The Lost Islands
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Bitter as the Nettle [Herd]



”Don’t be silly darling, you will do fine.” The golden skeleton nosed her offspring’s shoulder trying to ease some of his tension. He had worked himself up into a mess after the former stallion had left. Her sharp face pinched in a frown, she had done this to him, no matter if she had tried to tell him how the world works, its no substitute for the real experience. El Cardo sighed and gave him one more encouraging nudge. It was like trying to do surgery after only hearing about it. Sato stand up straight and strong. You are a leader now, show some backbone.” Her mood soured in her guilt her words sharper than she had ever spoken. Her ears flicked back and forth in her indecision before she backed away from the golden colt. He needs to stand alone.

He was quite shocked at her tone but would never point it out to her. He just nodded her head and puffed out his lean chest. I can do this. The thin colt perked his ears up and called out to the horses meandering about the Dunes, his Dunes, his Home. A shiver ran down his spine, it was still such a novelty for the sun dazzled equine to call anyplace his home. In the time that he had been second in the land of sand he had grown very fond of the sand. The constant movement of the sand hills and the warmth in provided his, not so cold friendly body. This will be good. Sato pulled his body up straight and stomped down his worry as excitement took hold. I am going to meet horses again. A broad smile began to take claim to white sanded face.


satoMutt. Stallion. Sabino palomino. 2years. 15.1hh. Dunes.character and text by trepidation.
character by trepidation, html by russell.Click image for full size.


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