02-26-2017, 03:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-26-2017, 03:25 AM by The Tin Man.)
The Tin Man didn't really remember what happened after the storm that washed him up here. Hell, he didn't even know if the storm was real or not. He did accidentally drink seawater when he landed. Partly because he was still confused, and partly because his left hind leg didn't feel right. It wasn't broken, since he wasn't flailing in agony, but he'd need to go easy on the galloping for a good week or two. And cantering. And trotting. Anything above a brisk walk, really.
As the Appaloosa stallion limped into the field, salt flaked off a black mane and tail, with white snowflake spots all over a darker gray coat. He was the taller side of average at best, but in the browns and reds of autumn, he looked nearly metallic. Bits of him still glittered from the salt, a stark contrast to his wide, coltish brown eyes--but the big eyes were less because he had a youthful wonder or innocence, and more because he'd been swimming for hours and everything hurt. The barely-dried wound on his leg started cracking, and the faint iron smell of blood seeped into the air.
"I... don't think I'm in Kansas anymore," he slurred.
More seawater problems: Was Kansas his home? The word itself didn't sound right--he was pretty sure he'd missed an O somewhere--but the feelings did, because looking at the field of horses sparked a half-remembered wash. He had a herd there, good grass, and...
Water that didn't have salt in it.
He caught the smell of the lake almost before he saw it, and promptly limped over.
It took a lot longer than it usually would.
Also, he nearly bumped into a couple of horses on the way.
As the Appaloosa stallion limped into the field, salt flaked off a black mane and tail, with white snowflake spots all over a darker gray coat. He was the taller side of average at best, but in the browns and reds of autumn, he looked nearly metallic. Bits of him still glittered from the salt, a stark contrast to his wide, coltish brown eyes--but the big eyes were less because he had a youthful wonder or innocence, and more because he'd been swimming for hours and everything hurt. The barely-dried wound on his leg started cracking, and the faint iron smell of blood seeped into the air.
"I... don't think I'm in Kansas anymore," he slurred.
More seawater problems: Was Kansas his home? The word itself didn't sound right--he was pretty sure he'd missed an O somewhere--but the feelings did, because looking at the field of horses sparked a half-remembered wash. He had a herd there, good grass, and...
Water that didn't have salt in it.
He caught the smell of the lake almost before he saw it, and promptly limped over.
It took a lot longer than it usually would.
Also, he nearly bumped into a couple of horses on the way.