| Outcast |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3HH :: 8 |
| Daisy |
He'd never seen anything like this before. The stallions wanderings had always been inland, and he'd never wandered so close to the edge of the world before. From a distance if he'd seen the great blue expanse, he would change his direction, careful not to go to close. He hadn't been watching as he moved about, and had not even stopped to consider why the grass had grown less plentiful and the ground more... soft and grainy. Before he knew what was happening out stretched the shoreline for miles and miles on end, and here he was, standing right in the middle of nowhere.
Spring had come and it was a fairly pleasant day- the air fairly mild, but the wind rushing along his legs and picking up the thick hair that graced his lower legs was quite chilly. The sand was an unfamiliar sensation and he skittered to the side occasionally at its harsh bite. His eyes were fixed on the vision of the ocean, its waves crashing into the beach. He stood far enough away that there was no way they'd come anywhere near his hooves, but even so he shook as a particularly large ridge came rushing ashore. The practical side of the stallions mind said it was just water, much like a rapid river he wouldn't dare to swim in, but on a much larger scale. Behind the frightful white froth there was nothing but blue, and that scared him more then anything.
What was out there? Nothing? Was it really the end of the world, had he been everywhere? Or was there more land past the massive expanse, like on the other side of a bank. He struggled to make any sense of it, and after quite some time, gave up on trying to understand such a mystery.
It took many hours before he gained some sense of trust in the waves, the sand, the ocean. Then, he reveled in the desolation- no one, anywhere, just him. The powerful stallion galloped down the beach with a feeling somewhere close to exaltation, the wind whipping in his dread-locked mane and tail, eyes watering from the wind. When his bravery was at an all time high, the black roan tentatively made his way down to the shore. Sure, he snorted at the water and fled from it at its first approaches, but then he let it swell around his hooves, then fetlocks, hocks, knees, and finally he was charging through the surf, glee written all over his usually staunch face. There was childlike abandon in his joy of discovery, and he was completely lost in his pleasure, unaware of anything but himself.
Notes; Hope this is alright. @Syrena
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