Emerging from the blue-grey mist was a dark, silent form moving slowly like a shadow. It followed the shoreline in a parallel manner until coming to a sudden stop. The stallion felt vulnerable out here on the beach. The footing was too soft and at current the visibility too low. The stallion's nostrils flared out in an attempt to gain a sense of direction but was only met with a lonely breeze. He was thankful for his thick, shaggy winter coat in this instance as he traveled along the beach, the water lapped at his hooves in a steady, boring motion. It was so much different than where he grew up. His blood traced back to the islands, so it should feel like home yet there was noone here that he knew or cared for. After losing his parents, he had only the faintest idea to travel here.
As his mind wandered off to thoughts of the past, he didn't realize the stranger ahead of him and rudely bumped into her flank. His head jerked up and he stepped back, wincing as the cold water splashed his legs. "Er, m' apologies." his voice shook with uncertainty. The possibilities of punishment filled his head - a swift hoof to the chest would be what came next back home, and his coat reflected that with hundreds of dark nicks and missing hair easily seen in his roan color. "Should be watching m' step..." he muttered to himself although he was glad to see he was not the only lost soul out in this dreadful weather. Silas tossed his big head to get a better look at the mare, sending a dark tangled forelock off his eyes. Tall and dark and he would be lying if he wasn't immediately attracted to her striking face; it was unlike any of the small and stocky heads he was used to seeing.
"Seems t' be empty out here." the stallion attempted a smile to avoid any backlash, watching the mare carefully and hoping she would engage in some small talk with him.
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