Cream
mare | mustang | buttermilk buckskin | 16hhs
The waves rose and fell with a steady rhythm. There was no cause or chaos to them, a simple tug and push that was simply meant to be. It was the way of life and just like everything in life it suddenly came to a stop. Cream pulled herself free of the salty liquid, her hooves sinking into the wet sand of the beach. She stopped just barely out of the grasp of the water, the abrupt stillness something she had to adjust to once more.
As she stood at the edge of the beach her brown eyes cast themselves across her new surroundings. As far as Cream could tell the mare had found herself in a complete wasteland. It was nothing but sand in any direction she looked, void of life yet the scent of other equines contradicted the very sight that lay before her. Already the heat was baring down on her, quickly drying the liquid that tried its best to escape from her skin and back towards the waves that crashed behind her. Only some would make it.
Stepping away from the water, Cream began to venture farther into the land. At all times the mare wanted to keep the shore in sight, but surely it would not hurt to do a little bit of exploring. The scent of the other horses intrigued her, tugged at her curious side, until she had to give in. What would make them want to live here? Surely the cooler more bearable climates of the other islands would be more suitable than this hell hole. Yet she had spoken of the same thought upon her arrival in Tinuvel although that had been her main home since arriving in these islands.
It was not long in her wandering when the sound of a voice reached her. It was too distant to understand but the tone was obviously female and Cream hoped that this encounter would be more relaxing than if she had met the stallion of these lands. Maybe she would even get some answers on why anyone would want to live here instead of some brute who thought they could woo her or mount her to convince her to stay.
As Cream moved closer it became obvious upon the other woman’s features that she was looking for someone. She wondered if maybe it was the stallion or this place, or maybe a friend. Either way the buttermilk buckskin hoped that she wasn’t interrupting something too awfully important. “Hello” she called out only a short distance away. “Might you be a residence of this……” hell hole she thought “….Place?"
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