toland

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stallion | mustang x | Ee aa nD nZ nSb | 15.1hhs

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Spring had come, and with it, so many changes. He still couldn’t believe Bacardi had named him the successor and passed on the Forest to him. Toland could feel the weight of it settling over his back, threatening to overcome him at times with worry, and he could understand why his sire had become so tired. But Toland was young and emboldened by it as well. Bacardi had trusted him to do more than he had done; to go out into the world unlike he had done. So as the silver and white stallion enters the waters lapping upon Luthien’s shore, it isn’t the Crossing he directs himself to this time, but a new foreign land. Tinuvel.


The swim doesn’t take him any longer than it would have to make it to the Crossing, but he is shocked by the brisk air that greets him, and the entirely new landscape. The tall pines are nothing like the oak in the forest, and Toland has never seen such mountains rise towards the open blue sky. The Peak is the only comparison he has, and even it isn’t quite the same.


Giving himself a good shake to rid himself of the cool water, as well as try and hide a shiver, Toland moved further up from the bank and to a few trees to try and hide from the wind. He wouldn’t explore any further until he had met someone and gotten permission. Their scents were strong upon the wind, and he expected to be found soon. But to speed up the process, he let out a call, hoping he wouldn’t be met with hostility since he wasn’t trying to hide his presence.