Jay Azuli. The name felt foreign in his mind, like a stone left unturned for too long. After his time in the Peak, he had gained a newfound respect for the mares that had hosted him there. They had taught him to fend for himself and take care of himself in this harsh world. Unfortunately, too much time had passed since then and now things had changed. He had changed. He has filled out, and his build had become denser.
Thus, the mares had had to kick him out. None of them had laid claim on him, but unfortunately that meant he was no longer welcome. He would treasure the relationships he had made there, but he agreed that it had been time to move on. He had been getting antsy in the confines of the mountain. It was time for him to travel. He had wandered down from the rocky crags of the mountains and into the meadows. Surprisingly, he had met very little resistance. The predators had long learned to steer clear of this area, but still it had surprised him. He had continued on his meandering quest towards nothingness, occasionally running into other horses. None were particularly notable, though some had definitely helped him grow. Mainly the nameless stallions that would chase him off their territory away from their bands, leaving hoof-shaped marks and bites along his flank. They healed quickly, leaving the marks imprinted in his coat as thin scars.
Now, he found himself by the beach. After crossing the calm waters and shaking the salt from his coat, he soaked in his surroundings. There wasn't much to see close to the shore as it was mostly covered in sand and small pebbles. He started to wander, aimlessly following his nose. Eventually, something intriguing caught his attention. The scent of another horse, masked by the scent of old trees and salty air. Jay lifted his head and started to follow it until he reached a smaller blue roan laying on the ground. He lifted his legs higher and brought them down hard on the sand, setting up tiny clouds of dust in order to announce his arrival. He had snuck up on someone once, and the marks on his legs still stung in warning whenever he moved to greet someone new. "Hello there," he called out, wondering if the mare was friendly or not.