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Post by Buddha on Apr 1, 2009 16:03:44 GMT -8
Heavy hooves pressed deep impressions in the sand as Buddha plodded along the coastline, water occasionally gliding up to lap at his ankles. A cool breeze whispered through the long strands of his mane, tail slapping at his hindquarters as he plodded along. The sea breeze felt amazing; cool air and salt crystallizing on his multi-colored coat.
All was quiet on this stretch of the beach for the moment. It was just the way that Buddha liked it.. Even though anyone and everyone was welcome on the beach and others probably were along the coastline somewhere, this stretch of the beach- for now- was all his...
Tossing his head, he let a loud trumpeting sound of joy and charged into the surf, water spraying up on all sides of him. It felt glorious...And yet all the joy of the water was only a transient pleasure that was gone all too-soon. He raced the surf back to shore and shook the water from his legs one-by-one and padded along to a place in the shade where he could rest for awhile. |
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Post by Spice Road on Apr 11, 2009 10:16:47 GMT -8
((>.< Auughh. Never mind, this is just going in as-is.  )) Spice Road was of the opinion that nostalgia was a bitch. The sea ebbed and surged, all serene and beautiful under the morning sun. It didn't help that -this being only her second sight of it- she still had to wonder at nooks and crevices, and the billows of the waves- finding out if all the things she'd ever heard about the ocean were true. The soft sound -empty, simple, soothing- washed over her, through her- found entirely too much of a compatriot in the roaring empty void inside her chest. Dammit. Road did not angst. Road did not emo. Road was not a weeping damsel, a jaded bitch -well, not one that wanted attention drawn to it- she had absolutely no desire to break down and sobb. Her vision was swimming, though. It was a good idea, maybe she should too. |
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Post by Buddha on Apr 11, 2009 10:31:17 GMT -8
The sound of footsteps was not loud enough to carry over the surf, not really, but still Buddha was aware that he was no longer alone on the quiet stretch of beach. The gentle lapping of the waves on the shoreline and the faint, high-reaching voices of the sea gulls was somehow both quiet and all-encompassing. That was what he liked about it, though. It was so full of contrasts... The swell of cool waves licking soothingly across the flesh, the sharp bite of salt within the water...Buddha loved the sea.
Shaking his head, he let his gaze roam the stretch of empty beach until they fell upon the mare just arriving. She didn't look familliar to him at all, but then that was to be expected. He was not an overly social creature- the mood didn't strike him very often to socialize- and so he knew very few of the equine in the area.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to approach; not because he thought the mare would object to his company, though she might, but more because he wasn't certain he wanted to end his solitary play for the day. But, he was considering.. ((Blah, utter crap  )) |
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