Posted on August 7, 2018 at 05:47:48 PM by RUXIN
 And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. He watches the waves as they lap at No's ankles, the tide weak and thinning by the time it encroaches onto the shore. Every so often a strengthening pull would drag the seawater farther up the damp sand than the previous iterations, and Ruxin would back or shift his hooves nervously to avoid touching any of the water. In stark comparison, No stood coolly and easily in its shallow depths. The stallion seems more interested in the few words Ruxin had to say, however. The painted stallion is silently relieved when the shorter-statured stud trudges a few steps toward dry land. He listens while he speaks but his eyes divert to the sand beneath his own hooves. While it had been several weeks since Ruxin had first washed ashore here, the recovery from such a trauma had been painstakingly slow. It may have been stunted by Ruxin's depression -- he rarely found enough energy to move all that much throughout the day or night. He ate and drank of course, but probably not enough to sustain a proper, healthy form. He merely did what he needed to feasibly stay alive. Despite the routine, painful protest from his body. Ruxin merely swallows hard when No comments about his appearance. There was no use trying to hide or even deflect from the obvious. No motions for him to follow and Ruxin obliges obediently. It wasn't as if the stallion had anything else to do, nor anywhere else to go. Briefly, he thinks of the kind stallion from the neighboring terrain. Roake. But the thought is fleeting. No asks another question and Ruxin lets it hang deftly in the air while he follows with short, choppy strides in the stallion's wake. They're leaving the sea behind them now, moving over the loose sand and past the dunes and toward the jungle in the distance. The hardy seagrass begins to fade into tall more marsh-like grasses, which are a vibrant green and full of water. Ruxin tears at some along the way, never once slowing his gimpy, ambling pace. He's still considering No's question with some trepidation . Ruxin had nothing to hide. He didn't care if this stallion knew he wanted to die. But he didn't want to scare him off too fast. Or to open the door for some kind of judgement. Even worse, his sympathy. But he had no better answer. "I left Luthien weeks ago." He finally said, still dragging his hind swollen ankle behind his thin body. "And washed up here." He realized he never answered his question. But at least he said something. Chestnut Overo | Stallion | Evaline X Psychedelic | 14.3 | Photo © Carina Mailwald |© Vinyl |
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