The Lost Islands
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NEON
Neon was grazing peacefully with her nine month old daughter Neferyt beside her. Warsaw had gone off to what she could only perceive as another battle. Even though she believed every herd needs a strong stallion for protection, they sometimes annoyed her with their testasterome fueled fights they had. There wasn't anything she herself could do to change that, well besides try to leave, but then her and Neferyt would be unprotected and god only knows what or who would happen.

Both their dials shoot up at the call. That was most definietly a mare calling, calling her claimenece upon this land. What had happened to Warsaw? Her ears go back as fear begins to rise and turning her head to her daughter.Stay closeSHe says as she moves toward where the call had come from.

When she got in site of the other , Warsaw was there but clearly bleeding. By the way he is moving and the fact the mare in front of him just told them she was the owner of this land now confirmed her fears. She didn't think a mare couldn't rule or anything, but did this mean this herd did not have a stallion to protect it?

Keeping Neferyt close she moves to stand near Warsaw but not too near if he is angry enough to snap out at her or Neferyt, But Neferyt is on purpose situateted so she or warsaw were on her side for better protection. what have you done? She says to the mare one ear flat back the other on the mare. I don't know what your plan is or why you needed to uproot our stallion but I hope there will be a stallion, who would protect the borders you? Thats a stallions job. Sure she knew she could freely leave most likely but what if this mare demanded that they all stay without Warsaw to protect them? she didn't know what was to happen so she made it clear her stance. Okay probably a little too much, maybe she should of waited to speak more but she was letting it all come out. She feared a mare only run herd.

Neferyt head shot up alongside her mothers and she nods as she follows her mother over the dying grass terrain. She eyes the mare warily and notices her fathers blood. She does not speak as it is not her place to speak. She nudges her mothers rump as she stands a little behind her mother and father. Her ears on the other mare.
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