Octavius

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stallion | 18.0hhs | Lost son of nowhere

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Standing under the shade of a far off palm stood Octavius. His tired eyes were half closed as his head hung, his body shifting faintly under the shade. Once he had been the third here, but now he was just a lowly herd member. It left Octavius feeling a bit out of place with everything. His body was larger than the rest here in Salem which made things all the more difficult. Being as large as he was in a barren landscape meant he had to stick to one of the many oases and with that little tidbit left him alone. He had not stuck close to the main herd, but instead struck off to the middle of nowhere in which he managed to remain more of a figment of one's imagination instead of one's sight.


Licking his lips, the draft stallion went to move his frame into a laying position when a squeal sounded off in the distance. The sound had him instantly alert, his ears twisting in that direction and eyes blasting open in a new state of awakeness. His heart thundered faintly for a moment, adrenaline coursing through his body before he turned entirely on his legs, his body moving oddly quick for his breed. It was not much longer after that when Octavius moved through the sands, his multicolored coat gleaming under the sun's rays as he picked up into a trot. He was too large to fully run under the heat of the day, but his trotting legs covered the ground quicker than that of his walk and it used that for his speed all across the rising and sloping dunes of the Desert.


As time passed and the stallion picked up the scent of another horse, one he had not smelled before, Octavius shifted directions. His large frame managed to then crest a dune and set his gaze upon a yearling. His head tilted at that fact, but no words left his lips until he went over and down it, getting closer to the young horse with his head lowered in a passive manner. “Are you alright? It's not safe to be this far away from the herd alone.” Octavius was not sure if this colt belonged to one of the mares Asmodeus had claimed or not, but for now the draft let his body stay in a calm manner, not wanting to startel or aggravate the yearling.