The Lost Islands
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turn men into beasts



Tyr wasn’t surprised when she dropped her head in submission, but when she moved closer in such a friendly manner, he couldn’t help but stop in disbelief. Even as she spoke, the stallion just stared at her. Did she not remember what had occurred between them? Did she not recognize his scent, his face, his size? Tyr might have even taken offense to it, had it been an obvious slight. But the young mare seemed completely naïve. Quickly, his mind rushed with excuses. He smelled of Atlantis instead of the Lagoon. It had been dark, and now they were washed in sunlight. Perhaps her mind had simply erased that night in her memory?


“No” Tyr finally answered, a slight frown of confusion riding on his face. “I am just a visitor here, same as you.” But then, the stallion let his face change to that of a more friendly expression. If she didn’t remember, then it wasn’t a threat to the peace he had kept in front of his family. A smile even curved his lips now, his body relaxing some. “The leader here is a mare by the name of Faolain. I suppose you could consider her to be nice.” At long as you didn’t get on her bad side, which Tyr knew he had firmly planted himself on. "What is your name?" the stallion couldn't help but go so far as to ask.

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stallion | shire x | sooty dunalino roan pintaloosa | 18hh

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