The Lost Islands
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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

and I can’t resist Psychedelic, Any

Kendry’s head pulls back in surprise at Psych’s sudden assertion. “Yeah?” he says, a slow grin working its way across his lips. “Well. How ‘bout that.” He considers what it would be like to live under Psych’s rule. It’s impossible to imagine anything specific, but he does know without any doubt that it would be fun. “When you’re ready, Psych, I’ll back you,” he promises, reaching out to nip the gold-white neck of his friend to seal the deal.

He makes a note to learn what he can from Kasabian to better help his friend, when the time comes. What makes an effective leader, what good and what bad comes from the way Kasabian runs things? These are things he’ll observe and store for later use. Right now he’s loyal as a dog to the boss he voted in all by himself, but Kasabian won’t be around forever. Best to get prepared for what’s next, even if it is years and years down the road.

“Let’s go,” he says with a gleeful buck before turning to trot out of the Lagoon. Kendry doesn’t really know where he wants to go or who exactly he plans to see when they get out of the bachelor territory, but he’s plenty happy to be off carousing with his friend. They match nicely, Psych offsetting their pale coats with his generous gold splashes, Kendry himself likely to attract attention just by his significant height and girth.

Kendry leads them through the sparse woods as the afternoon lengthens toward evening. It has been a good day and, even if they find no entertainment here the perlino is certain it will be an enjoyable night. These Islands are theirs; he and Psych can do and say what they like, go where they will— who will stop them? They are responsible for no one but themselves and their brothers. He slows on the far end of the Falls. The roar of the waterfall in the distance is muted, but also as familiar to him as the birdcalls and squirrel chatter that have punctuated each day; he tunes it out effortlessly and glances at his comrade with another wide grin. “I’ve half a mind to hit up Luthien soon,” he says. “I grew up over there, next to this big stretch of woods I never ended up exploring. Felt like I’d get stuck between all those trees,” he says, and laughs.

KENDRY
stallion . draft mutt . five . perlino [EE Aa CrCr] . 18hh . son of marlena

twister & HopeFull @ colourlovers.com



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