Posted on August 22, 2018 at 03:15:11 PM by RUXIN
 And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. They walked for some time, mostly in silence. The painted stallion's nostrils flared after two dozen steps, and his ankle began to send shooting pangs up his leg in protest. But Ruxin pushed on. He didn't want to look even weaker in No's eyes. By the time No slowed his pace, sweat had begun to pimple along the soft pink skin around his whiskered nose. It dampened at his chest and withers. He couldn't slow the slight staccato huffs at the sides of his barrel. He immediately lowered his head to graze, tearing feverishly at first at the tall, thin blades. The grass is so thick and wild here that it provides good cover for a stallion the size of No. For Ruxin, some of the blades reach his elbow. They tickle at his underbelly. The splotches of white on his coat still stick out like a sore thumb, making him easily identifiable. A ear twitches when No speaks, and Ruxin slowly lifts his head, which comes to rest low, and in line with his withers. His ears swivel forward and back in confusion before coming to rest at the sides of his poll. His flicks his thin, brown tail nervously. It made sense that No would claim the land as his own. It appeared that there was no contention for it. And from what Ruxin had seen so far of the landscape, it was a plentiful slice of land. The temperatures were mild, for the most part. And the vegetation seemed lush year-round. Eventually Ruxin bobs his head in acknowledgement to the other stallion's words. "Thanks." He manages to say, gruffly. The painted stallion finishes what's left of the grass in his mouth and swallows hard. "I don't plan to stay forever." He blurts, but offers no further explanation. Ruxin was still intent on taking his own life, even if he he had more anxious moments where he fought internally with himself over his future. Survival would kick in, and he'd try to rationalize his decision with himself. In the end, he'd always come to the same conclusion. There was nothing here worth living for. Not on this island, nor the next. Nor whatever existed beyond that on the mainlands. "Have you met Roarke?" He offers, cocking his hip high on one side now, and carefully folding his sore and swollen ankle, allowing the good one to bear the brunt of his weight for a few minutes. "He's your neighbor. In the Ridge." Chestnut Overo | Stallion | Evaline X Psychedelic | 14.3 | Photo © Carina Mailwald |© Vinyl |
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- gusso gusso - By no August 26, 2018 at 07:52:51 PM
- We found each other in the dark - By RUXIN September 7, 2018 at 01:37:57 PM
- gusso gusso - By no September 16, 2018 at 08:14:24 PM
- [x] - By Vinyl October 5, 2018 at 04:09:58 PM
- gusso gusso - By no September 16, 2018 at 08:14:24 PM
- We found each other in the dark - By RUXIN September 7, 2018 at 01:37:57 PM
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