The Lost Islands
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Falls

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

This is no ordinary love



Nova ambled through the meadow somewhat distracted. Her crystal blue eyes were wide and alert, her ears took in the rushing sounds of the waterfalls in the distance, but her mind was somewhere else. The young mare was racking her brain to try to remember the nuances from the meeting between those two buckskin Akhal Tekes from the Dunes' herd. They both clearly knew something that they chose not to share with her. She could see it in the way they shifted their glares from each other to the earth in between their hooves. She could tell by the nervous, yet calculated way they chose their words. Something was off. And now she was worried about her mother.

The mare was too distracted to notice the heavy set stallion in the distance. That is, not until she was close enough for him to notice her. Nova watches him as his eyes glance over her, and she snorts mildly when he speaks, in a way to let him know she sees him and that's she's not interested in any games. The mare rolls her eyes at his pointless banter. A pink tongue emerges from between her whiskered lips and she laps eagerly at the salt water that's dried there, before stopping at the bank of the wide pool which the falls keep full, and lowered her head to drink. She watches him from the corner of her eye until she drinks her fill, her tongue once again lapping at her lips before she decides to give the stallion her full attention, albeit briefly.

"Looks like he already took a chunk out of you," Nova hissed, eyeing the large wound on the grey stallion's backside. She allows her gaze to hover over the wound, which looked mostly healed by now but left behind a nasty scar, and then flicks her tail quickly over her haunches. Nova lived on the common isle long enough to know his type. He didn't have a herd of his own. He was one of those lonely, nomadic types, that ones that holed up in that awful lagoon. But if he lived here, maybe he'd seen her mother. Despite her age, Evaline was still very much attractive. She could turn the head of just about any stallion. She mused this one would be no different.

"Hey, have you seen a palomino mare wandering around lately? Older than me, but still pretty. I'm looking for her."



Vita Nova
4 | Mare | Evaline x Valentine | Smoky Back Splash | 15 hh | © Vinyl
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