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The Lost Islands
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~ to run is to die tired.



shire x // stallion // 18 hh / Sooty Dunalino Roan Pintaloosa



The feel of her velvety lips upon his muzzle was almost too much to ask for as she familiarized herself with him. To taste her scent, and drink in her perfume. Tyr nearly lost his composure then in there. But he managed to hold it together, if only by a thin thread. "No burden at all.” he reassured, feeling the triumphs of victory surge through him after she had glanced around for undoubtable her stallion. Tyr raised his head and looked too, but there was no sign of another brute. His plans had not been spoiled, but they were not free of this island yet.


Thankfully, the mare did not linger long, her brave words causing him to turn and step back towards the salty water in which he came. Yet the battering wind could not have come at a better time as Tyr felt the young mare huddle to his side. The warmth of her skin again his would help keep him heated no matter the chill of the water, and continue to flame his determination. "It will be okay.” he reassured, reaching over to brush his nose gently against her neck. Tyr brought in a lung full of her scent, pleased to already have his mingling with it rather than her stallion’s.


Without any further delay, the stallion stepped off into the night cast waves. The chill of the sea cutting through the feathers and into his skin. But he moved without hesitation, knowing soon he would find his warmth again once they had reached the crossing.

Tyr ~ the tip of the spear ~

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