The Lost Islands
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living like we're renegades *
Posted on September 19, 2016 at 10:25:07 PM by asp *

the coffin is moving

He could not remember the smell of the Forest after so many years being away, but as soon as he set foot on its grey and rocky shores, he felt home. Home had only ever been in the eyes of a spotted mare that had left a while ago and he hadn’t followed; and for a moment his heart throbbed. But it was long gone--she was long gone--and while he was still angry, he had more or less let her go.

The Forest had been the last place Asp had called home, and it was only natural that the overo stallion would make his final stop in the islands here. It was nice to revisit his old haunts (and haunt some of the new inhabitants while he was at it) but the Forest had been his and had meant the most. It was not nearly so muddy as the Ridge, and never as cold as the Inlet.

In truth, the Forest was his Paradise.

Color him surprised when he smelled not a stallion on the trees and the wind, but a mare. He immediately believed it to be Jormungandr, the mare who had belonged here (though he’d never formally met) and paid it little to no mind.

He had, after all, only heard stories of the Forest’s lead mare who had been dethroned once he had taken the territory from Lyden.

So on the red-haired stallion went, slinking along the bark of the trees and leaving his scent there.

It was time to rebuild.

(Or so he believed.)

asp *
five . quarter horse . red dun [ee/Aa/DD/nO] . stallion . homeless . played by hashtag




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