Solomon

Change was the nature of the Lost Islands. So much had transpired since the tobiano stallion had washed ashore that it was hard to remember how he'd felt walking onto Tinuvel's shores for the first time. Facing the daunting challenge of carving his own spot into the land had seemed like a monumental task, considering how many powerful leaders had led the various islands at the time. Solomon had been under the impression that once power was amassed, that it was hard to unseat, but that had been proven false multiple times in the past months.

The only major power that remained unchanged was that of Warsaw, and even that seemed to be on less than steady legs these days. Not that Solomon had any plans to unseat the gray king of Tinuvel. As much as Solomon wanted to amass power for himself, he understood that true power and security did not come without the help of alliances. Friends would be preferable, but making friends as an adult band stallion was not an easy task.

Still, Solomon had approached Warsaw about the new ruler in the Bay to find out what the scenario was. Was the plan to oust the reclusive stallion that had replaced the troublesome Liland? Or was he willing to support the monarchy that Warsaw had imposed across the isles?

What had become evident, was that no one knew yet. All three leaders had remained within their own borders, preoccupied with their own herds. Until now, at least.

Now Solomon's pale hooves marked a steady path across the Bay, hunting for the unknown stallion that had replaced the small pony male. After searching unsuccessfully for a few moments, the tobiano decided the better part of valor was simply to call out for the male. The last thing Solomon wanted to do was to give a first impression that wanted to give off was that he was here to steal mares of this stranger.

Stilling his stride, Solomon called out for the lead of the land and then settled in to wait. There was a chance that Warsaw would yet join them, but the grey had yet to make himself seen and Sol was not willing to wait longer. The lead of the Bay likely did not pose much threat to his own herd in the Cove directly, but if the Tinuvel monarchy was dissolved, that could change much for the tobiano stallion.

Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano Stallion | 17 Hands | The Cove