It was another day in Tinuvel and it found Fundamental once again standing upon the shoreline. It was a rare site, his ears pinned against his head hiding beneath his wild mane as the wind twisted it around him as well as his tail. Brown eyes narrowed upon the merciless crashing water the painted man paid little attention to the tracks he had left in the sand and rocks around him, the pacing he had done for the last few days. He was irritated if that could even describe what he felt. Anger boiled in him, failure lingering just within his grasp. Fundamental knew he had done nothing since arriving here other than wandering aimlessly among the snow and trees, occasionally seeing a mare or two. It had left him miserable and lonesome, the source of his anger that he could only direct at himself. Today was different, he was different.


Turning away from the waters, Fundamental paced a little ways down the beach before again turning to confront the waters. How dare they be so vicious as to prevent him from leaving when he had finally decided that it was best? The stallion was in no way abandoning his territory; his only search was for companionship. Whether it is a stallion for a second or a mare that actually liked him he did not care. Even a yearling, young and full of life he would be joyful to have at his side to spend time with.


An angry snort erupted from his flared nostrils, his front hoof striking out against the pebbles and spraying sand as he pawed at the ground in aggression. Fundamental was not the angry sort, never once showing his temper to the world until now. It would be the turning point for the man. Tossing his head he suddenly lunged forward and into the spray and foam, his legs slicing through the waves that crashed towards him. He would no longer be trapped here, he would no longer be alone.

stallion | 6 | ee/aa/nSb | 15hh | mutt