The Lost Islands
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we were born sick

Warsaw
grey overo stallion - 11 years old - mutt - 16hh - devil’s retribution x sojourner - inlet king

Frustration filled his thoughts as he fled from the two mares in the commons. The conversation had begun completely different from the ending and his mind had formed a different outcome. It wasn't particularly a good outcome for the two mares, but for him it was nice. How it really ended left him upset.

He fought to keep old memories from surfacing, and instead, pretended things had went his way. The mares would be coming to meet his sister and from there he would keep them here, but he knew they were not coming. He would just say they got lost at sea. A few days has past since then and life was uneventful of late. Winter was approaching so not many visitors came by anymore. He doubted many would come anyway after hearing word from Persephone of how he held her captive for a month's time. It was simply not his fault she failed to protect her herd, but he knew that choice would be back to bite him later.

Dark hooves stomped the dry ground as he lazily patrolled. No one has greeted him in days and there was no one to greet. Sabela couldn't reply back, Celestria's reply was always unpleasant, and he couldn't seem find his pregnant mistress anywhere. The Inlet still felt so empty so it was decided he wouls find a way to add another member before winter hit hard on Tinuvel. He didn't want to travel once ice set in so he would have to make his journey soon, maybe even today.

His direction turned from the backside of his home as he moved towards the unforgiving sea. It was always a risk to swim out in the ocean, but every horse here made that move at least a few times in their life. If they didn't herds would never gain new blood. The sounds of waves crashing into the beach grew louder, but as they did so did the sound of approaching hooves. There was someone moving inland. The grey stallion stuck his nose to the breeze and caught a whiff of an interesting scent.

He could feel the testosterone building as he continued closer to the scent he was interested in greeting. Finally, his nose was confirmed as her dark, white splashed, form came into veiw moving his way. A large smirk overtook his lips and soon after a nicker was sent her direction. His hooves came to a stop and he waited to see if she would finish the distance between them.



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