04-08-2016, 02:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-10-2016, 01:22 AM by Sindor Aura.)
@[Hurricane]
@[Offspring]
From the thread, 'Forgetting the Past I once knew', I make this thread with Hurricane leading Sindor to the Tundra to rest and possibly join the herd as well.
Alot of travel meant a large amount of strain on the sore bones of the stallion. Sindor didn't complain too much about the pain, but his foggy eyes could tell a truthful story of that slow trot along the unfamiliar land.
The sights, although badly misshapen and blurry to him still, were long grass lands with flowers, and what looked like distant clusters of forests scattered about. If his eye sight was better, perhaps he could see more than what his poor sight could tell.
His breathing helped no better. With the open wounds scattered on his body, the heart had to pump extra blood to flow through what was needed to stay up. Sindor would feel terrible over the few times they had to stop for him to catch his breath and not completely faint, in fear of breaking a leg or worse.
Sindor turned his neck slowly to look to Hurricane, the other stallion who had lead him all the way here. "What is this place? Is it your home?" He asked, voice still a bit course and dry.
@[Offspring]
From the thread, 'Forgetting the Past I once knew', I make this thread with Hurricane leading Sindor to the Tundra to rest and possibly join the herd as well.
Alot of travel meant a large amount of strain on the sore bones of the stallion. Sindor didn't complain too much about the pain, but his foggy eyes could tell a truthful story of that slow trot along the unfamiliar land.
The sights, although badly misshapen and blurry to him still, were long grass lands with flowers, and what looked like distant clusters of forests scattered about. If his eye sight was better, perhaps he could see more than what his poor sight could tell.
His breathing helped no better. With the open wounds scattered on his body, the heart had to pump extra blood to flow through what was needed to stay up. Sindor would feel terrible over the few times they had to stop for him to catch his breath and not completely faint, in fear of breaking a leg or worse.
Sindor turned his neck slowly to look to Hurricane, the other stallion who had lead him all the way here. "What is this place? Is it your home?" He asked, voice still a bit course and dry.