[ Post a Response | Desreal ]
Posted by SE MARSHALL on December 10, 2008, 12:24 pm
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Perhaps he and Marshall would understand each other well. Roosevelt came here alone and drifting much as Marshall had. Marshall had been a wanderer for so long it was hard for him to recall where he had come from. He remembered being young and frolicking amongst the grasses and then he remembered being shooed from the herd. Small things he remembered before he had started wandering and then those past events had been rushed from his mind. There was too much to take in as the terrains changed and to watch the animals. Marshall always had been a learner.
Even now as he lingered among Desreal he was still learning, watching as everything around him moved and how everyone mingled into the environment. Some tried to past with stealth and some just passed as if no one mattered. He smiled to himself from his hideaway beneath a rather large shade tree. He tossed his head slightly and started to venture back to Solira when a dappled shape caught his eye. He watched as the other stallion maneuvered past others as if they were there. Intrigued, he followed.
Soon he stopped and so Marshall had to unless he wanted to run into the back of him. He put a smile on his face, went around to the stallion’s side and spoke softly. “I’m Marshall. I’m from Solira.” As if one couldn’t tell? Water dripped from his body and the smell of sea and salt was permanently etched within his body. But he smiled happily. 
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