The Lost Islands
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A long time ago
Posted on June 10, 2012 at 05:01:39 AM by nikola

Aralusian | Grullo | 15 hh | Five | Fuchs


This place was perfect. On rolling hills where he could wander and run and be a free spirit, he was also pelted with rain most of the time, if not caught in a calming light drizzle. Today the rolling dark clouds hovered nearby with the promise of a good show cast in the bursts of light within the darkness. It was static. The air was thick and ready to explode. Nikola tingled with anticipation. He couldn't contain himself to sit beneath a canopy branch, for when the first roll of thunder shattered the peaceful pitter-patter, he shot out from under it as if out of a cannon. Hooves beat against soggy ground, tearing up soft vulnerable green and threw it behind him. He tossed his head skyward and let out a loud booming call out to the heavens in sheer delight. It was one thing to be excited and happy for rain, but Nikola was positively obsessed. It was his pride and joy to study the powerful electrical strikes, the scars on the Earth from where they touched down.

In all of his gallivanting, he covered a large part of his land. Going full speed with thick aralusian legs would do that to you! His chest ached from the strain, his lungs stung sharp with every chilly inhale from the cold the rain brought, but his body practically steamed in contrast, sweating unnoticeably. He slowed his pace, ears perked as he laid eyes on the first living things since his battle with The Dragon in these very hills. He called to them, a friendly welcome whinny that he followed with a brisk trot in their direction, his exhale puffing out his nose in billowing clouds. His heart thumped in his chest in rhythm with his gait and Nikola basked in his happy mood. Life was perfect.

"Hello there!" he spoke when he neared them, still a good twenty feet away but surely in earshot, even over the sporadic thunder. Coming to a proud swaggering walk to near them from their left sides. "Welcome to the Ridge. Can I help you ladies with anything?" Sharp eyes noted the milky hue of one of the soggy mares, making sure not to get too close as to threaten her. He kept his tone light and cheerful, cranking his volume enough so that his words were not swept away by the wind and rain of the oncoming storm. It would only get worse, of course, but it would die to a drizzle sooner than he liked. It always did. "I am Nikola." He stopped a good five feet from the duo, not wanting to come off as a threat.




N I K O L A



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