The Lost Islands
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Meadow

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

My Words are Nevermore;





Muted mouths seek retribution.
For you, my heart, mean everything.


“Everyone is so sad.” Came a soft voice. It was gently spoken by a red roan mare. Her head was lowered, a soft flower from Atlantis hanging from her mane. Blinking her tender eyes, the woman looked up as the black and white frame of her sister Giant appeared out of thin air. “It's because they are.” Her sister whispered, knowing this would not be easy on any of them. Looking ahead at the heads of each ‘household’, Uprising watched as Lucifer turned to speak with Tefnut before nodding his head at Pacific Rim. So many different bloodlines were here, but none of them hit her harder than the stoic face of a woman she had never met. Sighing, she let her tail flick slowly before nodding.

Moving forward, the blue roan body of Apex steps close to his mother. Dipping his head, he spoke for her towards Lucifer. It was not always easy, but he once again fell into the steady rhythm that was his mothers translator. Tefnut had barely seen it in action, but now it was in full force. Dipping his head slowly, he nodded back to everyone that was their line. He was unsure of what to think, but as Uprising, Giant, Aiyana, and Slattern all came forward, he knew in his heart this was the right decision.

Flicking her tail, Giant stepped beside her mother before nudging her baby sister. Smiling at Slattern, the mare wiggled her ears slightly before taking the youngling off to go play. It was nice, but after a while she saw even more horses show up. Looking about herself, Giant stopped romping before her bottom jaw dropped. Around her, and even counting herself, Giant knew there were fifty horses here. It seemed, for whatever reason, Lucifer had drawn everyone with help of Baba Yaga. Turning her head swiftly, the woman turned to watch as the grey mare moved from the farthest area in the back forward. Flicking her ears, the mare let out a nervous breath as finally the leaders of this group turned into a strong front, leaving five out of fifty to be the leaders of whatever this really was.



Silent bred children
T | CP



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