▻ 5 years - 17.3 hh - mutt - maximum sooty dunskin secret sabino - lagoon associate ◅
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He had won that brawl those years ago and he stands now alert over a couple of mares that had fallen into the reaches of the Lagoon men, having finally come into his own. He had been a big youth with Psychadelic had initiated him, but he’d just started filling in the large hooves and long legs that brought him uncomfortably tall in comparison to many around him.
His gold-flashed black hide catches the semi-tropical sun through the nearly jungle canopy - something between bayou and tropical rainforest in the part of the Lagoon that he tried to keep the Trinkets and children towards. Humidity collecting wetness and his sweat to shine aside, he still shone with the unusual metallic gleam to his golden-peeking hide. He shudders and then shakes himself of the odd sensation as he breaks past the spanish moss and stepped further into the more tropical clearing they now lingered with its large fronds and less squishy earth. Swamp to the central territory, tropics to the surrounding expands in a ring around it - there was such variety here.
He had kept them away from the most swampy of the territory, as I said, but he wondered if today wasn’t a good day to go visit the beaches of the Lagoon’s namesake. At least the barrier reef and shallow atoll would keep the sharks away. "Ladies, children, I think today will be a traveling day - we will go to the Lagoon and camp there for a day or two." The winter in the lagoon towards the south was very much warmer anyhow. The ocean would be brisk, the sun would be warm and bright, and the land to the southwest would be prime with a lack of sucking traps to pull them under.
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