Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction

Morning dew clung on to thin strands of grass, creating a glowing illusion as the dim sun rise made its entrance into the Basin. If any one had been looking for Crash, now would be the easiest time to find him due to the large hoof prints etched into the saturated soil and grass. The prints lead toward the warmest part of the land, the hot spring. It was a neutral temperature, not too cold but not exactly warm. Maybe it just felt that way due to the access fur he had obtained in the past few weeks of being here.

A black and white splashed stallion wadded hawk deep in the warm water, his eyes barely held open. The relaxing heat of the pool soothed his strained muscles, letting them unclench as his body temperature rose. Crash opened his deep blue eyes, scanning the area around him. This section of the Basin was much different from the boundaries where he had spent most of his time recently. The air was very bitter and sharp there, as where here was still quite cold, but the moisture that escaped from the spring kept the air at a muggy level.

Crash took a few steps deeper into the water, stopping once he could feel the heat lapping at the bottom of his belly. He looked into the water, watching the feathering around his silver hooves float around, almost looking like wings of a bird. His mind converted a bird to the equipeg mare he had met when he was still brand new to Helovia. She had been a strange looking animal, with markings that looked like fangs dripping from her face. The way she moved with those odd wings sprouting from her body made him uncomfortable. How strange it must have been to have two heavy limbs hanging from your shoulder, having to stretch them every so often so they would keep circulation. They always make an animal look too small he had thought; their wings being very distracting. Ugh, strange looking was all they were.

As his train of thought wandered, his temper also flared. Where had Arah gone? Had she been keeping distance from him for some reason, or had some one taken her? He had heard that there was a war going on, but where or what over he had not a clue. Frustrated, he tossed his large crowned head into the air, messy forelock bouncing over his eyes. The stallion took a sharp turn, the pressure of the weight of the water holding him back from completely galloping out. Instead, he lifted his front legs high, pushing with all of his strength to jump from the spring. Water splashed every where, droplets clutching onto his tri-colored hide as he kicked up water. His deep frogs dug large holes into the floor of the pond, stirring up mud, clay and what ever else settled at the bottom.

Once he reached the edge of the pond once again, he stopped, badly wanting to throw a tantrum. Crash drew in a deep breath, as he did so his head lifted and once again dropped with the exhale that left a steaming cloud rolling out of his mouth. Damn it, what the hell is wrong with me? he thought to himself, pinning his white ears back until they tried to bury themselves in his black mane. His soaked pelt instantly became very cold as the heat escaped from his body. His body quivered, but he did not move back toward the only source of heat. He stood with his head dropped at shoulder height, taking slow breaths to cool himself down.

No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention

STATUS: Open to Plague members, <3
WORD COUNT: 609
LYRICS: "Bat Country" by Avenged Sevenfold