SWAGGER FOUND HIMSELF IN A LAND THAT RESEMBLED HIS HOMELAND, HEAD LIFTING IN EXCITEMENT AS THE HEAT AND SCENT OF SAND HITS HIM. ALL BUT TREMBLING IN DELIGHT, HE FINDS HIMSELF PACING THE EDGES OF THE TERRITORY WANTING TO JUST RACE THROUGH THE ROLLING HILLS OF GOLDEN SAND, NOT A TREE IN SIGHT BUT HE MANAGES TO CONTROL HIMSELF TO PAUSE AND LET OUT A CALL TO THE STALLION THAT HAD TO OWN SUCH A PARADISE.

SWAGGER CAN'T HELP THE WAY HE GLANCES ABOUT HIMSELF, THE WAY HIS TAIL LIFTS AS HE HOLDS HIMSELF BACK AND WAITS. HE KNOWS HE'S IMPATIENT, KNOWS HE SHOULD ACT MORE MATURE BUT IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE HE HAS SEEN OPEN SAND, BEEN SO LONG SINCE HE HAS FELT THE HEAT OF THE DESERT ON HIS SKIN.

OFFERING UP A QUIET PRAYER TO THE HEAVENS HE HOPES THAT THE LEAD STALLION COULD FORGIVE HIM FOR HIS ACTIONS AND HIS JOY, HOPES THAT HE MIGHT OFFER HIM A HOME. GLANCING QUICKLY ABOUT ONCE MORE HE SHAKES HIS HEAD BEFORE DASHING DOWN ALONG THE BORDER OF THE LAND, LAGS EXTENDING AND EATING UP THE LAND. HOOVES DIGGING INTO THE SAND FOR TRACTION AS HE LETS HIMSELF RUN LIKE HE HASN'T SINCE HE WAS CHASED FROM HOME, RUN TILL HIS LUNGS BURN AND EVERYTHING ACHES.

IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG AND HE IS NO LONGER AS FIT AS HE ONCE WAS BEFORE ALL THIS TRAVELING HAS LEFT HIM DESPONDENT AND TIRED. GASPING FOR BREATH HE KNOWS HE'S WONT BE SHOWING OFF HIS STRENGTHS TOO THE LEAD BUT IT HAD FELT SO GOOD TO JUST RUN. LETTING HIS HEAD HANG DOWN AS HE STANDS STILL ALLOWING HIS BODY TO CATCH UP, EARS PERKING HOPEFULLY TO HEAR ANY SOUND OF SOMEONE APPROACHING HIM.

Stallion | Arabian Mix | Silver Sooty Bay Splash badger face | 16hh | five