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.




I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd been on the Crossing Isle, let alone had the time to casually stroll through the common grounds. Life was settling back into a peaceful calm on Luthien, but I was puzzled to find myself more restless with this sudden slow in pace. Maybe it was just going to take a while for the shock of the last year to finally begin to wane. I just couldn't swim away from my golden hills fast enough today.

I rose onto the familiar shore, my nostrils flaring as they caught the scent of so many. I gave my copper coat a good shake in the brisk, autumn air and walked off. I had no plan today - no goal to bring more newcomers home. I just had to be someplace else, see something besides the usual tall yellow stalks.

I tried to push Jabari from my mind, but every so often my heart would somersault in my chest, thumping a sharp reminder of the worry I carried for my son. It was months still, before he would be freed from Rougaru's grasp. I was counting down the days.

I stopped to graze intermittently, lipping lazily at the grasses that were already growing brittle and dry with the looming change in seasons. My honey brown gaze flicked to a few horses in the distance as they passed by. No one rang with familiarity in my mind. Everyone I knew and respected was gone, old and retired, or having left this Earth completely. It was strange to think of them - Valentine, Orhan, Valve, Nephilim - legends in name only these days, with far too many fresh faces who didn't know or care to learn about the history of this place. Soon, it felt, I would be with those old friends, just a stale thought in the passing breeze.

I breath another heavy sigh, and contemplate swimming to Salem on my way home. But before I dwell much on it, a small splashed mare appears in the distance. She seems somewhat lost and uncertain. I watch her for a long moment with half-interest, my whiskered nostrils sucking in shallow, staccato breaths as I test the chilly air for her scent. A few stallions pass her over, and eventually I decide to walk up.

I nicker as I approach, halting several feet away. I cock a right hip high and fold a rear ankle in a casual resting position. I bob my head and offer her a short smile. "Well hello." I offer gruffly with the flick of my red tail. "Are you looking for someone?"



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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