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i still remember
Posted on September 10, 2025 at 10:35:38 PM by aelia

Aelia

Joey.
Aelia
Female
Draft Mix ( Friesian, Shire and Unknown)
Dunalino Minimal Overo ( Tiny white patches and bald face with blue eyes ) [ee, Aa, nCr, nD, nO]
16.2 HH
4 years old.

(Not borne of TLI, but her Mother is Zoe (Maximus x Prizm))

Been a while so, Sample Post:

Dread ran through her veins as she passed into the new lands. Well, new to her. Her family had generations built in these parts. Her? Only their stories of the place. She was not sure why she�d come. Her mother�s passing has spurred something she supposed. The stories Zoe told of the thicket, and the stories her own mother told of the forest. It seemed as if generations of her family had lived on the Isle of Luthien for decades, maybe longer. Although, whether or not anyone from her lineage was still around was a mystery to Elia. She was not privy to that. She didn�t even know her own father. But that was a story for another day.

The water clung to her peach hued body, darkened now, her mane stuck to her neck as she excited the water. A shake caused it to come loose, and to dislodge the top layer of water. But that did nothing to displace the chill that was settling into her bones. She hated the cold with a vengeance. How her family lived in dense forests that welcomed heavy snowed winters was beyond her. She didn�t do well with the chill. Ears twisted back as she snorted in displeasure.

Steps brought her away from the waters edge where it was colder, bringing her body closer to the trees to try to stay dry. She knew not about the weather here, if it would rain a lot or not, or if it was more prone to the cold, either way she wasn�t ready to find out right now.

Standing beneath the trees canopy, blue eyes watched the horizon before her, anyalizying the sight and watching for any danger that may come her way. Her butt was planted against the trunk of the large oak, protecting herself, always.

Speech && thoughts

xx - 4 - dunalino min overo - draft mutt

sarahkik

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accepted! - By pippa September 13, 2025 at 00:06:02 AM

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