The Lost Islands
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wear your soul on your sleeve;



Nahual

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He climbs ashore with nothing but a whisper of sand beneath hooves to announce him and the storm that was kicking up even ate that sound down its greedy gullet. His whole being is soaked to the bone between the storm that blustered about him and the waves that tossed behind him. It was all he had been able to do in order to make it to the familiar looking foliage and mountain ridges that mimed his former home.

Jungle. Big creatures hidden as though they weren’t there, rain and sun battling for power, canopies that wove like lace so that the sun only shone like stars in the cracks between the leaves. Paths that closed by foliage growth overnight and misty mornings that made all that visited believe in ghosts. His ears flatten as the wind picks up even more and he trots across the expanse of sand to the protection of the trees and fronds of underbrush. Lightning strikes, the clouds rumble back to fill in the space made by the slicing electricity, and he shakes himself in vain.

There would be no safety from the wetness - but at least he wouldn’t be sopping as he walked inwards.

He doesn’t announce himself because he smells only a scarce scent through the jungle he breaches. He weaves to a place where the thunderstorm [beginning to turn into a tropical storm in ferocity] cannot easily reach. Only a few scattered drips tell him of the monster peeking in from the clouds above. He snorts and looks about a little more keenly. Was it empty?

His cat-gold eyes spear through the verdant flora, seeking those that might have taken notice of his incursion. A few deer not far, a coatimundi throwing some shade through squinted eyes, a bird of paradise cheeping strictly at him for his inappropriate visitation to her corner of the woods. "Hello?" He barely greets the presence he senses suddenly, looking to one side to where he imagined to spot the origin of the feeling. "I am Nahual. I don’t mean to intrude, but the storm got too aggressive to return to the mainland."


OF THE LOST ISLANDS WILDS

▻ four years - azteca x arabian - sooty bay pangare rabicano manchado - 15.3 hh ◅



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