The roaring in his ears dominated the male's senses. Deaf to the world around him, Martyr stumbled down the path and away from the innermost part of the Falls. Emerson had been in the Lagoon for most of the time he'd been searching for her. His stupidity astounded him. How long had he been so idiotically sure that she hadn't fallen into their clutches? Martyr would have scoffed at himself if he wasn't already so overwhelmed with the realization that he nearly walked into another being.
The stallion's mostly-white head yanked upward in surprise. She was pale and golden, even in the gathering twilight, and standing along the water's edge. He hadn't even noticed that the resulting river from the Falls was so near. His bright blue eyes swept over the mare, noting her curled ears as his hooves carry him a few steps back the way he'd come. "Oh, I'm sorry," he stated, admonishing himself. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
blue roan overo mustang mutt stallion . 16.1 hands