It had been awhile since Nimbus had been around. The rain was still falling then, but now that it was the middle of summer the sun battered his dark coat which seemed to absorb every ounce of heat from it. He wandered his territory, which would be a threat to any other horse who foolishly ventured into it. Unlike the coast, food and water were scarce deeper in the terrain. It was a difficult environment for some, but not to those who knew it well. The large blue roan traveled along the crest of the dunes in search of the two roans. He wondered how they were after he had disappeared for as long as he did. He had left on... Sensitive terms to say the least. He expected their resent when he found them, but that did not deter him from searching. It was undeniable: he missed them.
A thought popped into his head which troubled him. What if I don't find them. What if they left. He had certainly been out and about long enough for them to decide to. On top of that, he angered Kahawa, and at the least troubled the... Nameless one. Nervousness began to seep in and Nimbus became restless to find them. He trotted about tossing his head from side to side with hopes of seeing them close.
They're only just mares, he attempted to calm himself down. I will find more. But he confessed to himself that he had grown attached to the two. They were special. They were his. A passion overwhelmed him which he had never experienced before. He decided that if they did leave and other stallions took them then he would steal them back. Without them he had little or nothing to lose. But what if they don't want to come back? He mulled over this question unsure of the answer, but he would come to a conclusion if he had to.
Because of his mixed emotions he failed at calming himself down. He was still a nervous wreck. He took a deep breath of the dunes' air. It relaxed him with its unique aroma. It was salty, from the ocean breeze, but dry and hot; the smell of sand was indescribable, but ever present. The aroma was growing on Nimbus. He was beginning to recognize it has home. A strange concept to a stallion who often considered himself a nomad, a dweller. "Dune dweller." He rolled the words around on his toungue and enjoyed the way they felt.
Nimbus continued to trot about wondering where they were. The hot sand was pushed beneath his hooves making him feel immobile. He found it difficult to propel himself with the nervous energy, only agitating him more. He stopped moving before he became too angry and looked around for the two mares who populated his home.
Clydesdale mutt | stallion | 17.1hh | blue roan sabino | 5 years