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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3HH :: 8 |
| Daisy |
The water relieved some of his weight, and made him feel surprisingly graceful. In the ocean, he could feel how buoyant he was- much more so then in a pond or lake. To the large stallion it was a relief to not feel so cumbersome for once, and he splashed joyfully to the waves, knee deep in sea foam. Occasionally he'd put his head between his legs and snort as he trotted along, seeing something moving in the waves. Fish, he supposed. At least he hoped so, Helovia seemed full of surprises. For all he knew, monsters could roam beneath the depths, so the suspicious horse kept an eye out, even if it made him look ridiculous.
He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying himself. He stepped and held his head high, shrugging off all self consciousness under the assumption he was alone. Nero didn't look quite as unfortunate with a little enjoyment in the sway of his long body, matted tail and mane lifted in the biting breeze. The two toned stallion was sure he was going to visit here again. After a brief roll in the sand, accompanied by the usual groans of effort to sink his heavy body to the ground, the stag ventured into deeper sea. It was then he startled, catching sight of an odd shape in the water in his peripheral vision. He shied drastically to the side, the motion slowed by the heavy ocean, before turning to face what he was seeing, snorting with his mustard eyes wide.
Sea monsters, indeed. He threw himself even further away upon seeing it was some sort of strange looking horse, a chill running up his back. It was camouflaged perfectly by the sea and there was something incredibly ominous about that. If she opened her maw, Nero was fairly certain he'd see sharp, pointy teeth like a shark. He stood trembling a fair distance from her, too curious to move and much too afraid to come any closer. "What are you?" The appaloosa mutt supposed he shouldn't be so worried. There were plenty of exceedingly odd looking horses here, but this was different.
He'd just been enjoying himself, frolicking like a foal, and a flush of embarrassment warmed his body. He wasn't young, nor old, but it was painful that he'd been caught being so foolish. His ears threatened to flick back on his skull, but he thought better of it. If she was as at home in the ocean as she seemed, he guessed he definitely had the underhand. The water no longer felt like an adventure, but rather something to be afraid of. He shifted nervously, attention fully on the grey coloured mare.
Notes; What a dork @Syrena
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