The Lost Islands
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Take a Bite



Her body was ever changing and growing as she aged. She was nearing a year old already and it felt like she'd barely scratched the surface of everything the world had to offer. She looked forward to her first trip off the island, sure that her mother would allow her once she showed her well she could swim. She'd been practicing when she could get a moment away from her mother, going out further and further every time before returning to shore. Sure, her mother told her it was dangerous and that the tides could drown her in no time, but she was fearless and wanted to push the limits of what she could do. The colt that she'd befriended was gone with his mother and she couldn't find other foals to play with. She was sure there had to be others around; she just wasn't looking hard enough.

Running over the dunes, she let out another squeal as she called for attention, kicking and bucking as she pawed the sand and snorted. Someone had to hear that, right?

Raptor_mare_0yo_Mutt_15hh_Smoky Black Varnish Roan Ee aa nCr nLp_brown eyes_Golden Illusion x Kestrel_Salem Dunes

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