Sticks and Stones Posted on January 3, 2026 at 11:10:36 PM by Tino
The young stallion was glad the mare was willing to help a stranger. He followed her, his muscles aching from the strain he’d put them through trying to fight the stormy seals. He followed her, he was battered and bruised but mobile still, thankfully.
He nodded when she told him of where he was, he had suspected Salem just from how warm it was, compared to home at least. He’d never been to Salem, he realised then he’d never really been anywhere and maybe that was the problem he was feeling.
Thank you Tefnut, I’m definitely glad I met you then, instead of him he said with a smile, Tino wasn’t much of a fighter and in his current condition he wouldn’t be up to any level of fighting, heck his little brother could problem beat him at the moment. My name is Tino
He shakes his head, no I was actually heading for the mainland, although I don’t honestly know why he says with a sigh. Tino had been feeling out of sort of late, he loved his family but he truly didn’t feel like he belonged in the inlet. Maybe it was just he never been out of the inlet, or maybe his story was somewhere else.
Snapping himself out of his thoughts he focused on the mare again the storm took a turn I wasn’t expecting, I’m a strong swimmer but I was struggling to fight against it. I wouldn’t normally have intruded on another's territory otherwise. Replies: