The Lost Islands
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Sinsof the father
Posted on February 13, 2018 at 02:31:10 AM by Warsaw


The smell of the sea was strong. He would never forget it, being one of the first things he had come to know in this world. Being away from the islands for so long felt unnatural. He had a purpose for coming back and that was to redeem himself. He had to be stronger than he was as a young stallion and not fall prey to a pretty face. A pretty face with a big attitude, but nevermind her. Warsaw would die here in Tinuvel because this time he planned to give his body to this island when the time came. This island, in return, would help nurture the offspring he would leave behind and hopefully, a story for others to tell for decades.

It was summer, but Tinuvel still had a bitter wind that bit at his features. He didn't mind and in fact he enjoyed the cold. His screams eventually ended and his front hooves were back on the wet sand beneth him. Mocha eyes closed as his grey head tilted back. His body relaxed and he took in a big, deep, breath of fresh air. Instently, his eyes snapped open. Someone was near by! His head snapped in the direction of the smell as his muscled tensed up. Was his Kingship already being challenged? No..it was a female. He relaxed. Warsaw would never feel threatened by the opposite gender and aside from one, he had never had to.

She came into view in the distance and he could only think of how fitting she looked on this wintery island. Bold and beautiful, but she was looked young too. He smirked, but tried to hide his amuzment as he stepped towards her. This mare looked like she owned the place which is funny because she was a mare. A mare didn't own anything, but the children she bore and even then her foals were only half hers. As he drew closer he noticed the various marks acrossed her coat. Poor pretty thing was destroying her good looks. He thinks of his own scars he had collected over the years from various brawls with other stallions. One even on these islands to keep a stallion from two of his mares.

It was hard to keep his tongue quiet, but somehow he kept his thoughts to himself. "Hello." He says boringly, almost a completely different stallion than the one just screaming on the beach. He stops a few paces away. "Welcome to the Inlet." Even though he was positive the mare has been here before, he still introduces his new peice of land. However, he does not introduce himself. The grey stallion keeps his head raised and his posture a mirror to her own, a horse of power.

He would be himself one day, but today he would be someone else. He wasnt going to lure any mares into the Inlet being himself and he needed a future generation.

Warsaw
sins of the father
stallion | grey overo | 16hh | king of the inlet

html by russell for tay


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