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Misael was tired, his muscles ached and his lids were half-closed by a touch of exhaustion's finger. He had traveled for days on end, making his way to wherever his hooves led him. He didn't know where he was and he didn't care, he wouldn't care again either. Nothing deserved to be cared by him.
Only when he clipped his hoof and nearly stumbled did he stop to find his surroundings. Misael knew every part of this island, although he didn't care or know where he was at this exact moment he knew the ground like one knew where a water source was. His midnight azure ears twisted forward at the sight of a strange swirling mass, it taunted him to go closer. Striding forward he lifted a hoof to touch such a strange sight, when he was quickly sucked in by the force of this object. Seconds later, he was spit out on foreign soil, the smell of forest foliage and new scents racking his brain. It was overwhelming, the sudden impact of a new world. With speed, he lifted himself up, locks gathering on the ground near his hooves. Why had he been thrown into such a place? Anger replaced the fuzziness of entering this realm, and he cantered through the thick brush to find some sort of clearing, if there was a way in, there had to be a way out.
Hours later, Misael was lost and helpless, his only choice now was to expose himself. His lips parted as he released a call into the eerily silent woods, hoping one would hear such a lame cry of desperation. He stood there, his golden orbs flicking from left to right as he waited for the pitter patter of hooves, or not hooves, to enter his ears. This was to be a waiting game, and the only game he didn't like to play.
OCC; IT's late and it's shit writing but it's up and I'm happy yay
