[TAKEOVER] It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose.

[Picard]

Ever since Picard had left the nest so to speak, the golden spotted colt had spent his days exploring the common lands of Beqanna in search of new friends and the tiniest bit of adventure. Today though was the first day he had decided to do something entirely different.

He wakes in the early evening and silently flutters his large gold and white butterfly wings. within moments he rises from the rivers edge and he flies northwest. He flies first over Loess and then through Tephra. Then over the ocean waters. Lowering himself above the waves the young colt allows his hooves to graze against the waters surface. In that moment he knows true peace and he cherishes the sensation. Somewhere below him and underneath the water's surface Carl swims excitedly. Only glimpses of his small rounded body touched the surface.

Before long land could be seen and the island growing closer forced the pair to pick up speed. "Carl, look! An island, Carl!" The young colt cheers excitedly and his wings flutter even faster. It only takes moments after that for Picard to find himself landing on the shores of black sand. With light steps the colt trots in a small circle before facing the water and watching Carl waddle his way onto land. Panting happily the pygmy hippopotamus makes his way across the sand, following Picard with little to no grace whatsoever.


For days they explore the island together. With each rising of the sun comes a new discovery and today was no different. Early in the morning they had been woken by the rising sun and with it they set off searching for breakfast. Without realizing it, they managed to remain on the island for weeks and somehow it was quickly becoming a sort of home base for the pair. Though if Carl had the option he'd stay forever. It certainly had everything he needed even if Picard wanted more. Though this doesn't go unnoticed by Picard and on this particular morning he looks at Carl and sighs. "This is home for now, Carl," and with the declaration the shadows around them pulse as though they've understood and are passing the message through the island.

With an excited leap of approval Carl waddles quickly through Picard's legs before crashing his body into the lake at the center of the island and with that Picard turns towards the palms. "Home," he whispers to himself while images of the bright red flowers of the pampas filter through his mind.

Picard would kind of like to adopt this entire island for Carl, his dog.. I mean hippo. :|

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