The sun was setting on another temperate early-spring day, basking the world in reds and oranges and casting vastly exaggerated shadows. One shadow in particular flickered across the ground and the grasses that struggled to grow at the edge of soil and sand. The ocean stretched out before the stallion, dark and sparkling with diamonds and garnets. The wind carried the heavy scent of salt and played with his mane, lifting up the bangs to reveal bright red irises encased by yellow "whites." It wasn't too often anyone got to see his eyes these days, allowing his mane to grow out and hang as it will.
Why bother keeping his appearance "neat" or "tidy"? Pointless if you ask him.
Slowly he began to move towards the water, heavy tail flicking lazily behind him. It would still be a while before the sun would be warm enough to heat the salt water, not that he minded the icy chill that ran up his legs as he stepped past the foam and felt himself sink slightly into the sand. Further and further he traveled, the waves gaining more and more power over him, caressing him one way before grabbing hold of his limbs and pulling him roughly outward. Who was he to deny them?
He wasn't too far out from the shore before it was deep enough for him to easily submerge himself, hooves still touching the ground without a problem. Fish darted to and fro, rocks and shells glittering by what sunlight filtered down to strike them. Brilliant colors lit his way as he lazily propelled himself around, snapping up a few mini fishies before poking his nose above the surface for air.
He might have been born upon land, but the water... the water was truly home to him. Surely he spent more time under its surface in the rivers and lakes than trekking around in the dirt. Not that anyone could blame him, of course. Water was so much more interesting than land~
