Meadow

He had begun his own journey in yesterday's warm afternoon light. The Badlands always proves to be an arduous place and he had found himself struggling once more to find purpose within the never ending expanse of sand only dispersed with the occasional Joshua tree. Much as the unrelenting sand grasps at hooves, demanding harder strides while sliding away nonchalantly, Dill has found himself upon a slippery slope. He holds a title now, yet the emptiness within has not relented. While he finds himself within a home fairly populated with other equines, the lack of connection between those he has approached has proven disheartening. His decision to elude the somber grasp of depression's spiral was enough to cause his sturdy form into the lapping waves once more. He had emerged upon the meadow - newly rejuvenated with the promises of life that only spring can compel - and already had found his mood mildly lifted. The welcomed reprieve had caused him to linger longer than originally intended.

The noisy restlessness of the lighter colored stallion awakens him abruptly. His dark coffee eyes flap open with a start and his own nostrils flare as a frightened breath dispels his surprise. He watches the other male continue in his fit as Dill is content to avoid someone obviously agitated before even the sun has fully awoken. The ensuing train wreck - grullo woman against the mumbling male - does entice his own long legs to begin moving forth. The pair does not collide, much to his relief, and the behemoth of a stallion moves with a graceful silence unbecoming for one so large. He halts next to the duo while keeping both steadily within eyesight. He does not perceive any threat as the other male brokenly attempts to apologize for his near miss, though the words remind him of the ones Kaari had recently spoken - though she had sought a mother. Where are all the parents gallivanting off to? he thinks to himself, though the irony that he too has wandered does not escape him.

The dark sooty stallion waits for the other to finish speaking before offering a respectful nod to both. "Forgive my failing knowledge of lineage, but who is your father? Perhaps I can help if I knew his name." The extension of help will likely prove empty as Dill often remains within the Badlands but he does at times catch stray whispers from the strangers that wash up upon the island. "I am Jack Dillinger, beta of the Badlands - most call me either Jack or Dill....I apologize if I am intruding in any fashion." His charcoal lips close as his speech slowly dissipates upon the morning air. He hazards at glance at both parties as he waits awkwardly, wondering exactly what will come from this odd encounter.