Common
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Posted on November 18, 2020 at 01:47:01 AM by CAIN
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He didn't know what he expected to find when he decided to swim to the Crossing, but he certainly wasn't expecting what he found. The Vanner stallion decided he needed to go back to the mainland to see what he could do. Maybe there would be more horses to help or just someone to converse with. He never knew what he was going to find when he went there. As he trudged out of the water and onto the shores of the Common, he didn't have any set goal in mind, just to wander around and see what happened. It got confusing though when he saw the pieces of wood floating in the water all down the beach. Where did it come from? It didn't look like trees. It looked almost....man-made. His skin quivered with foreboding as he thought of the wooden panels the men used to hold him captive for years. He remembered pressing his chest against them, trying them, pawing at them. He remembered the splinters that stuck in his skin, but they were merely pests in his goal to get free. Shaking his head of such memories, he shook out his coat and trotted down the shoreline, wondering what else he might find. That's when he saw the mare's body collapsed up ahead. Giving out a whinny to see if she was alert and announce his approach, the painted stallion snorted and slowed as he got closer, not wanting to spook her. She was soaked, like she'd just been in the water, yet there was a distress to her smell, like she hadn't just gone for a peaceful swim to the mainland. She didn't smell of the islands, either. In fact, there was a faint scent of humans on her coat. The very thought had Cain's nostrils wrinkling back in distaste, but he shook his head and stopped a few feet away, not wanting to invade her space as he lowered his head toward her. "Hello, miss? Are you alright?" His head lifted when he heard the call, a male voice, but it sounded distressed too. What was going on? He looked around, but didn't see anyone right away. Throwing his head up, he gave an answering call, just to let the other horse know where he was in case they needed help. He didn't know what he'd just walked into, but he wasn't about to just leave now. Cain_stallion_7yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert Father to: Akello(xVihaan), photo by JNix@Shutterstock |
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- to live is an awfully big adventure - By Macaroni November 19, 2020 at 02:36:48 AM
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