but every which way he tries to dart he is blocked. He whinnies, a desperate lonely cry, that falls on deaf ears... until the thunderous roar of Osiris rips through the clearing. The prince sighs, as he comes to a halt, standing his ground stubbornly. "You are in big trouble now!" he yells at the yellow man.

"Osiris is gonna kick your butt!" he snorts with a defiant raise of his silver and onyx crown.



Siguršr
4 months old - heir to the ridge - son of Björn & Nyimara




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