It was not long after the landslide had cut short Fell’s visit to the Ridge that he was back once again. Rougaru was gone from Paradise, and someone new had claimed it in his stead. Fell had not stuck around to look for any stragglers, despite the fresh scent of his brother Annubis within the borders of their old home. He didn’t care. He would not get what he needed from Rougaru’s many children; only from Rougaru himself.

Fell had never been the tentative type, but even he proceeded with caution as he crossed back over to the Ridge. He could tell immediately that a large portion of the jungle had been damaged by the landslide, but it seemed that the movement of the earth beneath had finally come to an end. After his first few thoughtful steps, when the ground did not try to swallow him up, Fell began travel through the damaged territory with more confidence.

The Ridge beneath him rose and fell in its usual state as an unmoving mountain, and as Fell descended and could see white sand through the thick undergrowth, he wondered if anyone still lived here. He knew Faolain was gone, and he had scented someone on the borders, but both times he passed through, he had encountered no one. But as he broke through the jungle’s tangled, grasping fingers, he spotted someone else.

On the beach, a white-gold mare.

She lay in the sand, nearly matching the champagne-colored beach and the white seashells that spotted it. Fell was immediately enraptured by the sight of her; curiosity as to why she was lying on the sand, mixed with the surreal sense that he was dreaming. He had halted before the waves, but now he turned, slinking quietly along the shoreline, until she was nearly within reach.

Go away.

So she had heard him, then. Fell stamped a hoof to let her know that he was not going anywhere; at least, not without her. She was too pretty, too delicious to leave behind on the peaceful Ridge beach. Fell lowered his nose as he circled her, coming around to where she could see him; where he could make it all the more plain that he was not leaving without her in tow. He reached out with dark lips to brush against her muzzle, if she let him; and then he aimed to give her just a little pinch on the neck to let her know it was time to go.

FELL

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