Post by Amore on Jul 6, 2009 23:56:55 GMT -5
Verloren
so give me something to believe
cause I am living just to breathe
and I need something more
to keep onbreathingfor
It had been a year since Lyra's death. The deep chestnut figure with the pure, perfect white blaze and stockings were still etched into the young stallion's mind as he made his way carefully along the ridged, rocky terrain that was thinner that he had thought it would be, and the water lapped around the sheer drops on the sides. However, Lyra was a thing of the past, the only semi-happy memory of his past, really. The rest he didn't want to think about, even though it wasn't too bad. He hadn't planned on travelling this way, but his curiosity had been peaked at the sight of a cloud of mist hanging over some sort of land in the distance and so he had went that way. He hadn't found a place that felt like home yet, but he knew that when he found it, he'd know. He might not know why, but it would just feel right.
He began to enter the mist, and brought a few breezes into action to clear it away. He didn't see far, but what he did see was perfect. Lush greens were clearly visible, and untouched. He'd have to check if there was water, but this place was what he had been looking for. It was deep in his bones, and it was as if it had been waiting for him. Snorting in pleasure, he picked up a trot, silently deciding this was now his, and no one else's. He was off to see what it held for him.
The Isle of Myst isn't really an island. Rather, it is connected to the mainland with a rocky path, wide enough for three horses to walk side-by-side. The sides of the path, and the half of the 'island' near it are sheer drops of three feet or more. On the other side, though, opposite to the bridge, is a beach which slopes gently down to meet the water. There is only one lake on the territory, located directly in the center. The food is fairly lush, though, and the weather is regulated quite a bit due to the land being almost entirely surrounded with water.
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