Inked Demon Posted on August 26, 2025 at 12:34:25 PM by Tattoo
Tattoo hadn’t planned to get caught out in the rain tonight, but as usual mother nature didn’t give a damn what anyone down here wanted. He had been sheltering in the trees overlooking the ocean. He was still getting wet, the tree canopy helping little as the painted tobiano stallion probably resembled a drown rat right about now, with his mane stuck to his neck in this way and that, his tail catching on his legs as he walked.
It was still warm despite the rain, the ocean could be a cruel mistress during bad weather, the winds than rolled off the sea able to pick up speed and smash into the island with a force strong enough to whip right through you. Luckily tonight wasn’t like that, the water was calm which meant no battering wind to contend with as he continued his amble down the beach.
He wasn’t in a hurry and wasn’t going anywhere in particular. He’d wandered around the common but it was pretty empty today, so he was now wandering in the meadow.
His eyes half closed he hadn’t noticed the other horse until she spoke. He stopped, looking around until he found her, tucked up against a boulder was a grey and white mare, her white markings easily seen even without the stars or moon to add light to the night, his own white markings would be easily visible too but the inky black of his coat not so much. He paused, considering her words and her before he turned his body to face her, taking a few slow steps closer to her, he didn’t want to spook her, only to see her more clearly. Her posture seemed relaxed, at least for now and for once the stallion hadn’t been looking to intimidate someone.
That depends, what do you consider as lost? he responded, his normal emotionless tone set in place but the slight twitch of his lips gave away the hint of amusement.
You have a name young one? he asked, she was definitely an adult but perhaps only for the past year or two. Over the years, the mature stallion had gotten good at spotting young horses in a crowd, he guessed he probably had a decade on her age, give or take a few years. He waited patiently to see if she would answer him. and if she would take offence to being called young one, well aware he hadn’t offered his own name first.