The Lost Islands
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Oderint Dum Metuant.


LET THEM HATE AS LONG AS THEY FEAR.



Watching the waves, Siren was drug from the darker train of thought she held towards Snapdragon. Her red eyes landed upon a foal in the waves, a bit to large to be one from this year. Perking her ears, the large mare gave a faint breath before moving down the beach as he washed ashore. She had been in his shoes once and it brought a soft smile to her lips. The gentle whicker that left her lips was touched with a motherly tone, but he was not her child. It mattered not though for the moment Siren placed her hot gaze on him, she knew one way or another he was meant just for her large hooves.


Moving to the yearling, the mare lowered her head as she took in him staring at her. The long locks of her mane draped down past her cheeks as she let a soft humm escape her lips. She was curious of him, but she could not get a sense of where he originated once she pulled in a breath. He was so water logged that his past scent was washed away and with Paradise around him, he would grow to smell of her home. It was a glorious place and she was a bit excited to see just what he would turn into.


“Hi young soldier.” She muttered, her voice kind as she stood above him, not sure entirely what to do with him yet. “You have washed ashore alone… how may I help you?” Siren hoped he could speak, but if he couldn't she would help him stand and take him to the Sanctuary where he could heal. That honestly was probably where she should reside anyways considering how her mental state was not entirely on par with anything. “My name is Siren, its nice to meet you.”

SIREN’S SYMPHONY
Mare | 18hhs | Gray | The replaced Crown of Paradise




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