The Lost Islands
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We were born sick


Warsaw
. Fourteen Years Old . Earl of the Inlet . Grey Overo . Stallion .



"Im not a damn babysitter!"


The stallion grumbles at about the life he lived in his Inlet. His imagination had dreamt him up a world much different than this where his cold land was filled with the scent of ripe females. Reality was he only had one female, well he did, but she may have escaped him, and the rest of the females in his home was family. His daughter and the filly he raised because she wouldn't. That was his fault as he pressured her to have that child.

His captive sister who found her mother on her deathbed. The truth about her brother was revealed so now she was more his captive than ever. Her daughter was beautiful and it was just a pity she was his neice. That fact might not matter anymore as there was no one else to play with. No other ways to spread his genetics other than the foals he did sire out in the world.

Requim might be his only hope at keeping his legacy alive. He would teach the boy how to be the terror he was and how to keep his bloodline alive. There was hope his generation would spark new population on these islands. He could not let Cullen know of Requim's existence just yet. Not until he had another child to dump off to the Lagoon. Perhaps his sister could help in thay aspect.

The grey's eyes narrow as he watches the foals of his home play on the beach. He hated how much time they took up that he could use searching for females, but they must know his teachings and they must never leave. Maybe one day he could trust them to return, but for now they were his prisoners.





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