The Lost Islands
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In the days of old; escape

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Osceola

Anger had been a slow smoldering feeling inside the mare, growing with each passing season. She had brought her worries, concerns and feelings to her stallion, and he had done nothing. It was as if he were stuck in the same void that made him repeat each day without thought, and Osceola could take no more. Although her love was great for him, self preservation was stronger. And some part of her, deep down, hoped that her actions would force him into action at long last.


Quietly, in the dead of night, Osceola had woken her sweet daughter. Nuzzling her and softly hushing her, Osceola had promised the red girl an adventure. Taking her away from the herd she typically avoided was not hard, but slipping into the frigid waters did take some convincing. Osceola kept a careful watch on the babe, never having taken her away from the island before despite her being a year old, and was relieved when their hooves finally made purchase on land.


Pulling herself up onto the sandy beach, Osceola realized they had made it to Atlantis. She wasn’t sure what territory, or who lead it, and she didn’t dare call out in case she had made a mistake by coming here. The scent of mare was strong, which was a hopeful sign at least, as Osceola lead Matoaka deeper into the territory to hide among the jungle vegetation and rock.
Mutt - Ee aa Rr - 15.1hh - of the Cove
Felony x Zalika



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