The Lost Islands
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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

the storm broke, and the dragons danced •





NEVER FORGET WHAT YOU ARE, FOR SURELY THE WORLD WILL NOT;


She slumbers, but not deeply. Her ears swivel periodically to catch the sounds of birds singing their melodies, the wind rustling through the greenery, the water lapping against the rocks and the sand. Her skin flinches against the touch of the flies that seek the warmth of her sun-soaked skin.

The sudden absence of warm sunlight on her coat causes her eyes to flutter open, revealing ice-blue irises that blink away drowsiness. With deliberate slowness, she raises her head, giving the intruder a once-over. She finds herself staring up at a stallion who had approached so quietly. Rather than scrambling to her feet in alarm, Shrykos merely arches a brow, eyeing the spotted and soaked stallion.

She shifts her weight slightly to gain a better view rather than craning her neck awkwardly, yet she was was all too comfortable in the warm sands. She felt no threat, no need to scramble to her feet. Perhaps it was naivety, perhaps she was a bit too confident in her youth.

"Can I help you?" She asks dryly, breaking the silence. Her tail flicks lazily against the sand, creating a swirled pattern it it’s wake.


SHRYKOS
Evrain x Rhaenys
Adolescent Mare - Mutt - Sooty Silver Black Overo



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