There was something whispering on the breeze. The voice was like a song sung from a siren, pleasing to the ears and causing you to want more. The trees gentle in their sway, moved with the sound as if coaxing the creature before them to walk farther down the path. Long branches almost seemed to caress the light colored equine as large hooves moved over solid ground. There was no telling what was making this song, but the horse barely kept their mind as their soft eyes closed and hooves moved on autopilot.
Stepping over fallen branches from a wind storm and lush grass, a perlino stallion embarked on a journey. They left the shelter of their home and ran with herds over large spaces of land before the sea swallowed them up and washed them upon a shore that showed many different islands. The light colored creature was steady in their hoof beats, but the shake of their head showed that the song led them to this place that was far from what they knew. Horses were so abundant here that they could be smelled upon the wind. The only danger that the beast could taste upon his lips was other stallions.
Lifting large hooves, the stallion named Ivanbito for his size back home blinked his light colored eyes. His pink lips were faintly chapped and peeling from the sunburn that covered his face. All light skin upon his head was working on a sunburn, but his long forelock kept his eyes at a decent shaded light. He did not wish to have his own eyes burned and it aided with the fact he followed the shade from the trees. He held no reason to enter the sunlight, which he was thankful for being kept at bay. His long tail was gaining knots and so was his mane, but he held no urge to go back home and have it taken care off.
Huffing out a breath, Ivanbito went to take in another breath when the sound of hooves and water in the distance had his steps falter. He was not used to other company during the past year and his body almost tingled with the need to go closer and shoo off any other creature that was entering his little enclave of home… even if he honestly was not truly supposed to reside here. Shaking out his neck, the large horse moved forward, his hooves beating against the ground in a stronger rhythm. Standing at sixteen hands, the stallion was no pigmy. Yes, there were others out there two hands taller, but not everyone knew how to use their muscle and he was out of shape as it was being four years old and not having fought a day in his life.
Prowling for lack of a better word, through the undergrowth, Ivanbito set his gaze upon another light colored horse. Ivanbito was unsure of what to do now however, his urge to protect his small home gone as the urge for companionship skyrocketed through his blood. Huffing, he fought internally for a moment before arching his neck faintly to his chest and giving a whicker. He was not going to go closer, but he postured enough to hopefully deter this creature from getting to close right off the bat.
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