The Lost Islands
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we are the walking dead *
Posted on September 19, 2016 at 10:58:01 PM by asp *

the coffin is moving

The second island he visited was the first he had called home--Tinuvel. The Inlet.

He remembered it being cold, but he had forgotten exactly how cold was cold. He came from the ocean, his fur soaked with sea and salt, and nearly immediately fractals of ice began to form across his red coat. He surged past the rocks and into the sand, which was damp and dark, but it was better than nothing. He sank to his knees and rolled, kicking his heels as the frigid feeling began to leave his muscles.

He was certainly not built for the Inlet.

As he rose, he inhaled, his nostrils flaring at the scent of mare. It was overpowering, but somewhere in there was the pungent musk of stallion. Still, Asp was never a worrier, and therefore he left the beach front with his head held high and curiosity in his heart.

After all, there had to be some sort of reason as to why the place smelled more dominantly female than male. Had the Peak advanced their territory, suddenly finding purpose in life?

He doubted it, but it would certainly make for a good laugh--not because he was sexist, but because the volcano had sat dormant for so long he could only assume that the reason why they’d gone into action was something terribly and deliciously dramatic.

(He would find the truth just as amusing, no doubt.)

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




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