Post by Vanishing Act on Nov 30, 2010 19:14:13 GMT -5
"The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.."
H.E.L.L. S.i.N.g.
A barren escape. A wasteland of nothing but sand. A home? No way! But, it was a traveling spot for one crazy stallion. Built directly for the desert, Hellsing had wandered his little butt into this hot place, a home to him, death for others. The Lusitano looked around tilting his head at the dunes and spiked lizards popping up from the sand. He watched as a side-winder was moving towards him, he jumped away as fast as possible just by a few inches of the venomous jaws. Snorting, he let the snake go with just a hoof print in it's tail. Hell sniffed the sandy air and exhaled enjoying a new hoof on life.
Turning over a new leaf actually wasn't that diffacult as it was for others. Hellsing enjoyed the places he could go and the open spaces he could roam. There were a lot of rules for the wild as well but he only followed a few. Today, or tomorrow, he would have traveled over at least 200 miles and that made him almost up-chuck. It was a long journey and the stag was beginning to rethink his situation.
He needed food, and there wasn't much here except for cactus' and hidden oasis' that he was only illusioning about. He snorted and patted a small mound of sand with his hoof, making a mini mountain. Then, he kicked it. "What a drag..", he said clenching his teeth together. The stallion lightly sighed and looked at a sand hill a few feet from him, he wondered about the predators that lived here and other things. Mostly he was just watching the views of life pass by him, t'was lovely. Hellsing quietly searched for some grass and found a small patch of some. He ate quietly and lied down, practically doing everything quietly. Though he would probably never be found out here because no horse in the right mind would come here, he felt safer out here than somewhere else.
