The Lost Islands
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cuba libre

bacardi

surrounded by darkness yet enfolded in light

Through the challenges and changes that Bacardi had faced, this was by far the best one he thought he could have made. The pressure and uncertainty had fled the young stallion the moment he had returned to this island after calling to the two mares of the Savanna, though he did wonder if either would accompany him. Of course, he did not blame them if they didn’t. The long waving stalks of grass, and the serenity of the pond tucked among the few trees they had used for shelter still haunted his mind, making him wonder if some day he would return. But for now, the frigid air and scent of pine that filled his lungs felt more like home.


When the familiar whinny of Soraya caught his attention, Bacardi quickly raised his head from the few stalks of delicate grass he had found beneath the protective branches of a tree. Excitement quickly rushed through his veins and he wasted no time propelling himself into a trot that carried him briskly through the guardians of the Bay. When he finally spotted the golden mare, he suddenly felt heat flush across his flesh. It was a strange feeling, and Bacardi didn’t understand it. But he did not slow until he neared and did not stop until he was able to extend his nose to the mare.


“Soraya.” He said with a smile curving his dark lips. “I am happy you have chosen to join me here.” Bacardi added, feeling as if it would be foolish to hide his feelings in that regard. Though he did his best to hide his sudden attraction as her sweet perfume entered his nose, remembering that scent before, only with a different mare. He had been closer to her though. Not just acquaintances as one might claim he and Soraya were. “I hope the swim was not too troublesome for you?” he asked, his wolfish gaze quickly drifting over her. But as he looked for any type of injury, he cannot help but notice just how beautiful the mare is. Swallowing down the lump that formed in his throat, his gaze returned to her own, hoping she had not noticed his blunder.

three years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the bay.
"...speech"





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