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08-16-2015, 10:49 PM
There’s something melancholy and healing about the sea. And only the crash of waves and caress of salty air allow those two words to describe it so aptly. Perhaps that is was draw the elephant past the dunes. Perhaps that is why he chose his herdlands to overlook the ocean. For the heart seeks the salt that he will not allow his eyes to leak. Each heavy hoofbeat carries the silvered buckskin unicorn away from the deep sand and towards the hard-packed wetness. Muscles flex beneath the thick hide, willing to be used to fight the chill. Though it has considerably less cold as Frostfall was relinquishing its hold on the land. This did wonders for the great stallion’s spirits. Blue eyes narrow on the black statue in the surf, halting his lumbering walk on the edge of the damp, firm sand. The other’s clearly proud face is upturned to the sun, his eyes closing out the world. His body his lax- absorbing the calm of the sea. A small, fleeting smile crosses the mammoth’s face- for he knew that feeling all too well. Just last season he had sought this peace, but instead had found Rexanna… And now he was seeking peace once more. From Rexanna. Anger had flared in his gut, but his mind was past that fury now. The primal man within him wished to rage and beat and hurt- but he had walked that path before. He had brought a kingdom this its knees. And what did he have to show for it? A dead son. A dead mate. A lonely escape across thousands of miles of land. Heaviness weighed, pushing a sigh from his lips. He wasn’t sure that this stallion wanted company- he wasn’t sure that he, himself wanted company. But conversing was certainly more productive than wallowing in such thoughts. Churning the wet sand, he moved his bulk slowly towards the stallion. A unicorn? He allowed himself to study the broken horn at length as he approached, since the other’s eyes were closed. It couldn’t be considered rude, then. “There’s something calming about the sea, eh?” The deep, baritone voice rolls across the surf to the other stallion as he comes into speaking distance. He breaches the water, walking as deep as his hooves, though not quite as far as the black stud. “It’s a wonder I haven’t set up camp here,” a short chuckle escapes him, cut short by the sadness to his humor. |
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