The Lost Islands
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Wind whipped through the dunes like the lash of a whip. The strong blasts of the hot air made many find places to hide. One of those creatures was a black stallion, thick and tall. His crimson hued eyes were pinched shut, keeping the sand out of them. His nostrils were punched, showing displeasure at what was going on around him.

Lashing his long and thick tail, Lucifer felt the sands dig into his coat deeper as the strands of his tail beat against his side. Nerves twitched under his skin, making loose pebbles fall from his thin coat as his head turned to tuck closer against the dune he was pretty much hugging. With all the loose sand flying around, the onyx beast found himself growing more and more frustrated.

Hours passed by, leaving time to slowly go at its pace. As the sand filled winds died down, Lucifer slowly blinked open his eyes. Shaking his whole frame, the draft stallion watched as the dust from his mane hit the ground. It was crazy to him, all of this never ending weather changes. He would grow used to it, but as it stood he was still learning. Turning his head however, Lucifer sucked in a breath before letting out a call to any of his herd members.


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