Blind Stupidity - Fallen -

[Arcanine]

S I L K

"Smooth as Silk, love."

The swim, hadn't been that bad, sure, the waves were still a little rough out to the island, but that didn't stop him from swimming it, even if it left his legs feeling more than a little shaky. Winter had left him weak, and it was all rather irritating, if not disgusting. Homeless and alone during the winter was not his favorite time of year. Luckily, that would change as the seasons warmed and the days lengthened. He had been visiting this island since he was about three years old, and had discovered that it was the perfect, if not dangerous, place to hide from the presence of others, and from cooler moments of spring and fall. The only problem was that to get off and on the island, one must swim. He had avoided the island since the waves had started cresting too high for him to be comfortable with, and today had been calm enough for him to try and brave the ocean and her eccentric moods. A pause on the shore of the island, and the red dun stud shook his head, more red than chestnut threads flew this way and that, casting off the salty sea water. Through his water drenched hide the sharpness of his bones from winter had yet to completely come away to a healthy look, but that would fade with time. He had braved this island's dangers before, and he would again before his life was over.

The dun stallion made his way into the deeper parts of the paradise, walking the paths that others had forged, equine or not. The humid air was heavy in his lungs, and it was a comfort when the heavy air made him breathe deeper. The deeper one breathed, the more one could scent, but with all that sweetness in the air was something that masked most of it. The sea water was replaced with sweat of the humid air, but his tangled mane and tail began to dry, and as it swished over dappled haunches, the sting of the individual cords was a relief. He hated have it all clumped together, it wasn't pleasant to feel nor look at, he was certain. There was a drinking hole on the island, really, the best place for drinking water, and a feeling of weary comfort washed over him upon seeing it. The jungle's fallen foliage muffled the thuds of his hooves, and for a moment, past the red forelock, he took in the scene, a feeling of unease dancing over his nerves, like lightning through a storming sky.

After a moment, the stud tossed his head, clearing the vision of gray eyes, and he moved forward, his gate stiff with tension that one would expect from a creature who knows just what position drinking would put him in. Before velvet kissers touched the clear water, he got a better look at himself. Gray eyes, a white blazed face from forehead to lips. He was a bit lean, but that would fade. With a final snort, which distorted the reflected, the thirsty equine guzzled the water, cooling and refreshing, and for a moment, that was the best thing about the here and now. Good things can't always last, though, and a sudden silence brought his head up, ears flexing away, wary. What had changed?

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OoC: Done. <3

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