Jaxon
The duller the knife, the longer it takes
Jaxon stands ankle deep in the bubbling surf, a soft breeze tugs at his tangled mess that was his mane. He lifts his dark heavy head higher onto his muscled shoulders, dark eyes scan the horizon. What was out there? He takes one step, than another, he plunges into the sea. It envelopes him in her embrace, greeting him like a long lost lover. He aims to the south, towards the other Islands that make up his new home. Dark nostrils suck in each breath, inviting the salty air into his lungs.
Fool, you know nothing of this place. You will be dead. He tosses his head. Brother, quiet. Were the only words he muttered beneath his breath. A movement catches his attention, the bobbing of another head, curiously he watches the light colored mare. She seems to know where she is swimming, Jaxon turns his body just enough to trail her. With each stroke, he passes an island after another, until she rises from the sea. He watches her shake the excess water, than head into the sands.
Jaxon pulls himself from the sea, his dark pelt glistens as the salt water runs in rivulets down his sooty coat. He sets off after the pale colored woman, his strides unsure. Bring her home Jax, back to the Lagoon. Your brothers would be so proud of you. The voice taunts. Jaxon mulls it over, yes... they would be proud, but did he have the balls enough to enter another territory and steal? Are you a thief or not? The voice questions. Jaxon nods, yes. Adrenaline begins to course through his veins, his unsure strides turn confident.
He follows at a safe distance, tracking the pale woman through the sands. The stinging heat of this land, brings sweat beneath his tangles of dark mane. As he crests the last dune, an oasis spreads out before them. He opens his parched lips, and swallows nothing. Water. Get her now! The voice screams. Jaxon snaps back to attention, his dark eyes squint against the glaring sun. He drops his dark head between his front legs, his muscles lung him forward. He closes the distance between him and her. As he nears her shoulder, he snakes his head forward and snaps his teeth at her delicate skin.
Lets go. He says gruffly.
Nokota x Morgan - Sooty Dark Bay - 15.3 hh - 10 years - Lagoon