Think What You Wish. I Am Who I Am.

[moka]

Aloka Promise
Think What You Wish...

Aloka Promise crashed through the blue waves, her chocolate coat turned almost black because of the water, her creamy coloured mane clung to her neck. She let out a loud snort as a slight undertoe pulled her back out, but she dug her hooves into the sand under her, powering her way through the surf. When the water level was just below her belly a huge wave came and crashed over her back, causeing her to loose her footing, her frame falling beneathe the waves.

Aloka rocketed back up and crashed through the surf to the shore, her hooves reaching the soft sand of the beach she tripped up a bit, not used to the shifting sands. As she slid to a stop the sand flew up around her, getting stuck to her wet body, she whirlled to face the ocean which had swept her away from the mainland. She had been galloping acrosse the terrain when the earth had colapsed beneath her, she had fallen into the crashing waves but the current had quickly swept her away, so she simple kept her head above the water, nad thats how she had ended up on the island.

Aloka let out a long whinny, she didn't know if any even lived on this island so she cautiously walked acrose the terrain, making sure not to leave her feet in the sand for too long for fear of tripping and breaking somthing, but she wasn't really focused on that factor anyway. Whith her zinniths pricked and her orbs searching she gazed around the beach of the terra, her coat drying quickly in the sun. Even though it was winter in the rest of the land, the hot weather of the tropical area cept the suns rays hot on the earth. Her coat was drying to her normal chocolate brown, her cream mane letting go of it's hold on the fur on her neck. She was just a mare of three years but already she knew much of the world around her. And even though her blood was pure Mustang her colouring was that of a Rocky Mountain Horse.

Aloka snorted as she tripped up again on the sonft sandy surface, she would get this terrain down, if she were to stay here a while, for she didn't even know if she could make her way back to the main island. But as she focused on the sand below her, her orbs saw the imprint of another equines hoof prints. She scented the air and the scent of another was clearly there, a whinny of delight sounded out of her thraot. She was not alone here, but the question of who that other equine was, was still a mystery to Aloka.

...I Am Who I Am.