The Lost Islands
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I'm coming home....

Braylen

stallion | 15.1hh | palomino tovero | keeper of paradise


On average Braylen could say he had never spent so much time along. As he stood along the shore he wondered now if this is why Conquistador had so readily given up his reign over this sandy stretch of land? It seemed cursed; doomed to remain quiet and lifeless other than what live among the jungle vegetation. A heavy sigh escaped Braylen at these thoughts knowing that he was only further making his depression worse. He wanted his family back; or at least part of it that he had lost in the Forest. He wondered where his father was and what of Gandy? He supposed the head strong mare was still in the Forest holding her Lead position amongst her new herd.


Swishing his tail irritably, Braylen began to walk along the beach. The sand that pulled at his legs, the grains that had once made his skin itch and the humidity that at one point made it feel as if it was impossible to breath; Braylen no longer even noticed those things. He had wandered this Island long enough that he no longer even felt those irritations, only the nagging loneliness that dragged at his every step. Would he ever be able to start a family of his own or doomed to fail at this way of life?
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