The storm threw Fell off course as he made his angry way to Atlantis. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for in Paradise, but he expected some sort of confrontation. Maybe it could bring him some closure to come face to face with Rougaru again after all these years, even if all he could do was lash out at the silver bay for creating such a monster as Fell.

But it was not to be. The skies darkened and the sea churned as Fell swam, and soon it was all he could do to keep his head out of the water. He fought with the storm, thrashed at the waves with his hooves and pinned his ears against the insult of salt spray in his eyes. Exhausted, he eventually gave in, and let the ocean have its way.

Through the driving rain, he recognized the jungles of Atlantis when the waves finally spat him out, but he knew he was not in Paradise. Black hooves sank deeply into soggy sand as Fell climbed up the shore, craning his neck to try and view the peak of the mountain that loomed above him. Through the haze of rain, the Ridge was a ghostly grey spire, and the spine of its peak was too shrouded in atmosphere to make out. Suddenly aware of how small he was, Fell slinked toward the treeline, seeking shelter beneath the dense canopy of the jungle.

But it seemed shelter here came at a steep price. Fell had hoped to cut through the Ridge and cross the border into Paradise, but as he climbed the sloping earth, he felt something shift beneath him.

It wasn’t directly beneath the black stallion, and shortly after feeling the shift, he heard the low rumbling that accompanied it. Fell turned his head to the left, eyes following the Ridge as its slopes steepened away from him. He watched with growing horror as the cliff actually began to move. Earth and vegetation began to slide down toward the sea, the movement most violent in the center of the slide, less so towards the outskirts. Fell was a good distance away from the epicenter of the slide, but he did not stick around to watch it. Beneath his hooves, saturated black soil began to churn and shift, and the black stallion immediately leaped away. He was lucky to have been at the edge; only a few sticky strides carried him out of the slipping earth and onto (slightly) more stable ground, but he wasn’t about to celebrate on the spot.

Fell turned tail and bolted into the jungle.

FELL

stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.