The Lost Islands
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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

we were made for so much more


cricket
cricket
FEMALE | ANDALUSIAN MUTT | 16.2 HH | EIGHT | AMBER CHAMPANGE DUN PINTALOOSA[Ee/Aa/TT/LPlp/nPATN1]

She meandered across the meadow at a pace which said she had no where to be, unsure of just how her father had spent the last few months here and alone no doubt. It was so… monotonous. Yes the faces seemed to change every day, there was never any shortage of visitors drawn to the scenic appeal of the Falls, but Cricket always seemed to yearn for more. She had plans, more for herself than anything else as up to this point in her life that was about as far as her vision stretched, but she was eager for things to get moving. Her pale hooves dug through the soft soil with purpose as she followed the river back to its origins at the base of the iconic waterfall. Even before she had stepped foot on the Islands for the first time she had known of its existence, one of the key landmarks of her father’s former (at the time) home it had made its way into a enough of his tales.

It was why she hadn’t been surprised to find him hovering in their presence when she finally tracked him down. To be honest she wasn’t entirely sure of the appeal. Sure they were pretty, if you liked that sort of thing or had hours to lose posing in its picturesque frame. But they were loud, the dull roar a constant echo anywhere she went in their vicinity and it left the air constantly damp. Speaking of, she gave a hearty shake as she strode into its reach, huffing as her russet mane settled in damp dreadlocks against her neck once more. Only when she looked up did she see the unfamiliar figure standing oh so mesmerized in the grasp of the landmark. The white-painted girl fought the roll of her azure eyes as she approached. “I wouldn’t recommend going for a swim, its freezing cold.” She called out as she stopped a short distance away. “Even the ocean is warmer this time of year it seems.” You couldn’t pay her to set hoof in the mountain runoff despite the warming temperatures Spring was ushering in.

This was the season of change though, and with her arrival on the Islands Cricket could sense that it was coming for her too. She was ready for it too, the charge down her spine tingled with the anticipation.

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the sound in the silence...
...the light in the darkness
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