we'll ride in the gathering storm -" />
The Lost Islands
CLICK FOR IMAGE CREDITS


we'll ride in the gathering storm





Dögun

We'll ride in the gathering storm





With each day, the temperatures dropped steadily, a forewarning of the snow and frigid cold that would soon engulf the Lost Islands. The pony king could sense the change that was happening around him, even the change that was happening to his grullo coat. His shiny summer coat was begin replaced day by day with his fuzzy winter coat, the layers soon piled on. He was being prepped with each passing day with a winter coat that would protect him from the frigid winds that whipped around Tinuvel. A single ear swivels towards Soljor as the painted stallion laughs, it was a deep laugh, one that was contagious. Soon the grullo was chuckling along with him, just the thought of pampered southern horses made him laugh. "Atlantis, eh? I'v only traveled there a single time. The weather is muggy and to warm for this ol' boy." He pauses listening quietly to Soljor, understand the concerns of a father, who had to decide where his girls were to end up.


Dögun did not have any foals of his own, he wished for some, but that would be in the future. "I would agree to that, it is a good thing that they have a father such as you than, Soljor. Most daughters are not so lucky." It sounded difficult to him.


Magnus, a spotted stallion, if Soljor trusted him, than Dögun would also. It seemed as if Soljor was a good judge of character. "I trust that you would not let another stallion into your home without trusting him. So, with that, I will trust Magnus until he shows me otherwise." Dögun was the trusting type, almost to a fault. Just as the conversation was beginning to lighten up, Soljor's tone went serious. It automatically grabbed his attention, he takes a step forward, so that he could hear every word that he spoke. Insuring that he would not miss the important information that Soljor was about to freely give.


As Soljor describes the creature, he can feel the hair rising on his muscled nape. A fear began to well within his chest, Two of my strides to match one of it's. Ochre eyes run the length of his height...How large of a creature must it of been? "I will keep a look out for such a creature... I will begin to patrol my borders that much more, I will keep an eye out for such tracks. If I see any further sign I will come to you and see what we can do to rid ourselves of this predator. I fear that if what you say is true, we probably would of preferred the wolves." His tone, strained, he tried to gather his wits, he could not afford to lose any more mares.


word count: 343



Icelandic | Grullo [ Ee aa Dd] | 13.2 hh
King of the Inlet






Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->