The Lost {Open}

[obsoletesoul]

ZORAZO

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The silver stud walked, worn and defeated through the desert.An endless wasteland. A tundra of sorts. It all meant death. No life protruded from the ground. No grass, no trees, no flowers. This place, this barren land had no color. No color other than the scorching blue sky, the bright radiating yellow of the star and a reflected color of a flames from the sun hitting the sand.

Each grain of transparent sand combines to make a horrible reflective mirror. Each new step brought a flicker from a new direction which hit him directly in his bright eyes; He kept flinching. The drudging foot steps, made heavier by the sand, were quiet. The desert's trap muffling them.

There was no where to escape this horrible heat. These waves of warmth, unavoidable...

Zorazo had been crossing one of the largest dunes in the desert, same color as all the others. Made from by sand storms and wind pushing the sand up and up into its own little mountain.

This one single dune allowed him to have his look over the desert. No water. No rest for miles. He would die upon the sand,his body baking and shining within the light, if he couldn't find refuge.

Each step was like walking through mud. He kept sinking into heavy sand and pulling his leg back up, muscles tensing. His hooves came higher and higher with each step while he became more fatigued. The wind brushed the left over grain off his hoof before each fall, making the orange dust look just like a smoke cloud. Finally a heavy sweat broke out, and the smokey gray of his coat began to glisten and show his wearing.

[Hud]

Across the desert on a nearby horizon from the silvery stallion lie an inconsistency against the dark sand.

The striped mare had been attracted to this place by her instinct-something about the desert compelled her to it. Was it the heat? Maybe. The simplicity? Sure. The feeling of being outside the realm of reality? Definitely.

Dharma, less affected by the heat than she would've imagined, took in a large and long breath to let her surroundings sink into her mind. She felt at home in this secluded place. Where some might've viewed this venue as a fatal, miserable place, she felt strangely at home.

Dharma swiftly looked side to side to make sure no one was around and grinned. Feeling a tad playful, the zebra-esque mare lay down on the soft, hot sand. She thrashed a bit to stir up the sand and most flew onto her. From her throat came a soft, laugh-like whinny as she sat up and shook the sand out of her mane.

Turning her neck slightly to face the sun, she was taken aback. A stallion's silhouette stood between her and the great star, one Dharma was not familiar with. She quickly stood up and retreated to another side of the great dune until she could look back without seeing the threatening silhouette...

OOC: Yay, I got accepted.

[obsoletesoul]

ZORAZO

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Zorazo struck each new step with fury. Sand flew up with each step. The sun had not waned and he felt like he was going to die of thirst.Yet he had strength.

The sun- it left him anew and energy coursed through his equine blood.

Ugh But this pathetic heat.

He turned from the giant dune, the highest point in eyes view. As he descended down the large hill, he tensed, he smelled something. Mixed with the desert sand, hot sun, and dry ground, he could smell something. Foe or friend? He stopped, leaning back on his haunches and forelegs in front of him, keeping him from sliding down.

Ears flat, nose flaring, his mouth gaped open and he let a whiny escape. A squeal. The whites of his eyes visible in fury. One leg struck out and brought up some sand.As he took up the leg, he lost some balance and slid down some more.

A fight now might almost be treacherous.

Now along with the smell of a beast, he could smell the oncoming rain, a storm a few hours away. Salvation for sure, but it would skew his view, and for sure the desert's predators would be out soon.

His stride became longer, however slowly. Haunches tucked and muscles gleaming. He reached the bottom of the hill in a dust cloud. As the cloud cleared he saw something off in the distance.

A toss of the head a few times, and a repeated whinny. He quieted, and Zorazo waited for an answer...

[Hud]

When Dharma heard the whinnying reply, her fear had been realized. She had hoped that he wouldn't have noticed her, but she'd been compromised. The exotic mare continued over the dune rather quickly until she was sure he could not see her. She didn't want any trouble... especially from a stag.

Dharma snorted when the dust she'd kicked up from running down the dune reached her nostrils. The sound of her panting seemed to echo across the barren wasteland of sand. The mare, satisfied that the stranger could not spot her, lowered her neck and continued to pant.

Why would anyone come to the desert? she asked herself. Well, you're here, aren't you? Her silent conversation with herself made her realize that no stallion in this desert would have the strength to do her any harm. After all, she was part zebra, and that had to count for something, right? Dharma was proud of her heritage and was happy to have the advantage in the desert.

Her ears flickered forward to listen for any more sounds emanating from the distant stallion. One came, and Dharma's curiousity overpowered her better judgement this time. She reapproached the top of her dune to get a better look. He was stationed on a nearby dune. The mare let out a loud, whooping sound like that of her father and all his African ancestors and awaited a response...

[obsoletesoul]

ZORAZO

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His ears picked it up right away. This beast was running from him, Trying to hide. There was no other reason she would be running like she was.

Heaving. He could hear it. She might have been doing slightly better than him but she was still having a hard time running through the deep, powdered sand. The breath that escaped her nostrils left an echo across the empty desert air.

She was leaving, but he could hear her. He stopped and waited. The mare had stopped as well.

A noise must have escaped her, one he wasn't used to. His eyes flipped open with surprise.

He stood square, legs tight together and tensed at the bottom of the dune, and called back in a much more curious squeal...

OOC: Sorry that it is short and suckish. I'm at my grandmother's limited internet access.

[turtleshell]

Insanity:
He snorted as he walked along the sandy dunes. He heard a stallion squeal. The stallion turned in the direction of the sound. He trotted in the direction finding a stallion of the same color. The stallion nickered to the other horse. Insanity reared and dropped back to the ground. He walked slowly over to inspect the other stallion who looked like Insanity.