The Lost Islands
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Falls

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

~ they have not yet noticed the lion hiding, [fearne]






~ they have not yet noticed the lion hiding,



Annoying. Irritating. Aggravating.

All of these words describe the puny lagoon stallion that now snaps and kicks out as if he had any right to the girl. And the more the stallion insulted him and name called, the more the blood in his veins boiled and breathed to life the wrath that has festered there since his mother had sacrificed herself to the Lagoon.

His ears lay flat against his muscled neck as his teeth snap at the flesh of the other stallion. He shoulders his muscled chest toward the other stallion until he could feel his skin against hers. His lips instantly search for her ears and whispers into them. "Run!"

As the words leave his lips, his muscles respond and push him away from the other stallion. He can feel her following and it all breathes more life and adrenaline into his body. The wind whips into his face and rips at his tangled mane as his legs stretch out and carry him faster down the sandy shore, until he sees a wooded path that leads away from the ocean.

He does not hesitate and instantly takes the path that winds through the thick forest. Branches snap against his chest and scrape across his spotted hide, but he does not slow. No, he continues to barrel through the thick foliage until finally it opens into a small thicket. His nostrils flare and sweat pricks along the crest of his muscled neck as he slides to a halt and glances over his shoulder to see how far behind she was.

As she appears from the forest a smile crawls across his lips.

"W-we made it," he stammers as he tries to catch his breath. As the moments tick by, he can feel his heart hammer less and the breath return to his lungs.

A chuckle bubbles up from his throat as he thinks about both of them, shivering together just moments before, "I bet your warm now," he pauses as his emerald eyes slide over her body "are you okay?" he asks with a gentle tilt of his crown.

He never expected for this day to go the way it had, but he had saved the girl.


G a v r i e l


Lion Hearted King of the Arch
Draft Mutt // 3 // 17 hh // Amber Champagne Roan Pintaloosa // Stallion

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