Muse
The sounds of the Ocean water was ringing in Muse's ears. They were of no bother to him though, as he had grown used to it. His hooves were caked with dried sand underhead, as well as his pelt. He shook his black mane fiercly to try and get as much sandas he could off, but decided to take a dip in the ocean as well. He sauntered catiously over to the perfect, aqua blue ocean and eased into the cool water, watching the sand dissolve as the water rose more and more over his body. Muse sighed in relief, and exited the waters, feeling a lot better now. It was mid day, and he hadn't eaten, so he decided to find fruit or something. He walked away from the beach, leaving the water to his back. Soon, he reachd the beginning of the tropical forest. Tropical s cents filled his muzzle. He whinned. oh, how he loved this place with a passion greater than how wide that the ocean was. He smiled.
Bella
Bella looked around nervously. What was this place? It looked nothing like she had every seen before...What IS that? She thought as she saw the bleached sand resting on the bank. She slwoly and carefully approached it, her black tail flowing carelessly behind her as the wind stroked it. She finally reached the base to the white, grainy, sand. She slowly reached a front leg out to tap it. As her hoove met the surface, she flinched. That's just.....weird. She thought to herself. Even more curiously, the mare eased her whole body onto the sand, looking around nervously as her body shifted and sank a little. Bella lowered her neck and stared at the grains head on. She stuck out her tongue...and tasted it. She spit out the sand immediatly, shaking her head and rearing low to the ground.
Script
Script opened his blue eyes. He was resting on a warm bed of sand. He blinked, and looked around again. Long, wooden rods stood from the ground, with giant emerald leaves sprouting from the top. His vision wondered about the hairy balls (lol) growing from the leaves of the wooden rod. What were they? Script's mind led him to slowly rise from his slumber and made him curious enough to approach what was a palm tree. It was great and big. Script looked around, and then pressed his body against the tree, shaking it. A loose coconut hame hurling down, smashing to the ground and breaking open into two halves. A white, milky core was revealed. Curiously, the brute licked the inside of one. Sweet milk fliied his mouth, like a dream. He smiled and swished his tail, and licked it again. What was the hard white stuff? Was it good? He wondered, taking a small bite of coconut in his mouth. He crunched it, and the wet, moist, coconut soon made the Stallion full