The Lost Islands
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Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin;

Emerald eyes glitter in the dappled sunlight as the tall mahogany stallion cut his gaze through the dense foliage for signs of distress. Unease prickled his skin though could not explain it. Chocolate colored skin shivers against the invisible zephyrs that twist and curve through the dense jungle and around his solid form. Invisible fingers lift the tattered ends of his cream and caramel mane as the stallion forces a slow breath through his lungs. Change was coming. A change helped along by the wolf and the choices he had made in recent years. He did not regret one, at least that is what he told himself. However as the years began to slowly pass him by, that vigor and purpose and drive he had once fought so strongly for now faded to gray and softened like butter in the warm sun.

Jaws clench and relax as over and over the stallion let's his mind to drift to foreign lands far from the shores of Atlantis. Times were changing.

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