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Falls

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A Mystic, Myth, or Fable...

Ailill
stallion~Gold Cream Champagne Sabino~15.3hh
It was the last days of autumn and he knew once the winter hit it would have been harder for anyone to travel to Crossing, even from the warmer sands of Atlantis. He sighed softly as he moved through the common lands, seeking anyone who might have needed a home or at least a friendly stranger’s face before cold gripped them and made everyone a little more irritable. Ear pricked for a moment when he thought he heard something in the distance. He was not far from the shore and he could have sworn there was a cry that pierced through the crashing waves. His skin twitched under the chilling air. Something had taken a turn for the worse and he could feel it. Concerned, he started to make his way back towards the sands.

Ailill would never have called himself overly perceptive, but even in the setting dusk he could see the sands had been pounded on and moved. He thought back to the call he thought he heard, and confirmed it in his head. Someone new had come to the island. By the sounds of it, the waters were starting to take a turn for the worse. His heart flickering in concern the stallion trotted up the sandy beach, following the tracks. Broken branches and crushed leaves were scattered about. Long tendrils of dark mane and tail were captured by the claws of the trees. The whole scene only fueled his growing sense of unease. He picks up the pace, straining to hear the sounds of hooves or horse over the sounds of the grumbling falls. His eyes strained in the darkness and he could not help but sigh in relief when he saw a mare standing in the darkness next to the falls, her head lowered to the sweet water. The creamy gold stallion breathed an audibly heavy sigh, not caring if she heard him and was a hard hearted creature. At least she was alive after what appeared to be a struggle through the trees.

My lady, he greeted softly in the dark so as not to spook her. I gathered you have just got here. I know the water can start to get harsh this time of year. How did you fare? Is there anything I can do for you?
...A Truth or Fairytale...
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