Refreshing and cool {Mysticalphoenix}

[Annabelle]

A grin played on my lips as I walked across the plains. Harks flicked back and forth casually listening to the sounds that came by. Birds, playing canines, bees buzzing, and all sorts of noises. The sky was blue outside, it was lovely to be out on a stroll across the lands within the Eastern and Western Territory.

Thick whipcord touched my right and left sides with an easy swing. My cranium was raised up so that I could see far a head of me, and it allowed my ears to hear a greater distance all around me. When walking got boring, which was actually pretty quick, I pushed myself into an easy lope. Legs pounded against the Earth, and despite me trying to be gentle, my super strength created holes the shape of my hooves in what seemed like soft earth.

I decided that I would go into the forest, perhaps find the river to take a cooling down. My species ability was boiling blood which always left me warm to the touch. When I became angered, or maybe when I was just in a fight that I had gotten myself into I could make it go even hotter. So hot that it burned to touch me. I kind of liked that.

Ebony frame pushed past the branches and twigs of the forest. Thorns perked forward as I ducked my head, raised it, and even made by body jump. I kept my pace though, which was now set at a canter. Hooves pounded against the forest floor until the sound of water trickled into my awaiting ear drums.

I slowed, now walking as I came to the crystal clear liquid. I plunged my maw into the cool refreshing water and took big gulps of it. I soon felt satisfied and decided to rest by here for a hour or two before I would move onward again.

[mysticalphoenix]

I am a stallion who lost his only herd he had once known. We were taken away from each other, you see, My heart breaks into pieces thinking of them. I may not know of where they are. Nor of which herd they may be in. All I can do, is think about them. And hope that they maybe doing well. I dream about them late at night. Each day that I am out here alone, with every step I take, Little pieces of me I leave, as a sign that I wait, the day, the hour, the minute, the seconds, tick away. My heart beats, as tears, and dreams slip away. As I wonder in the summer night.

I walk for days and days. Of what I see around me is not that much, trees are covered in a now covered with leaves. The ground under my hooves feels lush with every step. Leaving some kind of small piece of me behind. I hang my head low, and really don't pay much attention to what is going on around me, all I know is that it is that is is warm.

Hear and there I snap twigs that may be on the ground, or a howl in the distance. I snap my head up and see in those trees cardinals chirping. Or sometimes hear the squirrels or chipmunks at play, chasing each other. But tonight it is quite, and not much going on out here. My eyes adjust to the nights lights that may be in this dark place. I walk a bit faster, though the thick forest, I am not passed the point of no return.

I am not afraid of what may go bump in the night. I wonder to myself if i may one day find me. I wonder if maybe I will meet others like me. I have no friends, I have no home, nor no herd to call my own. Could they even save me? Could they send my little messages? Could they even take these memories of me. I have not seen in a very long time.
I then later that night I quicken my steps. It feels like I have been wondering for what seems like months. Could this be the Place i have heard of called The Phoenix. Could there be others in search of someone like me? Or others whom have been torn away from there family? I wonder if I call out or nicker or make some kind of noise if another will even hear me. I stop and lay my tried body down upon the hard floor of the forest floor trying to just to keep myself. I only hope that I may not be alone for long.