Out of the cauldron and into the fire?

He himself had come from the ocean where Valkyrie had encounter Kis. Though she was there the stallion had not seen her. In fact he would not have cared to meet her acquaintance if he had. His pace holding far more confidence then that of Valkyrie. He was a native of this land, as such he knew the dangers to look out for. The plants to avoid and the ones to eat. This afforded him some measure of confidence, but it did not mean he was overly so. Knowing his homeland as well as he did meant he understood that he knew nothing. Things could change at the drop of a feather. Nothing was assured. But that did not bother the light colored stallion. To be a true native was to accept and expect these changes. One had to adapt, and quickly, or die.

Perhaps someone else would take pity on Valkyrie and all of her misfortune. But the hardened stallion was no such creature. Toughen up, or get out. That was his simple view of things. That didn't mean he was heartless, if the mare was in immediate danger the stoic man would have lent a hoof. But when it came to things he knew people were more than capable of handling themselves, he had no pity. As he moved through the vegetation he came right by the mare, collapsed with exhaustion. His clear gaze swept over her. Taking in her dirty coat, the injuries, everything. She was breathing, her sides moving up and down. Strong and steady. With little concern he began skirting around her, his pace barely faltering as he walked. He was not the type to socialize, or ask this stranger if she was okay. Because he saw that, despite the burns and dirt, she was unharmed. Just resting. Though her choice of sleeping places was rather ill-planned. She was exposed and an easy target for predators.

Was see really so stupid? Or had she collapsed from exhaustion. He had no idea how long she had been laying there, and he would not stop to ask. But no matter how much he didn't care to socialize, he found himself slightly irritated by the mare. If she had been so tired why hadn't she tried to find shelter before she had collapsed. Only a moron would push themselves to far without reason. One had to be smart in order to survive out here. As he walked by he gave a flick of his tail, the ends of it brushing one of her ears. It was not a light touch, and only someone in a seriously deep sleep would ignore the sting. He kept walking, not caring if he had managed to wake her up or not. If it had he would wonder if she would realize just how easily he could have attacked her. He knew more than a few creatures, and horses that would have gladly taken advantage of her. In a way, she was lucky he had happened upon her. Even though he was already leaving her behind.

talk talk talk talk

Watcher

I'm sorry if you don't like my honest.
But to be fair,
I don't like your lies.

image credit to TayaRaven @ DeviantArt

ooc: Ru walks by, smacking Val's ear with his tail as he goes passed.

@Valkyrie