The Lost Islands
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Meadow

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

turn men into monsters


The way the other stallion said his name was a bit awkward. Had he never said it aloud before? Or was he lying? Vadim couldn’t tell, and decided it didn’t make any difference what the red and white stallion called himself. If he didn’t stick around, Vadim probably wouldn’t remember anyways. After all, he seen plenty of faces here on the Crossing, even though most of them didn’t look at him as friendly as this one did. Didn’t Perseus know about the Lagoon? He didn’t know of anyone that wasn’t raised to hate the brotherhood. Though that term left a bitter taste, and Vadim was wondering if he was beginning to hate the Lagoon too.


“Vadim.” he answered, finding that his anxiety and anger was beginning to melt away. Having company, even brief, was a good distraction. It helped the stallion to focus on something else, and allow him to take that heavy settling breath he had needed earlier. The tension leaving his tight shoulders, and his ears able to somewhat relax from their tension atop his crown. “You seem nicer than most I’ve come across here.” he stated truthfully. “Where are you from?” Maybe Vadim could go there and enjoy the company of other nice strangers too.
html: reba | art: frost
stallion | draft x | Dunalino Pintaloosa | 18hh




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