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Falls

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

Lets count to ten and see how far we can fly.

AMARINORA
mare | 14.3hhs | bay dun tobiano | Princess of the Shore


Water sloshed against the banks of the lake, dragging and pulling against the soft pebbles and sand that circled the waters vast expanse. Soft flakes of snow fell around the lake, creating a whimsical curtain around the few bodies that hung around the lake and Falls, seeming to search for a day of tranquility. The search for that feeling was the reason one of the horses from Atlantis could be seen standing at the banks. Pale blue eyes gleamed from the sun that peaked through the clouds, the warming rays dampened in their heat with the chill in the air upon the crossing island.


Sighing a soft breath, the mare that was almost two years old shook her head and looked about herself. She had been escaping her home of the Shore and roaming the crossing and also the Forest, searching for a reason to even attempt to go back. Her sire was safe and he had others to care for. Launch was gone and no longer did Amarinora feel like she had a friend. Yes, Nahawi was not a horrible father, but at the same time he wanted her to be something she wasn't. She was not an Atlantis mare and her longer fur from hiding in Luthien showed that simple fact.


Tilting her head to look up at the sky, the bay dun tobiano mare let out a soft breath before she turned away from the Falls all together and padded over the snow covered ground. She vaguely remembered her past in the Lagoon, but she was growing more memories, more happiness, and even more stability with her racing against the clock of time and avoiding her father as she sought refuge with Toland and Roamer in the Forest. They were her family, her best friends, and their leader Bacardi was the best stallion she could find herself living under other than Toland.


Humming a soft tune as she moved, the mare let her tail flick against her hocks and pulled in a breath. She was ready to head back, but once she stopped and listened to the falling water, Amarinora felt a wetness line her cheeks that had her ears pinning and face changing into a scowl. She was lost, but there was no one here to help her find the right path or guide her back to where she really belonged.




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