[ Thanks c: anyone feel like bumping into Merlin? ]B l a c k - M a g i c
➳ Pricking her ear's forward her nostrils flared as her eyes darted around wildly. A loud drumming short, passing through her nose into the warming air. She corrected her stance her hoofs sinking vaguely in the sand, as the sun baked down at her black hide. There was a rather faint breeze, tugging at her mane and tail, flicking it off into a different direction from her frozen pose. The muscles twitched sending a light ripple across her sheen coat, as her hazel eyes glared at the land before her. Green grass and lakes where near - a welcoming site to even thee. Her ears lay pricked forward as she changed her stance now about to bolt forward across the sandy dessert ahead of her towards the welcoming water to quench her first. Taking her favored leg first - the distinctive one with a white sock - she took a step forward, her hind legs lastly kicking a cloud of dust into the air as she galloped across the sand. Merlin was used to running across sand - she was trained too. Though she even knew a wrong step, a twist and a turn would be the end to everything in her life. Merlin, now galloped effortlessly across the sand, a cloud of dust thrown up into the sky as she made rather quick progress of the terrain in front of her. One leg after another, a split second on one off, then all of them up out in flight. It was a heart beat motion. Her feet creating a thundering sound in her wake.
As the ground now placed on show blades of grass through the sand she slowed to a canter, her tail whisking like a flag behind her. Her ears pricked to a side, then forward alerted by the caw of a crow. She looked in it's direction, snorting loudly partly from her gallop over here. She slowed to a trot, her gaze picking up the trail of water rolling smoothly over black rocks. Lowering her neck she sniffed the water tentatively, before following where it was heading. Breaking out into a gallop again, her hoof beats now louder than before, not having sand to hush out parts of her movements. The stream that she followed butted out into a river, where it then collected in a large lake. She sniffed, before quickly stopping in her tracks skidding, flicking small rocks and stand into the air. Merlin stood, eyeing the river of water down the bank, shadowed by trees. It was quiet here. Which was how she liked it sometimes. She padded to the waters edge, allowing shade from a tall tree to blanket her quietly before blossoming her out into sun light. Lowering her neck she drank quietly from the cool water that hit the back of her throat soothingly. Her ears flicked upwards, on alert.