Posted on August 1, 2018 at 02:23:23 PM by RUXIN
 And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. A fat, swollen ankle dragged behind his hind end, leaving a long, loopy trail in the damp sand. He winced with every step he took, as his weight shifted over said ankle, but still, the young painted stallion kept moving to the best of his abilities. He'd stop his slow, limping pace every so often to violently shake his head. But there was no use -- the water was deep down inside his ears, and no matter how hard he shook, there was no way for him to undo what had already been done. After an hour or so of painstaking ambling, Ruxin had yet to even crest a sand dune nor come close to reaching the treeline. The beach here was wide and flat, and seemed to stretch for as far as the eye could see. Even though the mountains and the green jutting trees seemed just beyond the horizon, taunting him. His lungs burned and his throat was scorched dry. His chapped, pink nostrils flared, but every breath he took just made everything worse. He crumpled into a pathetic heap back in the sand. Sleep tugged at him gingerly at first. But soon it became undeniable. He gave into it without a fight, lowering his chin to drape softly over his folded white front legs and he closed his irritated, bloodshot eyes. Maybe he wouldn't wake up this time. He could only hope. He awoke, somewhat, at the sound of oncoming hooves. One weary eye cracked open then the other, but by the time the large stallion reached him, Ruxin's vision was still too blurry to make him out. He listened to the best of his hazy abilities, but his waterlogged ears made it tough. With a great deal of energy, he raised his head from the sand. Ruxin blinked in quick succession, trying to focus his poor eyes. He studied the knees and the cannon bones of the of the thickly built stallion. He tried to remember his words. "I'm sorry I--" He said in a hoarse, hushed tone. The energy it took to speak was too great. Instead, he unfolded his legs and tried to stand again, the muscles there trembling in protest. After two failed attempts, he managed to sweep himself upright, though not without stumbling a bit. It was the promise of fresh water that urged him past the obvious pain. The stallion cocked his head to one side as he studied the young-looking stud now, and for the first time in their short interaction, he questioned why he was helping him in the first place. Chestnut Overo | Stallion | Evaline X Psychedelic | 14.3 | Photo © Carina Mailwald |© Vinyl |
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