All I want is to see the sea(open)

[DesertAngel]

Running hooves crunching on dry hot sand filled the air. The lustino stallion had been pacing the beach for, he didn't even remember how many days. His grulla pelt was matted and dirty, not to mention crusted with salt from his long swim. He was losing weight and he still had bloody wounds on his chest. His eyes were sunken in and they held a haunted look. He wouldn't look away from the shore except to turn and go back the other way. When Shetan had first arrived he had tried to swim back to his home. Back to his herd that was waiting with open arms. But the current had been too strong and it flinging him back to this cursed place.

His swollen and sunken eyes burned with hatred. That stallion had done this to him! He would pay, but Shetan didn't remember anything of the demon except his dark pelt and the scar on his jaw. Not a scent of the beast remained here. Shetan stopped in his tracks. He wasn't getting anywhere here, if he wanted to punish this demon he had to regain his strength and reclaim a herd. He knew nothing of this land and the horses here. He moved away from the shore and the deep ruts he had made there. He saw that grass was growing close so he didn't need to walk far. He started to eat greedily and didn't care that it was so salty. He must have grazed for at least half an hour. His head shot up and got a good look around, but there wasn't much to the place. His throat cracked with thirst when he tried to speak. He swallowed what little saliva he had and tried again," Is anyone here? If so come to me, I have many questions of this place." He waited, but soon his sunken eyes turned back to the shore and his legs carried him back to that rut he had made. He began pacing again and it felt like he should remember something. What was it?

[glamourkills]

<sub>glee rippled across a muzzle of charcoal, brown eyes watched the surrounding view. chipped hooves graced the ground, a banner matted with sweat tried to beat itself against his neck. spring was in the air and his search for more females was not exactly desperate, but hopeful.

a bright sun sparkled across thick waves. white foam sprayed up to the shores, dragging seaweed in its wake. the warm, rough grains of sand made each worn hoof sink at least an inch of two. it warmed his hocks, up to his flanks, and across his back. the fine spatter of bay rabicano hairs lining his body had bit of dirt clinging to him, a light dust aging the white of his body to a slight gray.

dark tipped ears folded back and then quickly forward at the sound of something curious. though he was not a very curious one, he did want to see what sounded so horse like. aside from his own rhythmic beat, there was another set and every once in a while, it would pause and then start up again.

approaching down the beach, he could just make out the figure of a grulla color. the figure did not look much taller than him, only almost a full hand taller. the closer he got, the more definitions he could pick out. at first, all he saw and smelled was a darker colored grulla stallion. then, he noticed the scars, wounds. for a moment, he was shocked and disgusted.

the mysterious pacing stallion was horrid in his large eyes, but that he could get over. shallow, he might be, but never judgemental. creating a placid expression, he allowed his mouth to present his voice to the stallion with trophies.

"why, what a mess you are! if i may be polite, my name is shawshank and yours is?" tilting his head a little to the side, he gave the stallion a friendly smile as he came to a stop, keeping his distance. he had the urge to look at the sky, but did not want to look uncaring because as a socialite, he did care.


character: shawshank
word count: 355
comments: i hope they can be friends or nearly like brothers.</sub>

[DesertAngel]

Shetan was stuck on repeat, half walking half trotting up and down the beach in the rut he had created. All he could think was the same thoughts over and over.


-I'll get this finished later, sorry it's taking so long.-