The Lost Islands
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Let's go for a ride. (ASSIST)

Change wasn't what Cruise wanted, but he knew it was something that needed done. Watching his mother and father leave the forest made his heart ache, but the now two year old stallion didn't fault them for it. Giving a tight lipped smile, Cruise saw them off before avoiding the new horse that took over. He wasn't ready to meet the giant ass beast that he now lived under. He didn't even know what she would be like, but his need for solitude had to be changed when voices and scents filtered through his nostrils.

Shifting his weight from the creek he's played in before and towards the beach, Cruise picks up a trot. Today was one of his better days with his legs. No swelling and the growths of fluid were minimal. He was liking this far more than days prior where he did to much, but nothing could change from the disability he got from his parents. Things happened and in all honesty, Cruise was thankful for something to make him different from the rest.

Breaching the trees and seeing his new leader and two others, Cruise gave a sigh before he moved closer and set himself to where the one running away was in between him and Baba Yaga. Picking up the last of the conversation, the stallion held back a sigh as he raised a brow then turned to Baba Yaga. “We need to move.” His voice was low, a deeper tone to it than most his age. He would grow to be deep voices and “maybe” handsome, but he didn't mind looking Ike a gargoyle either. “You'd best turn tail and go back where you belong.” This time, his voice was loud as he landed his sights on the stallion from the lagoon.

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