Knee deep in a small stream, the dark stallion allowed the waters to lick at his overheated body. Between the summer heat and his dark fur, which greedily sucked up the sun's rays whenever he stepped out onto the light, the stallion just couldn't get a break. And this puny stream was barely helping.
Releasing a growl of frustration- not even the cool waters could put out his fiery temper- he ripped his red scarf off his neck. He didn't know why he even wore the damn thing in this heat, but he couldn't bare to leave it back with Kratos. Not that he didn't trust his brother, it just felt like he'd be leaving behind a part of himself. His love for the scarf didn't stop from tossing the thing to the shore.
Orange orbs disappeared behind dark lids as the stallion submerged himself in the stream.
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