The Lost Islands
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Welcome to The Lost Islands! Before joining, please ensure that you have read the general section on our rules page; all other sections can be consulted as needed. Please also make sure that your character's name is available by checking the Members and Reserved Names pages.

Please also be sure that your character's height and color conform to breed standards. All horses must be between 13 and 18 hands tall, but a maximum of 2 inches above or below the breed standard is permitted for natural variation. Please be as specific as possible regarding your character's color so that we can list it accurately on the members page (e.g. specifying base colors for gray horses; specifying a particular pinto pattern; etc). However, you do not need to have any particular knowledge of color genetics; the mods will help you with this if needed.

Please include the following information in your joining post:

  • Member Name
  • Character Name
  • Gender
  • Breed
  • Color
  • Height
  • Age
  • Lineage (if born on TLI)

If you are a new member, please also include the following:

  • Member Contact (e.g. email or discord name)
  • Sample Post (old work is accepted)
  • How you found out about us (e.g. an ad, referral from another player, etc.)

Finally, please wait until a moderator accepts you before you begin posting in-character. Otherwise, have fun!

Way down we go

they will run you down, down till you fall

Member Name - Faygo
Character Name - Capella
Gender - Mare
Breed - Quarter horse
Color - black
Height - 15.3
Age - 6 years


Sample Post (old work, recycled from an old horse rpg i use to post on)
A flash of dark silver thudded through the trees that caressed the northern border of the meadow. Dark mane and tail flowing behind him like a proud flag as he carefully picks his way through the unknown land. Debris and mud left behind from the recent snow melts covered his dark legs.

In all honesty he wasn't sure why he had pushed himself today. It felt like he was running at home, alongside the others from the herd. But nothing looked familiar. Nothing here felt like home. It had been a long time since the silver grullo behemoth had known that feeling. Shaking that feeling from his head Sirocco continued on his way making plenty of noise. Standing at seventeen hands high, Sirocco made no attempt to be silent as he canters through the trees. There was no point. The large hooves attached to his muscular form simply did not allow for him to sneak about.

There was a nagging thirst tickling the back of the stallion's throat. One that he had managed to ignore in the past twenty minutes. But its demand appeared to be growing - less of a thing to ignore now. The muddied creature slowed to a trot just as the trees begin to thin out around him. The mid day spring sun warming his back as his sunset golden orbs scanned the area for somewhere to quench his thirst. What looked like a small river before, now swelled from the snow and occasional rain showers beckons the large stallion towards it. He is careful of his steps as he draws nearer to it. The water is cold but he continues until his thirst felt thoroughly sated


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mare - six years - no herd
love, dante



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