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The Lost Islands
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~ you carry both lightning and thunder







~ you carry both lightning and thunder


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He had glanced over his shoulder, his pathetic cries for his mother fell on deaf ears as they swam with desperation back to the Ridge. His legs had been weak as he stumbled up on the familiar shores of home, and sobbed into the unkempt onyx mane of his father. The sobs raked his body until finally with swollen eyes he looked up at his father. "Will mother ever be able to come home?" he blubbered before finally pushed himself away from the group and disappeared into the dense jungle foliage.

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Ears flick atop his onyx crown, the faint whisper of the breeze rustles through the tops of the jungle canopy. His glances up at the bright colored birds that flit and hop around in the branches overhead and they bring little interest to him. He pushes himself from the quaint clearing, the babbling creek and the memories of his mother and his brief conversation in this very place. His heart thunders against his chest and a lump swells in his throat - he doesn't want to cry again so he pushes his weary legs into a thunderous gallop through the jungle.

He leaps over the twisting roots and through the hanging veins, not even pausing where father and him had play fought over spotted girl. He does not stop until he bursts through the dense jungle and into the bright sunlight. Sand flies from beneath his hooves as he charges forward right to the edge of the surf, he strikes out at it with pawing hooves. He catches a sob in his throat and his heart thunders wildly against his chest as he stares out at the ocean.

An unfamiliar voice draws him from his staring and glacial eyes fall on a pale woman who is speaking with - spotted girl. He stifles another sob, pivots and trots straight to her shoulder. Without a word he buries his head into her thick crimson mane and the flood gates open. Tears begin to trickle down his face and the sobs rack his body.

"I tried to be brave..." he whimpers into her mane. He has seen too much. The death of Osiris, Ysabel's attack and finally the death of another when they had come to rescue them. It all haunts him and he can't hold it back any longer.


Siguršr - Icelandic mutt - Yearling - Silver Grullo Sabino Chimera
Heir of the Ridge



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