The Lost Islands
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Ridge

Leaders: Arroyo, Ignacio

Stallions: Naoise

Mares: Deirdre, Sionainn

Foals: None

such is the nature of evil - block


She would make good on her threat. He knew that much, but his head has battled many times on what he would do. He could let her go without a struggle and if another Lagoonie claimed her so be it. Pan didn't truly belong to him. Not yet, but he had attempted to go back to the Commons to find someone to bring home. It was unfortunate that someone was another mare though imagine his surprise when he returned home to find Pan speaking with Nahawi.

The rage he had felt was like nothing he has ever experienced before. Poor Cholena might suffer the consequences of it. Nahawi was supposed to be dead and here Garmr had found him and dragged him to the Lagoon. He felt what headway he might have been making with Pan slip away. Anger consumes him which turns u to sleepless nights. Thought he sticks close to his new captive his eyes search for Pan every so often.

Just like that she was gone. A shadow in the night and he had not seen which way she went. He slips away from Cholena, who he assumes is asleep, and tracks Pan's scent to the edge of the ocean. She has left the mainland and there was no telling which peice of island she had gone. He could save himself the trouble and leave her to it, but it was the mix of Lagoon stallion that conflicts his mind. With a roll of his eyes. He finally takes the plunge into the sea.

Their scents were gone over the ocean and the sun was already rising as he swims in a random direction. He could be too late, but also why did he care? Something invisible leads him to the Shore of the Ridge where he begins to search for her. Pan was here. Her scent was faint on the beach, the stallion's stronger, but he follows what he can. He was about to give up when he spots the large black stallion he recognizes as Engima. He has not met the stallion personally, but he knows him to be the newer Lagoon stallion who put himself forward to be General.

Thranduil approaches slowly with his high of adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He stands a few feet from Enigma with green eyes staring in the direction Pan hides.

mutt - 15 hh - smokey cream champagne dun overo - sinner of psychedelic & vána – lagoon


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