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The Lost Islands

Falls

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

all power requires sacrifice and pain.







better to fight and fall,
then to live without hope.


Silvery locks stream around her as she twirls and spins to a song only could be heard by her ears. Her hooves were mere inches from the ground as each graceful step leads into the next. He could not help but envy the carefree way in which she dances to her melody. It is beautiful. And a bit strange - he supposes. At one time he too would of danced at the edge of a clearing. Carefree. With no burdens to weigh down his mind.

As if she felt his blue gaze she slows her spinning and pauses her dance. A shy smile tugs at his whiskered lips when she answers with an I am. and their eyes meet. He studies her further as she steps toward him - her bellowing silver mane and her honey brown eyes bright with life. Would you like to try?" she asks as once more she continues to twirl and dance across the clearing.

Awkwardly he clears his throat. What if his brother's found him here? Twirling and frolicking like a child? What hell would he pay? "If I do... will you promise not to tell anyone?" he asks with a tilt of his head. He was trying his best to fit in his with his fellow lagoon brothers. And this would definitely tarnish his reputation. He slowly steps out of the shadows and into the brilliant sunshine. His muscles ripple beneath his spotted pelt and thick dark locks brush across his shoulders.

On the hardened ground his hooves begin to tap - he can feel the earth's rhythm flow up his feathered legs and into his body. He closes his glacial blue eyes and lets the bird's chirp and the whispering breeze be the melody. At first his steps are robotic. But soon, the flow of everything around him drives out the nervous feelings. He dances until sweat darkens beneath his mane and his breath becomes short.

Finally, he pauses, his sides heave and his glacial eyes open to find her once more. "How was that?" he asks as he catches his breath.

MUTT - stallion - Grullo Snowflake - FIFTEEN HANDS



of the Lagoon






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