Octavius
stallion | 18.0hhs | Lost son of nowhere
Scanning the boy to make sure he was safe, Octavius too his time to check what he could see. The young stallion was pale in color, but he had the fire that would work well with the Desert. It left Octavius feeling more out of place, but the final nail in the coffin was when Asmodeus came and spoke as he had. Octavius was not sure how to feel on that, but he backed up and lowered his head, ears tucked tight to his mane with his long tail lashing at his hocks for a moment. He had not meant to be in this position, but already he was ready to leave.
Shaking his head, the mammoth stallion turned away from the boy and father, his large hooves moving sand around as he turned away from the duo and headed back the way he had come. He had covered ground to ensure the colt was safe, but now he was no longer needed. The beast was better off in the silence of the oasis he had found. He had no herd, no love, and nothing else tying him to these sands. It made his stay here useless and utterly futile, but for now he had nothing else to do. His sister was safe in the peak and he had no one else on these god forsaken islands to even call family.
That was why once he was far enough away, the stallion picked up into the same long strided trot as before and vanished once more into the desert sands. The heat of the day touched his body and made him sweat more than just his trot, but he paid no mind. His tired eyes locked out onto the ocean as his frame went back to that one tree at the oasis that would offer him the calmness he needed and the out of sight and out of mind peace he so desired living here and being displaced.
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