Everything had changed, everything had been destroyed, everything was different. What he had once known as normal was now foreign making this place seem like it was a lifetime that had passed since that portal had brought them all here. Would they ever be able to go home? Was there even a home to go back to? What happened to the others when that portal was closed? It was too hard to imagine considering only a couple days ago there had been only one world and now there was two. Would they ever get an explanation to what the hell had happened to change everyone's lives forever? 

Closing his eyes to the fading light he tried to piece things together so that something could be understood but soon gave up with a sigh. Its not as if there was much to go back to anyway, maybe this was all for the best. Before he had gotten sucked into the vortex life hadn't exactly been great but better than some had it. He was not the kind of soul to despair about things that could not be changed, it was just easier this way. If you believed that things were all doom and gloom chances were you were going to run into many misfortunes along the way. Life was exactly the way you made it either you fit in, or you didn't there was no middle ground where he had come from. Sacrifices were a way of life and it was better to get used to it before it had a chance to bother you. When you had nothing to lose but your life your choices got much easier without having to worry about consequences. 

Slipping into the salty tide a soft groan left his throat as every last wound on his battered body began to throb painfully. "Damn fucking bear" he muttered to himself as he gritted his teeth to get through the agony. This had become his nightly ritual ever since that first battle between what seemed to be the whole damn land and their not so godly winter bear god. It was the best solution he could come up with given what he had to work with here in the middle of nowhere. Normally wounds would just be left to heal on their own but the extent of the acid burns to his neck and body had been quite severe making him think better of leaving them to heal as they pleased. It took quite a number of minutes before the cold water managed to numb most of the pain but he was thankful when it did. Relaxing to some degree he let his mind slowly slip away until the sparking of nerves in his feet told him it was time to get out of the cold water before he lost all feeling in his feet. Heaving his half frozen carcass out of the ocean he shook himself off before proceeding to walk the length of the beach to regain some feeling in his muscles. 

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“Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

By the time he reached the far end of the beach most of the tingling numbness had faded from his feet but with it the numbness keeping his burns from throbbing was fading away as well. Why couldn't it have been normal blood? Oh of course, it was because he was in some strange forsaken landscape where gods seem to spring from every corner. Then again it could have just been due to the fact that their god was an ass, ya that might explain it. Turning to the sound of hooves his eyes found... wait for it.... another stranger! Not as if he wasn't already surrounded by them so this was no big surprise unless he was a complete moron with half a brain. Then again even then he would probably know he was a stranger perhaps a better example would be a dodo. No matter how intelligent they are when one decides to start running towards a cliff they all start going and splat they go. How they somehow survived in the world he had yet to discover.

Unperturbed by stallion's approach he regarded him with mild curiosity as to what he might want. Listening as he spoke a humored snort left his throat at the mention of the water being refreshing. Ya it was refreshing alright unless you stayed in too long and lost a few parts. " One could call it that I suppose." he mused thoughtfully. "Taking a refreshing dip not something most from around here do? If that outs me as a stranger I would hate to know what else you all believe to be strange."

Taking the few seconds silence as an opportunity to assess his newest acquaintance he couldn't help but notice the odd markings the stud possessed. Not wanting to pry he just pushed it aside knowing that everyone he had seen so far had been different in their own way. Many oddities had been observed during the battle but few had actually stuck around to be very memorable when up against the battered and bloody bodies. Those were always a reminder as to the very thin line they taunted daily between the living and the dead. "They could be worse." He replied with a shrug not wanting to be seen as disadvantaged or weak in the eyes of this stranger. One could never be too trusting in times like these when you had no idea what lay ahead of you. In his opinion if he wasn't dead and all the parts still worked his body would recover eventually, the pain was just a reminder that you were still alive and kicking. "As you said I'm not from around here which makes it a little harder to know north from south nevermind find someone who I can guarantee won't make it ten times worse." He commented not trying to be rude but rather just telling it like it was. One didn't exactly walk through the forest and find a stranger to treat a disease when you don't know what disease they might be giving you.

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“Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

It was strange enough to find yourself hopelessly lost in a vast array of forest and all that came between but the hardest pill to swallow was the unknown possibility of returning home. While it wasn't such a big deal to one such as himself to others it would surely cause some problems. Home had never been more than a familiar stretch of land here and there, no one was missing him and there was nothing to go back to. Ever since he was young there had never been anyone in his life that had stayed for a long period of time. That wench that had been his mother was useless to him now just as he had been to her for the year she was stuck coming back to make sure is bony hide made it another day. As soon as it was possible she had exited his life and never bothered to look back to her huge mistake. At that age he did not understand why she kept leaving him behind but soon enough it became only a distant memory. Bitterness had hardened him into the beast he was today and honestly he was better off alone.

What the hell is this old stud babbling on about he mused listening to his words but not really making much sense of it all. Something about ice on the water and days getting longer? What did that have to do with anything that had been mentioned so far? Before he could think too much into the comment the topic changed sending them in a whole different direction. Why did someone else care what had caused his injuries? Only thing that matter was that the bastard was dead and gone to the depths of hell never to return. Sure the burns had hurt like hell and still did but what concern was it to this strangely patterned brute? Thinking for a moment he finally decided to answer the question but it was likely not what this dude was expecting. "Just a little bear blood. Its nothing really I have had much worse." He stated simply unsure how else to describe the disgusting corrosive properties their god had possessed. It wasn't all that strange to encounter things that spit acid or bleed poison should you pierce its hide. Well back home it wasn't uncommon... but maybe here things were different? What did they have cute fuzzy penguins with fangs? Apparently these inhabitants knew nothing about what lurked out there deep within the shadows, well if their worlds had crossed it was likely that they were not the only things sucked up. Great that would mean tracking down every last demon and essentially taking out the trash before this world became over run with the buggers. Not exactly what he had in mind but it was better than just wandering aimlessly not knowing where the hell you were. 

"Depends on the day really but considering there is nothing better to do, why not." He replied with a shrug. "So am I stuck just calling you old man or is there something else you go by?" he commented with a touch of humour thrown in there.  If he was going to be following this stallion around for who knows how long it might come in handy to know his actual name instead of his adoptive pet names. While a herd didn't interest him all that much one could never really go wrong with a girl and a adventure. 

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“Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”