The Lost Islands
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Meadow

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

Stay wild, Moon Child [Solomon]




She walked in moon dust,
but stars were sprinkled in her hair.

The softness of grass under her hooves was a vast difference from the shifting sands of the badlands, the rocks she was so used to tripping over were replaced with more considerate footage and support. Despite her immense love for her Salem, Feray found the change of landscape truly wonderful and a breath of fresh air to her weary spirits. Felarof no longer needed his mother’s constant attention, and seeing as how she’d been chained to home for quite a while the tired mother longed for a break. It did not mean she thought of her growing family as tiring or taxing, but Roheryn had gathered a fair number of others so far that could keep a careful eye on her two sons. Feray’s wild soul was just used to being on the go and enjoying the little things mother nature had to offer, and so the adventurous woman had taken to the sea before the herd rose for the morning, eager to set off before Roheryn could halt her.

Was she a terrible mate for doing so?

The autumn breeze tickles her skin, flush against her like a chilly embrace that had a bubble of laughter rising from her throat. Salem hardly saw the true changing of the seasons, but here in the massive expanse of meadow she found trees that changed colors and grass that while dull still held their lush shape and feel. Her legs are gallivanting her forwards, kicking the ground up as she dances through the early morning winds and raises her face up to the open sky above to catch the remaining rays of warmth. Yes, she loved exploring what the islands had to offer, her wild side greedy for all that it could lay claim to.

Oblivious to the world revolving around her, she prances through the grass without a care, oblivious to the sweet smell she emits as the season that is upon her runs it’s rampant course; it is the farthest thing in her mind she has to worry about. At the moment she embraces her freedom with a full heart and bated breath for what was next.



Mare - 6 - mutt - buckskin varnish roan - 16.0hh
Beloved moonchild of Orhan & Carisa
Character by meggieboo, html by (♥)




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