The Lost Islands
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Where is your boy tonight?



Why did they have to stay here? Dmitrei thought bitterly, kicking at some shrubbery that had decided to stick out oddly from the ground. The herd had not moved for a while, though the big man-stallion had come and gone a number of times. Talks of moving the herd with the change of seasons excited the colt. Finally, a different point of view from this particular clearing. There had been another scent lingering around the herd. He had picked up on it the number of times he had marched away from his mother. The scent was confusing to him. It was similar and familiar to him, but strange and distant. He did not like it, but he also envied it. Whatever it was, it had the freedom to do whatever it wanted while he was stuck here. Stuck because he was ‘too young’.

Dmitrei snorted at the shrub, as if it was the thing that offended him so. Life had been dull. His brother only wanted to explore so much, and the adults had been diligent in keeping them from wandering away at night. Something about wolves or some shit like that. His hoof stomped on the ground, accompanied by another snort. The colt was getting restless. Eyes flashed from his white mask. He was getting far too bored to be allowed.

When a different call sounded on the wind and his mother raced away a moment of panic flared in the colt. Fear of being alone was non-existent. But something was happening that he was not aware, nor in control of. The palomino colt called out his own childish bellow and raced after his mother. Eyes locked onto the strange stallion and his panicked confusion turned to rage. Pagan had spoken to him about protecting his herd and his family from strangers, strange stallions, and this new man had never shown his face before. His call turned into a challenge as he raced forward, stopping short of Braylen and kicking out his feet. In the past he had failed in his singular attempts to defeat the Lead Stallion, but he hoped his brother could come join him in the defense of their mother against this unknown…

Mother was touching noses with this stallion. Dmitrei stopped his attack dead, staring at the two in utter confusion and bewilderment. This was a danger! And a threat! And she was nuzzling him!

What. The. Eff.



Dmitrei
Colt : Spanish Mustang Mutt : Palomino Tobiano : BraylenXAbigail
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