The Lost Islands
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Common

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.

bite me
Posted on April 22, 2020 at 06:41:10 PM by CAIN



The winter chill stuck to his black tobiano coat as he once again walked onto the shore from the frigid ocean water. Taking a moment to shake out his coat, the draft stallion gave a long snort to clear out his nostrils then took a look around. He'd been feeling good lately, having successfully escorted Maz to the desert and he had a good feeling about Melisma too. He felt sympathy for her, only seeing herself as a creature of the darkness, unwanted. He offered her sanctuary in the desert. He could only hope she took him up on the offer now. Maz was very different, being a spirited pony mare. She was smart and capable though and he had no doubt that she would thrive in the desert climate. He wasn't looking to have the biggest herd on the island. Numbers weren't the goal, at least anymore. But that didn't mean he couldn't offer his home to others if they needed the safety of a herd.

Driving off the two year old stallion who challenged him may have gotten him a victory that he needed after his loss of Primrose, but he knew it wouldn't be the last. He needed to stay on his toes and continue to look after his herd the best he could. With the addition of Scarecrow to his ranks, he felt better having an extra pair of eyes on the borders. Plus Harlequin had taken on the role of Guardian, also helping keep the others safe. He felt better about bringing others to the herd. He just needed to work more on keeping them safe once they got there. He knew he didn't have the grandest herd or the most plentiful herd lands, but he tried to make up for it in having strong independent mares who had good heads on their shoulders and giving them the attention they needed and deserved.

He was a far cry from the stallion he used to be. He came to these islands with no real idea how to be a wild stallion, but it didn't take him long to find out things needed to change. The mares he met along the way helped him out and steered him onto the straight path. Now he just needed to keep it up. He was still on the road to redemption and maybe he always would be, but in the meantime, he got to enjoy watching his mares grow and thrive and build friendships. He also got to see the kids he was blessed to have grow up and develop into amazing horses. He couldn't wait to see what the future held. As he walked further into the Common, his eye caught a pretty black mare with a dished face. She reminded him a little of Bhaskara and Bahadir, the two desert-bred horses that tried to take his home from him when he first came to the islands.

Giving her a low nicker to announce his presence, he trotted closer but stopped a few feet away so he didn't get in her space. Pricking his ears, he shook out his long tangled mane and reached his nose out to inhale her sweet scent. "Hello, I'm Cain of the Desert. What's your name?"


Cain_stallion_6yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert

Father to: Akello(xVihaan), Legolas(xGeneva), Paisley(xPrimrose), Carbon(xGeneva), Zena(xZubeia), Twinge(xHarlequin)

photo by JNix@Shutterstock



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