
Frustration built up within the dark stallion as he desperately searched for any sign of a mare. Since the sun had risen, he had been hunting for some female company. With sun having long gone past midway, it seemed that the fates were determined to make this a dry day, and that just didn't rest well with the stallion.
He needed a mare to gaze up at him with adoration filled eyes as her appreciative words fill his ears, feeding his ego. He needed a slender body by his side that would bump against him every now and then, giving him flirtation brush or playful nudge. He need a girl damn it!
A gray hoof smashed down on the ground as Hermes unwittingly stomped it like a child in the midst of a temper tantrum. Upon realizing just what he'd done, he lifted the hoof to eye the imprint he'd left in the dirt.
Where am I anyways?
He looked the foreign area over, realizing that he'd been so caught up in his thoughts and his hunt for women, that he'd somehow wandered off track. The area he'd now found himself in seemed barren, with little vegetation in sight.
"....Crap."