The Lost Islands
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turn men into beasts
Posted on March 12, 2023 at 08:17:39 PM by Tyr



Parting from Oswin had been difficult after such a raw moment with the mare. He also wondered how well he would keep to this new found strength and freedom, without her there to support him. But it wasn’t the only doubt swirling in his mind; the stallion also wondered, though could hardly bare to acknowledge, the possibility that Oswin wouldn’t come to Atlantis. That their children or any one of the Peak mares might persuade her to stay instead. Tyr knew he was going to have to trust her; just as she was going to trust him. He wasn’t the only one giving up such a long-standing role.


As his large frame climbed up onto the beach of Atlantis, Tyr breathed in the familiar scent of the golden island, surprised to find that the smell of residence didn’t greet him. Instead, they were faint and old, as if no one had come to this side of the territory in a very long time. Confusion was clear in his expression as he gazed towards the sharp edges of the Ridge and the green of the jungle at it’s base that stood before him. It was nothing like when he had come here before; when the black mare he had won against was persuaded to let him stay for a season.


Taking a deep breath, Tyr bellowed out a call as he stepped further onto the beach and out of the lapping salt water tugging at his heels. He didn’t bother to shake away the salt still glistening on his skin and dripping from his mane somewhat plastered to his muscular neck. Instead, he was preoccupied in his attempt to find anyone that might still remain here.

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

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