The Lost Islands
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Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.

Live through this lie







Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.




The mare seemed open to be approached, but still I keep my distance. She seemed cautious, but not at all aggressive.

My copper-colored ears flick forward and at attention when she speaks, and I snort in confusion when she mentions "two leggers". Perhaps she is from a distant land and I misunderstood her dialect. Nevertheless, I toss my heavy head, my red mane lapping at my thick neck as I do so and snort.

"Well, many here can still be unkind." I offer. "My name is Shamwari. I live in the Prairie on a neighboring island called Luthien. What brings you to the islands?"

My honey brown eyes scan our surroundings. The open pastureland was desolate, a troubling trend that was unfortunately growing used to during this war-torn period among the isles. Nevertheless, my interest remained on the mare.



Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h |
Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl



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