I had nothing to say And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
Still high off his win against Shamwari, the tobiano stallion had decided to take a little swim to the crossing isle, no point in letting Zephyra sour his good mood. Of course, the waters chilled him nearly to the bone, especially nearest to his home on Tinuvel. Perhaps this is why it seemed unseasonably warm when he neared the common grounds. A new family member might make Dora happy, he mused, amber eyes regarding the meadows as he grew closer to the island. Normally, he might have opted for the meadows or the falls but something tugged him toward the more dangerous part of the crossing, his heavy hooves pushing him toward the pebbly shore.
As he heaved himself out of the water, his thick coat dripping wet, he caught a flash of white from somewhere further inland. Auds flickered and he lifted his muzzle high to drink in the scents. A deep breath filled his chest and set an ache through his body. Although he had won the battle, the chestnut draft had left his fair share of damage upon Orkaan’s body. Their train-like collision meant that anything more than normal breathing (and even that at times) was slightly painful. His barrel, as well, was bruised and hurt to touch. With a shake of his crown, the brute gritted his blunt teeth and forced thoughts of the stinging pain away. It was a day of celebration, not a day to linger on his wounds or think on the hurtful things the black and white mare, Phi, had said last they spoke. Nostrils flaring, he caught the scent of the snowy femme and mindlessly began to follow her path. It was instinct - nothing more, though he did intend to return home with another herd member that day.
Limbs carried the Friesian mutt steadily across the terrain, his muscles burning with the chill, though not unpleasantly so. Nearing her, he nickered a friendly greeting, carrying himself with the pride of a young male home from his first real fight in a long while. ”Hello there beautiful.” A valiant grin stole across his black maw as he nudged her side gently, laying claim. It was one reason he rarely came to the commons - force claiming was not his general route.
”I am Orkaan, King of the Inlet. What name might I call you by?” It was always a good day when his temper was at bay.
orkaan
male | friesian mutt | inlet king | kittyha's lost soul