I can't help but feel proud when I look at Josh. He'd been through so much in his short life and still managed to turn out alright. I was hoping maybe this place would finally work out for once, maybe he'd settle down here, make a home for himself. Only time would tell.

Josh was grateful for his thick winter coat as the ocean breeze ran her ice-cold fingertips over him, tousling his long fur and knotting strands that are seemingly dip-dyed blonde. The thick draft blood coursing through Josh's veins aided with the keeping of warmth. Josh was ideal for this sort of territory, he felt, a hardier variety than most. Josh was more worried about the ladies that, hopefully, would occupy these lands in the near future. He knew cold could be unforgiving, he'd seen the tips of ears lost before. Seen what it could do to the old, the young, the sickly. Josh shuddered, flesh rippling beneath his darkened coat. Josh wondered what he'd done to deserve such frequent dark, disturbing thoughts. I just looked on sadly.

Josh was a top a cliff-like formation in the land carved out by millions of liters of water. It allowed him to view far out into the sea. Josh had always been fascinated by water, he could watch the lazy pull of the tide for hours. Back and forth, back and forth, it was almost hyponotizing for the thoroughbred mix. It soothed him, allowed him to escape the somber thoughts that lurked around ever corner.

Suddenly, tawny ears pick up the sound of another within the lands,a gentle call rings out a few times. Causing the stallion to twist his body head in the direction of the sound. In the distance, on the shore he can see what splotches of tan and white that weren't there before; presumably, this is where the call is coming from. It's vaguely horse-shaped, Josh justifies to himself as he bigs to wind his way down to the shore of the Inlet.

The stallion moves his large frame with ease, well-worked muscles sliding over bone beneath his blackened coat with ease. As he nears the sound-maker Josh's wide nostrils, a gift from him thoroughbred lineage, suck in a deep breathe. The faintest wisps of the intruders scent exist within his chosen air and Josh is pleased to find the being before him to be female. 'Can't get enough of those.' Josh's thoughts remind him, like he wasn't already aware.

When Josh is within the new female's vicinity, he slows his pace, opting for a slow walk and then the eventual stop. His eyes roam her frame briefly, no sign of injury, though she looks cold, Josh notes, feeling a tinge of regret for choosing these lands as his home. The large stallion drops to one bronzed knee, a playful smile tuned to his lips as he eyes the lady before him, the gold flecks within his eyes swirl. "I'm Josh," the blackened stallion began, "And does the pretty face have a pretty name, doll?."




'Thought.' "Speech."

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THOROUGHBRED MUTT - STALLION - SEAL BAY - SEVENTEEN HANDS - SEVEN - SCURVY