I'm coming home.... Posted on August 29, 2015 at 07:02:54 AM by Braylen
Braylen
stallion | 15.1hh | palomino tovero
Braylen stood alone; his body resting against the trunk of a tree as his head slowly drifted down towards his knees as his eyes would fall shut before jerking up again as he fought against sleep. After about the fifth time the stallion gave a huff of frustration before shifting his weight so he stood on his own without the support of the tree. Deciding he would get a drink; thinking the cool water would help keep him awake, the stallion slowly started to walk down the worn path that would lead to the stream that lazily drifted away from the Falls. He didn't come across any other equines which he found odd; though he did spot a possum as it watched him warily from beneath a bush.
Before Braylen reached the water, he stopped several feet away when he spotted a horse. It appeared dead the way in laid in and the water and upon the shore but their was no death scent and by further inspection, Braylen's blue eyes spotted the rise and fall of the stallion's flanks with each breath. Slowly approaching, Braylen thought their was something familiar about the scent. It smelled of something that reminded him of the forest, but that had been so long ago..... who was this young stallion?
"Hey" he said, now only a few steps away. "Wake up boy, before you make yourself sick" He could only imagine what sickness would do to a horse at this time of the year.