The Lost Islands
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Vox populi.


VOICE OF THE PEOPLE.

Standing in her home, Snapdragon flicked her ears slowly as the feeling of unease slowly unfurled in her breast and had her feeling like she was growing constricted. Her pale eyes slowly roamed over the land before her, but her body seemed like a potent force in the darkness of this place, night having began to grow across the sky. She had waited a while to grow the courage to speak with Azrael, but it had her body turning slowly towards his home and pulling in a deep breath. He was a key part here in her home and she believed he deserved far more than what Siren had given him.


Shaking her head faintly, Snapdragon felt her well kept mane brush her neck before she opened her lips and sent out a call to her cousin. He was important to her and she believed that if he were to be her co-lead, she would have a home that would never fall. Rutger was growing into something she did not wish to watch any longer and she wanted her shield to be her co-lead, to be a shield with the power he deserved why she herself held the crown and a sword until things went back calm. She could hand the sword off later, but for now she had to make things right and a Crown was not a crown without its Shield close.


As her voice came to an end, Snapdragon let the cold wind from the distance trail over the space she stood. Summer was here, but she was ready for it to be fully in bloom. It had taken its sweet time and with her thin coat, it was time for the heat to come roaring through this amazing place. However, she stood silently and faintly shivered at the ocean’s cool breeze and waited for Azrael so she could speak to him.

SNAPDRAGON
Mare | 15.2hhs | Dunskin Pintaloosa | Crown of Paradise




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