U.nwelcomed

[bliss]

Only a few days on the lands of Night Sky Equines and a fire corrupts the peace.
How welcomed did he feel?
Not very welcomed at all, but that was no problem.
Only issue he had to deal with now was how to escape this fiery disaster.
How did it begin anyway?
The large stallion stared out into the ocean from the Sandy Shores.
No one was around him.
Only sand, and the vague smell of smoke and ashes drifting from other areas of the land.
He narrowed his dark orbs and let them scan the sea. 
Out in the distance... 
An Island?
Maybe not...
Could be anything...
Just a tiny little speck...
He needed to escape these burning lands. The shores may be safe for now, 
but the fire might advance too close and burn every ounce of edible food, and the water was tainted by salt. 
He would not survive...
No horse could.
I'll take the chance... and if it's not an island... well... I don't suppose the ocean is such a horrible grave...
The stallion thought, and pranced into the crashing waves...


Later that night...


Hoovens touched sand once again. The smell of fresh flora entered his widened nares as he walked the damp, sandy floor. 
Equines were near...
Perhaps they have fled from the same land...
None of the scents were familiar...
Not that it mattered.
He hardly knew any of the horses anyway...
He could barely recall the last time he even saw another horse.
But this place would have to do.
His muscles bulged and dripped as approached a large gathering of trees. 
The moon lit the island well... twas extraordinary for any eyes.
Silver washed over the tropical trees, the soft, tan sand, and the ripples in the ever-moving water.

[Meg]

Windago.
This is an onyx steed,
That graces the ground
With his elegant step.

The roaring fire that tore through the mainland's trees could be heard over the sound of the ocean. The steady crack of a branch and roar was hear in even the ears of a frightened stranger trying to excape the fire. Windago's silvery brown eyes watched the curling black smoke rise, his ears pinned to his skull in anger of Mother Nature's cruelty upon others. Shaking his elegant black skull, he strolled down the beach, his step still taken beautifully. His long tail dragged slightly on the ground, he pricked it higher, making him look fancy. His feathers swished around his hooves as he stepped, and the long tressels danced on his muscular neck.

Night was dooming over the lands, day one of the fires was ending. The glow was still seen from the mainland, the smell of smoke still sharp in Windago's flared nares. His mares were driven deep into the woods, protected by their Queen. They were frightened, Windago knew it. And many new horses were swimming to their tiny island, overcrowding it majorly. Windago would have to start not accepting some, casting them back out to the flames.

Windago's nares found a scent on the wind of his island, and his ears pricked up. His skull lifting higher, he sweeped his tail over his rump and walked down to the beach that glowed white in the moonlight. There on the beach was a stallion. Another trying to excape the flames. Windago nickered friendly, and tossed his skull.

"Excaping the flames, sir? Or looking for a home safe from the flames?"

Windago said softly. He had a few horses decide that they indeed wanted to stay here, even when the flames left and they would go home, they decided this was a good home. And there were a few horses that were here for shelter. Windago coughed slightly, remembering his manners.

"I am Windago. Pleased to meet you....?"

[bliss]

Zylan halted, hearing another's deep voice.
Crainia looked about to find the lyric's source.
And there he was upon the shore, a breath-taking black stallion with a bulk that would intimidate most horses.
Alas this stallion wasn't afraid, but would have to be at least a little cautious. He had no knowledge of who this stallion was, and didn't know what game he was playing.
With his dial tucked into his chest, the gray Andalusian trotted towards the obsidian stag.
Then stopped.

"I am only here to wait for the fire to die. Perhaps in a few days I will return to the land... A week's time should slow that fire down... and if it doesn't... well, I'll just have to see.
Pleased to meet you as well, Windago. I am Zylan..."

His vocals emitted from his lips calmly as he looked the stranger in the eyes.
"Do you mind if I take refuge here for a little time?"
The stallion added.

[Meg]

Windago tossed his elegant crown to the side, a grin plastered on his friendly mug. "Of course you can.." His eyes told the steed with the gentle glit they always held. With a bow, he touched his mug to the ground as Zylan introduced himself and the question broke the air. Windago rose back to his height, and looked down on the muscular steed of the breeding of an Andalusian. Chuckling softly, he answered;

"Yes, Zylan. You may take refuge as may others had. Look around, get to know my family... Maybe you will like to stay at my home."

Windago said softly. He stretched out his boa and touched Zylan's mug tenderly, a small sign of friendship. Grunting, he blew his scent softly into the other's nares, and taking Zylan's in his own. Nicker peirced the air, as Windago stepped back, and touched his chest with his mug. Looking over the hills, he waited for a reasponse from the new steed that seeked refuge.
[occ; I am so sorry. I have no muse at all. Sorry.]

[bliss]

The stallion was pleased with this answer.
Dial lifted contently and his eyes rose even with Windago's.
"I thank you for your generosity. There are not many stallions that will welcome so many with open arms... do not expect any trouble from me..."
Zylan said, keeping his tone low and firm.
Muscles rippled as a night insect landed 'pon his hide. His snorted as banner whipped over his quarters and swatted away the pest.
"Excuse me... I just cannot tolerate these pesky beings..." He kicked out a a blood sucker that had pierced the flesh of his hind leg.
"Well... I thank you again. Perhaps I will stay here after this fire ceases... we'll just have to see."
Neck stretched out and shook, letting his mane fly all about. He was in the mood for a good midnight run along the beach.


[OOC: Yeah, I'm no good before 3:00 PM...]

[bliss]

[I'm outta here ^^]