the things we love destroy us every time; zilpah

[Aziz]

As the stallion ingressed deeper into the sand he kept whinnieng loudly, having no luck in finding a family or herd in the field the stallion was forced to go into this hell hole, the stallion was carrying a twig full of leaves so he had food for himself, the stallion marked the sand and kept walking, he started to trot, the black and white figure kept making his way to an endless array of sand dunes, from above he probably looked like a splodge of paint, the stallion was young and his stamina was shockingly long, the stallion wasn't too fast though, Aziz then lay down on the boiling sand and panted, he was exhausted, but atleast he was still strong, his legs still held him up, he rested on the top of a dune, he whinnied telling others he had food, this was his last attempt to find company, the stallion then ate a few leaves and plonked down.