The Lost Islands
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turn men into beasts



Tyr could hear rustling just across the stream as something big moved through the thick greenery. His ears tipped towards it, and he raised his large head to watch as the mare emerged into the small opening at the edge of the water where he could see her clearly. She was pretty; her sooty coloring different than many of the other horses he had seen on the islands. Instinct demanded he cross the water to her side, pin his ears and snake her back towards the herd. Clearly if she was lost, no one would be looking for her to know where she had gone. But the golden stallion refrained. He had made a promise to leave those behaviors behind. What would Oswin think, if he laid teeth on this stranger; this mare, and kept her here?


“No intrusion.” Tyr replied, offering her a friendly smile that concealed any of those dark, nagging thoughts. “You’ve made it to the Ridge. Where were you hoping to go?” he asked.


As he spoke, Tyr felt the dark thoughts slowly recede. It had been brief; fleeting, and his self-control had quickly conquered those instincts. He could help this stranger back to her home, to wherever she was looking for, and then return to his family the better man for it. Tyr could proudly tell Oswin what he had done, instead of trying to keep a disgraced secret that would no doubt come back to bite him in the ass.

html: reba | art: six | img: unsplash
stallion | shire x | silver sooty dunalino roan pintaloosa | 18hh

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