through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered
It was a quiet evening, stars speckle across a deep blue sky. The land slowly becoming sandy under hoof and thinner as the old bay man strode along what seemed to be a land bridge. The air that lightly blew over him ruffled his feathers lightly, the scent of jungle seeped into is nostrils. It reminded him of the old Amazon's Jungle back before the shift. He had met a few Amazon ladies when in the field, he remembered that thick tropical perfume that clung to their sleek coats. He had always wondered how it must have been to live in a tropical jungle. He himself once lived on a tropical beach, but there were mostly palm trees, no lush jungles. He missed his time in Paradise Beach, he missed his herd, his loving family.
He remembers it all like it was yesterday. But, these are memories he pushed aside as he slowly wanders into the lush island with curiosity in his soft old eyes.
The scent of other equines washed over him, he became a little more hopeful. So far his journey from the forest to this island was a very long one. His old shaggy legs were becoming tired, but his greying dished head was still raised, his ears perked forward. He wondered who lived here, what kind of place this was. It had been so long since he had spoken to another, years almost. The last time he did anything spectacular was when that damned Grumblesnakes stole him for that torture filled clusterfuck of ridiculousness. The second he came back home, he told himself he was too old for crap like that.
He shook his long, thick forelock from his large eyes before settling down by a large vine wrapped tree. He scanned the place from behind black curtains of forelock, admiring the sandy beach and forest around him. Inhaling deep, he let out a warm curious whinny. His tone was deep and old sounding. He shuffled his wings at his sides, as they were getting too warm in this humid climate. A single feather floated to the sandy ground...
Old Fascade waited, hoping someone here would come greet him. With such scents of horses around, there must be some living here, and if so, who were they? And what was this place called? Hopefully, he could come to explore more here when morning rose. But for now, it was waiting time, for he did not want to overstep any boundaries if there were any. Being an old herd stallion, he knew to respect boundaries and wait for permission before waltzing into unfamiliar territory.