The Lost Islands
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You cannot save yourself or your soul…

Joachim

Son of Marceline. 3 years. Friesian Mutt. 17.0 hh.

He is not usually one to hover within the shadows while waiting to see how events may unfold, but today he does exactly that. He had caught the scent of the other stallion a while ago and had begun a slightly reckless journey across the Dunes to confront the first uninvited male intruder within his new home. Yet the voice of the other, feminine, had gave him pause. The two had conversed for a while and their words had given him enough information to discern that there was not an immediate threat. When their voices had dropped off and silence had ensued, he finally chose to crest the last dune before the shore comes into view. The other male swam away in pursuit of his own wants while the petite woman remains. Interesting - reunited to simply part again.

The spotted stallion decides that the time is right to alert the other of his presence when her resigned sigh reaches his ears. A gentle nicker, deep and welcoming, exits his pink-rimmed nostrils. He saunters toward her with determined strides and chooses to halt a horse length away. He does not speak at first, but instead chooses to allow his icy blue eyes to momentarily flicker over the flattened expanse of the shore upon which they stand. The compact sands beneath their hooves varies drastically from the shifting ones of the dunes he is soften often immersed within.

Drawing his attention back to the moment at hand, a crooked smile stretches across his lips. "I believe I am the newest ruler you speak of - Joachim. May I ask who you are, to be so accustomed to the place I now call home?" His question is not accusatory though it is tinged with stark curiosity. For a territory that had remained empty for so long, there has been quite a number of random strangers suddenly showing their faces. He does not allude to hearing the bulk of their conversation - such as her plot for her brother to overthrow him - but he does let her know that he has heard. He waits now, his gaze lingering on her own, wondering exactly how this woman fits into the puzzle that the Dunes is proving to be.

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