Forget me or not... I will be here... (Martyr) Posted on September 25, 2023 at 03:59:24 AM by Forget Me Knot
Life had a funny way of making one change their utmost direction. You could be headed to the best piece of land in the universe and then you could find yourself being drug to the pits of hell without a second glance. THe heat of your life could be snuffed out and your fur be sent into an ice cold chill… much like a creature knew as their body paced along a sandy bank. The land was calling out to them, as if they should stay. But the mare in which paced the sands knew much better. Her home was dying, her family no longer able to have a herd with more than what they currently had. The young were sent off to find new lands as the older ones were kept considering they could not handle the travel.
With all that in mind, the fifteen hand Arabian mare of Egyptian heritage gave a huff before plunging her frame into the water with her breath turning into a grunt. With her body almost fully submerged, Forget Me Knot let her body be drug by the ocean current. She held no idea of where her journey would end up, but for now she would swim from one sandy land to hopefully another one that would be warm enough for her thin coat. Her muscled frame with work from the desert sand dunes of her home aided in her swim… but the swim would take far longer than she imagined.
Huffing and puffing, Forget Me Knot survived the swim. Many moons passed and she was lucky that little islands here and there managed to ease her with rest. Now though, the rabicano mare found herself standing upon a sandy beach looking about herself. The scent of others was weak, but she spoke nothing as she slowly twisted herself around to scan the land. Pulling in a deep breath, the mare let her body orient itself with not swimming before she looked back out over the ocean. Her home was months away and now… now she would be looking for a new home here in this last set of islands. They had horse scent in the wind, which is why she decided to stay.
Moving through the land, Forget Me Knot realized she was in the warmth of a desert like area. Her eyes blinked and she gave a faint smile to herself before stopping on what she considered a rolling bluff. It was not large in height, but enough to give her a faint view of the land around her. Letting her blue eyes look over the land for a few more weighted moments, the mare let her voice cry over the land in a strong tone. She wanted a home, but she didnt want to slink around and act susspicious. Forget Me Knot was strong in her own skin… three years old and not affraid of anything, which aided in her search for this land. Replies: