Damn' it Jax, we're lost. The voice says. Jaxon barely flicks an ear as the voice continues its rant, he had been doing it for the last 4 hours to be exact. Ar' we dead? Jaxon questions. "No, we ar' not, yet." Jaxon halts, his thick head swivels as his dark eyes take in the sands. Damn they just continued, rolling and twisting, an endless expanse of nothing. Jaxon tilts his head upwards at the cloudless blue sky, with a sigh he realizes he still had a few hours before the sun would set on the horizon. Sweat pricks at his dark hide, creating a sheen that glistens beneath the glaring rays of the sun.

Jaxon steps forward again, his head droops as he heads down another dune. "Who in their damn'd min' would pic' this god forsake' place as their home." He mumbles half to himself and half to the voice. He opens his dark parched lips and smacks his tongue against the gritty roof of his mouth. He should of took that sip of water at the Oasis in the last place, if he had known that Desert would of turned into a rolling expanse of sand dunes; he would of. He pauses at the top of the next dune, a soft sweltering hot breeze ruffles the tangled dreads of his ebony mess of mane. He squints against the glaring sun. What was that? He takes a hesitant step forward, than another.

A hoarse neigh exits his opened jowls, it shimmers against the sands. His hesitant steps quicken into a eager trot, water! As he trots toward the shimmering mirage, he can feel the dryness in his throat, the scratchy irritating feeling. He smacks his dark lips together, but as he comes to where he thought was water, it was more damn sand. An angry bellow erupts from between his lips. "Son of a bitc'! He curses. He strikes out his front fore in frustration and begins to dig his hoof into the sands, it is followed by a frustrated bellow and more pawing. If he were to be seen at this moment in time, someone would probably think he had lost his mind.

I would hate to break it to you brother... But you have The voice laughs darkly.