The Lost Islands
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Annubis & None
The Dragga & His Drappa
None
The Faithful
None
The Beta
Hymn, Izumi
The Alpha's Pack
Promise
The Pups
None
The Beta's Charges
None
The Guardians
None
The Beta's Pups
The Alpha's word is law.
No fraternizing with the enemy. (None)
We protect our own. (Desert & Lagoon)
All positions are challengeable, check with the Dragga & Drappa first.
The Rules
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Myth of the old GODS;

Myth of the old Gods;



Annubis could not help the slight perk to his jog this morning as he wandered down the well-worn path leading deeper into the thick jungle. Lucifer was still prowling the northern edge of paradise, but his scent had been growing increasingly stale in the territory as of late. Part of him could not help but feel aggitatation at the not knowing where exactly the red-eyed stallion was focusing his attention, but the louder voice howled inside delight. That meant less concern on his part. Leave it be.

Twin flutes twitch atop his skull as an unfamiliar call sounds off above the normal chatter of monkeys and squawking parrots. Suspicion glitters in his multi-faceted orbs as muscles bunch beneath him and immediately his hooves pivot in response. Ashen muzzle thrusts upward as the silver wolf releases his own response, the sound sure and proud. He promised Hymn he would protect her and protect Promise and never leave them alone. He promised Khyber he would watch over and protect Izumi. He promised Hyacinth…. Well, she was more than capable of holding her own. But still, the idea of an intruder that might endanger the peaceful existance that he was building for his small but growing herd? Not today.

Muscles tense beneath the sterling hue of his coat as the silver wolf wastes no time in closing the distance seperating them. His jagged hooves come to a sudden halt as he bursts through the dense undergrowth with nostrils flared and raven tipped ears flat against his skull. ”Who are you to enter my home without permission?” he snarls, suspicion glittering in his feral gaze. Muscular serpentine arches, ashen labrums pressing against his broad chest as he takes another high-stepping pace forward, purposefully blocking the spotted stallion from ingressing any further into Paradise and those under his protection. ”Why are you here?” he says, the words a half-snarl in his throat as obsidian whipcord lashes audibly against his taunt hip.

12 yrs - stallion - silver buckskin - 15.1hh - mutt - Rougaru x Celestia
annubis
love, dante



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