The Lost Islands
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in words that nobody knows

Idoneth
every little piece, love


The decision to leave had been an easy one, but it came with trepidation all the same. Idoneth and Gunther had been wandering together for about a year now, and recently they had found out she was pregnant. They had been thinking about leaving there together, and now it seemed it was time. They had gone into the sea, swimming in one particular direction. Gunther's protectiveness was endearing to her, keeping her close, even as they swam. Their love was young and tender, strengthened by the knowledge they would soon be raising a little one together.

Their hooves eventually found solid ground on a new island. There were signs other had passed here before, but the scents were stale. "Come, my Neth. Let us find some grass and fresh water." Gunther's tones were soft, beckoning her to venture further inland. They had rested for but a moment before journeying on. The mare was thankful that she was further along in her pregnancy, else they might have tarried longer. Much like the spotted male at her side, her own ears were pricked and eyes roaming for signs of other life nearby.

They finally approached a pool of water, and, as Gunther lowered his head to drink, Idoneth happened to catch sight of movement. Another equine approached them, male and slightly shorter than herself. "Pardon the intrusion, but I was wondering if you might be able to help me? " Her eyes glance to her young mater briefly before she responds to him. "We've only just arrived on these shores, but I'm sure we could help in some way or another. What do you need help with?"

It is at this moment that a loosed whinny catches her attention. Her ears twist this way and that searching for the direction from which it had come. Neth hugs her thick body closer to Gunther, trusting him to deal further attention to the stallion, as she turns her head away to search. Another equine stands some distance away in the sands, a red tail raised and blowing in the coastal breeze. The sooty maiden gives her own response, a welcoming whistle to invite the other to their location. She wasn't willing to leave her mate's side in such an unknown territory. She did think it bode well that there were so many residents nearby.



female . 4 years . arabian x russian heavy draft . sooty liver chestnut minimal sabino . 17 hands


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