Posted on March 6, 2013 at 00:13:38 AM by Aaron
 The sun let an inundation of its soft rays wash over Aaron's wet, ebony dorsal, quickly warming the studs dark pelage as he stepped onto the shore of the Dunes. The ocean water soaked him to his very marrow, sending a great chill scuttling down his spine. Grains of salt gripped each patch of fur, desperately trying to hang on, fighting the streams of water droplets dribbling down his barrel. The sand was darker here, and much less grainy. It was soft and dense, just a little more refined than dust. The shore held a darker, copper tint as well, not that golden sheen in the commons that the stud had grown so accustomed to. The ocean was deeper, more chilly, and definitely darker. The white foam on each crepuscular wave stood out like a firefly in a darkroom; appearing, then disappearing, only to appear somewhere else instants later. Instead of verdigris trees greeting him, he found mounds of sand, dipping and rising like the Arabic Alphabet; jumping from a drop to the top, only to slide down to another low point, or to jump on an even higher rise. They were so varied, these mountains of sand, each and every grain petite, dark, and grand. How the sun baked particles brought solace to Aaron; this land was an ocean without water. He was at the bottom of the world, air being the water of earth. He was nature's fish; one of many, but so different from another. The moment he stepped out of the ocean's reach, he felt the sun burn into his black coat, quickly licking up the water and letting the salt shift closer to his skin. Aaron was uncomfortable with the temperature as well as the lack of vegetation and water, but challenges were always favored. With an soft grunt, he trotted to the base of the incline and started to clamber up. Sand slithered down the unstable pathetic excuse for a range, but he approved of this softer sand and finally reached the peak. Aaron let out a throaty neigh, hoarse after a day's swim with minimal fresh water and skyrocketing temperature. But this is one of the more extreme climates; you do what you can for the well-being of yourself and your herd, and goods were scarce, so get used to inconveniences at food-time. Salem is no place for fantasy chasers; this is where the hardcore survivors thrive. Let us hope this steed can grant thy an abode. friesian x oldenburg; EE aa; 16'3hh; seven; played by t |
OOC: sorry for the short post, i had little time to write it up... :s take your time replying!
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