Dark chestnut ears twisted back, flattening against the colt's poll as the winds picked up. The sound the wind made was building up to an eerie, blistering screech, and Caesarion could feel in his bones the urge to find cover growing. Startled by the growing pit of unease in his barrel, the chestnut galloped toward a deeper dune. His legs propelled him forward, adapted to a lifetime in these shifting dunes.
The storm picked up to a howl, pummelling the boy with the sharpness of flying sand, as Caesarion ran with his eyes shut nearly to slits. Before the youngster had darted downward into the small valley, Cae noticed a figure a small way ahead. Without thinking, the chestnut plunged toward them, loosing a desperate command for them to follow him down into the small valley behind him.
Caesarion
the chestnut splash son of Helios & Belladonna