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The great silver bay stallion drags himself from the thick spray of ocean waters and onto the soft malleable sands of the mainland beach. He had seen the lands in passing when first he swam upon these islands... even paused on the sands long enough to catch his breathe before continuing his journey to the deserts where he had decided to take up residence... but he had not stayed long enough to explore here. He did note however, that the scent of horses was strong here, and more importantly, the scent of mares. On that day, he had made a mental note to return here... once he had acquired a land and fixed up the place so to speak. At first he was reluctant to leave the deserts unattended, even if it meant traveling to the mainland to acquire mares for his herd. The scent of the former herd was faint yet still strong enough to give him a sense of reserve.

But with the changing of the seasons, and the strong urge for reproduction that affected the males moreso than the females, he dared to leave his home unattended long enough to visit the mainland and see exactly what it had to offer.

The burly dragga gives himself a quick shake as he ingresses upon the shore, stepping away from the reaching ocean grasp and onto dry sand. He was just about to head down a nearby worn path leading inland when the sound of thundering hooves causes him to halt.

Raven tipped dials flicker as the silver bay stallion turns his roaming auburn gaze once more to the beach. That is when he sees her. Beauty. There was no other way to describe the sight of the little obsidian mare who raced with head held high and limbs stretched beneath her. Like a great banner her mane and tail danced, given life by the invisible ocean zephyrs. Muscles rippled beneath the black fur, and it is all he can do to keep his appreciation hidden. It is in that moment he knows that he must have her. A prize perfectly built for his desert home. But acquiring her might prove to be a bit more of a challenge. She was swift on her feet and no doubt much more agile than himself. Where he was strong and muscularly built, she was lean and lithe.

However, lucky for him, her path down the beach in her carefree race of freedom... leads her just beyond him. A wolfish grin spread across his whiskered lips as the stallion lets ears fall back beneath the thick layer of caramel colored mane. With a resounding snort he charges forward to intercept her, angling his body to bring himself alongside her in just a few ground eating strides. She was smaller and lighter... but he was fresh and his muscles unspent. His long legs allowed the tall dragga to keep pace with her. He reaches out to her, ivories flash to place his mark on her sleek shoulder though he does his best to keep the nip as painless as was physically possible when they both ran at a dead gallop. He smiles now, his smile proud as he digs deep, digging his haunches into the soft sands for a second gear, his forelegs reaching for the sands before him, pounding them beneath him as slowly he gains on her, running first at her neck and then head to head. She is fast, and already sweat begins to darken his chocolate hide in the bright sunlight. He moves into her now, using his the weight and bulk of his body to push her off balance towards the dunes... hopefully slowing the swift beauty and allowing him a better opportunity to catch his own breathe.