It was a mistake to go into the raging swell, you would think she would have learned this by now. Still, the golden-hued mare chose to brave the tide despite storm surge causing the waves to swell. It would be well worth it, a new place to call home and hide away like a mad beast or lost treasure, for who was she to decide? Another wave crashed around her, reacquainting her with the precarious situation Tempest managed to regain some measure of control, shore seemed so close now, just several hundred feet away. Surely she would find herself out of this storm. It wasn’t hours but it had felt like it. Her muscles ached with strain but her hooves had found purchase on the soft beaches. Her nostrils flared slightly as she inhaled deeply. The scent of salt and strangers was all she could sense. At least she felt no danger from any outside of her own kind. As thunder cracked and lightning scattered across the sky, Tempest reared then kick out her hind legs almost as though she were a spring foal playing. As dangerous as the storm could be, she felt a sense of peace. Her dial swiveled carefully in an almost curious manner before a familiar hunger gnawed at her. Even so, she would turn her nose up to it, freshwater, however, would be a welcome treat. Settling into a nice trot the fem decided it would be best to explore now as those she once knew often sought shelter from a storm. Better to go unnoticed while regaining her energy though a part of her knew she was itching for a fight if the moment was right. |