stallion | paint | bay splash | 16 h | captain of the Desert | played by Skyy
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Even with autumn in full swing, the Desert was hot. The wind that blew against him was like sandpaper and sucked the moisture right out of his skin. The stallion felt a pang of sympathy for his lone mare now. It was barren of life here and any life that decided to wander in was quickly drained. Pale hooves sunk into the endless sea of sand as he slunk home. The ocean's salt stung at the gash in his leg as the desert sand clumped together with the drying blood.

He was an experienced fighter and had paid the price. His opponent was one he wouldn't forget. Pyrate would be sure to avenge his defeat and was certain he would be seeing the brute again. He had just been minding his own business and in a sudden flash of flesh and teeth was attacked. His duo colored head hung low in shame. He should have stayed with his father a bit longer so that he could learn to fight but he was here now and it was time to man up and quit playing around so much.

He arrived on a tall dune and a loud and somewhat hurt call was emitted throughout the silent desert. Hopefully Yindy was close by; he could use some company and if he was lucky, some affection. He knew the mare wasn't all too thrilled to be here but it never hurt to try. Pyrate was usually timid with mares but it was time to grow up. He kneeled down into the sand and rolled in an attempt to cover his wounds but the blood had already dried and the long drip stain on his ivory leg was unmistakable. How would he explain this to the golden mare? She would probably scoff at his weakness. His blue eyes looked out in the yellow sea and awaited her arrival.