Flicking soft ears against the spring winds stood a pale pelleted stallion. Hairs of a soft sandy hue flickered and flowed in the wind as the horses mane and tail moved with the air flow. Eyes of a blank amber stared out over the vast expanse of the territory, curious of what was out there. He had been here for a long while now, long enough to heal and take part in his area of the territory. He had no mares, no one to take care of. The one mare who he had met during the fall had not shown up here or even spent time with him other than that one day he found her when he was headed to the crossing. That left Lionheart disheartened, the urge to even try and build his home faltering. He had grown to love it here in the Dunes, but at the same time, was he actually doing anything with his life?
Heaving out a breath, the stallion shifted his weight and faced towards the ocean. He could hear seagulls calling over the waves and other critters moving across the sands, but he did not move to face them specifically. The chestnut stallion just stood there, wondering what was out there for him. He could go and search for others to join his herd, but that would take effort he no longer felt flaring to life in his heart. In many ways Lionheart wondered if he should have just stayed in Atlantis and let that cat take him out. He would have made a great meal for that cat and anything else that could have feasted from his body, but at the time he had not wanted to be free of this world. Now? The idea was not entirely foreign to him anymore.
Blinking his eyes with hooves moving, the stallion headed down to the beach. His large hooves left indents in the sands, pulling the soft fibers of grainy material into his leg feathers. He could still hear the animals behind him, but the draft stallion just shut it all out once he was at the ocean's edge. He felt the cold waters tugging on his legs, but he did not speak as his head lifted to stare at the falling sun. He had grown used to avoiding the highest point of the day, but right now he wished he was staring at the sun in all its glory instead of this leftover light. Licking his lips as he pondered, Lionheart closed his eyes and let the land softly pull at his heart and as he did, he felt the beating organ slowly break into two pieces before crumbling into more as time went by.
LIONHEART
stallion | 17hhs | flaxen chestnut pangare | of the Dunes
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