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Posted on Dec 18 2017, 9:44 PM.
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"Gaahhhh."

The first - word? sound? - to pass from sunshine lips was the gurgled sound of awakening from the comfortable depths of unconsciousness to pain. It wasn't the gentle type of pain either. It was the kind that is associated with the morning after a long night out, drinking heavily amongst the clubs packed with hot bodies and loud, mind-blowing music.

Only, he hadn't been out the night before. He was certain of that. Nightclubs, while they were fun and all, weren't really his thing. Not when he could instead be out turning his intelligent mind over the latest mysteries the world offered him. Although, this had got the be the greatest one of all so far.

Feeling slowly returned to his limbs. They felt heavy, weighted down by some great and invisible force. His throat and mouth were dry and a chill began to seep into his bones. Well, it was winter.

The steady rush of water nearby - was that an ocean he could hear and smell? - was a constant his aching head clung to like a lullaby sung to a child in the dark nights.

A few more moments passed, the chill becoming more and more permeating, before Hide finally decided he should move. In one motion, the young stallion raised his head, positioned his heavy limbs beneath him and forced his golden brown eyes open only to be hammered by far too much information at once.

The sudden brightness of the winter day blinded him, sending shockwaves of pain throughout his system as his neurones threatened to overload with the cacophony of stimulus he received in only a few short seconds.

Breath was forced from his lungs in another long, agonized groan as his head slumped back into the sands beneath him. It was far, far too soon to move after all. So, he returned to just resting his eyes and waiting for the pain to go dull a little more.
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OOC| He's here!!


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Posted on Dec 20 2017, 7:03 AM. (Edited: Dec 23 2017, 2:58 AM by Kashmir.)
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Kashmir just had to, HAD TO, get her fluffy tush out of the lagoon. The striped woman had wandered into the territory with intentions to only stay a little while. She was entertained for a moment, but the entertainment value was wearing off. And quickly. It was all fun and games until the glitz and glamor no longer glitzed and glamored. After splashing about with the fish, and fawning over newest man candy earlier, boredom, like the winter weather, was settling in. Kashmir definitely was not one for cold and chilly weather. She was actually more of a sunshine and sun kind of woman. The longest fur was on her mane and tail, followed closely by the feathering on her hooves. The rest of her coat was glossy and well kept, but not built for below zero weather. It would probably be a wise idea to seek out permanent shelter for when the frost officially came through. For the time being though, Kash focused primarily just on relocating to somewhere else. Anywhere else. But she would not be granted her wish yet, as something else crossed her path. Something - or someone that is - captured her attention. And Kashmir could not bring herself to ignore him as his pain was apparent. Try as she might, the mare had to help if she possibly could.

The Friesian Zebra hybrid was walking on the beach, leaving rounded hoof prints in the sand. Her tail whipped behind her rump every so often, and her nostrils flared with each breath she breathed. Kashmir was plodding along, innocently enough when she heard the garble that came from the stallion. Those honey colored eyes of Kashmir’s widened significantly, and she inhaled sharply. She stopped short in surprise, her cloven hooves digging into the granules abruptly. What was going on with him? Was he hurt? The more maternal side of the mare snapped alive, just like that. It was not something that happened often, for Kash had yet to mother any children. It was something she eventually dreamed of doing, but had not got the chance. For a woman that flirted and seduced members of the opposite sex on the daily, one day she actually wanted to love one man to the fullest. And that one man would have to own her heart entirely before she gave him children. So no, Kash had not had that experience before. However, the urge to check on the unidentified man was so real in that moment that Kash did.

Without delay the onyx female trotted to the downed golden stag. When she arrived, she sniffed lightly at him, making sure he was even still alive. There was a very real possibility he had just copped over and died right before her eyes. From the smell of him, he still walked - er laid - among the living; or at least he did not smell of decay. That was a positive sign. Kashmir was grateful that his scent did not offend her sense of smell. Then she would have been out of there faster than she came. Her protective instinct would have vanished into thin air. And the insistent desire to get out of the lagoon would come to fruition. Kashmir gently attempted to brush the man with her snout from where she stood. For a moment, she waited to see what would happen. There were a couple of possibilities or outcomes, and then some.

The first of those possibilities was that he would not respond at all. Even at the touch of a mare like Kashmir, he might not spur to life on demand. She felt like she was a pretty little thing in her own right, even if she was the only one to actually say so. With the right pair of glasses, even the rose colored ones, there might be someone else out there to agree as well. Of course, as the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. However, a man of even the most distinguished tastes might not get up for her though. Kash just had to face the facts that were presented to her. She would not hold on with baited breath for very long. No sense in them both dying, right? Right. That did not sound like a fun way to go, even voluntarily.    

The second possibility was that the stallion could actually get up and then he could act a fool on her. That would make the hybrid mare question her decision to stay in the first place. If she would have just went along on her own way, then that had no chance to happen. However, being in the “good Samaritan” mood made her stay put for a bit, and actually try to help. It made her brave enough to touch him, even without knowing him. But, being that she did not known the dude’s temperament, he could pitch a fit on Kashmir without warning. That might make the situation go a little south, sour even, and make Kashmir get a little heated. It was not very often that the mare switched to the angry or aggressive side of the character spectrum, but it could happen. Mostly the woman was an intelligent, playful creature by nature. If by some strange circumstance it was Kashmir or rise-from-the-dead Lazarus, it would be him that would go down.

Still another option was that the dude could get up and everything would be hunky dory. Obviously this was the option Kash was hoping for. She did not want this dude to die, suffer, or otherwise at her hand or someone else’s. If he got up and was at least the semblance of being okay, that would be ideal. They could part ways on good terms. The black and white equine gave the other goldenrod male another touch with her nose, and watched carefully for her results. She was not afraid to stand near and see what the future now held in store.     

ooc - Hide


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Posted on Dec 22 2017, 12:50 PM.
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Things were falling into place. Hazy pieces of memory began to slip through the cracks of his thrumming skull to knit themselves together. It was not pleasant, the way they assembled themselves, but it answered his second question. How did I get here?

He was drugged. Someone hadn't wanted him investigating the inner circles of whatever form of gang he had found and weaselled his way into. They'd caught him out somehow - had he stumbled into a trap? Made a mistake? - and gotten rid of him. Dumped him out and sea, hoping he'd drown long before he was found. Well, luckily for him he'd washed up here. Wherever here was.

That leads us to the first question of the day. Where am I?

Broken from his musings by the gentle touch of a soft nose to his still body, he jerked. The jerk was quickly followed by a low groan of pain, the sudden movement having awoken another burst of powerful brain ache.

The nose stayed and brushed over him a second time, which made him stir more slowly. Someone - or something - was trying to get his attention. To wake him. Where they as gentlehearted as their soft brushes, of were they some demon creature simply checking to see how alive he was before feasting on his almost-dead flesh.

Oh, how Hide hoped it was the former. Although, demon beings were quite an interest of his. He just didn't want to be face to face with one while he struggled to keep his own body in check.

The golden brown eyes opened slower this time, head rasing gently through the intense thrumming of pain, each one striking like the shockwaves of an earthquake. He squinted through the brightness of the sky, searching blindly for a few moments before finally landing on the figure that sought him out.

Gradually, she came into more focus. Her shape had been dark against the light of day, but now he could piece her together. She was tall, her mane spiked and hooves fluffed. Her coat was the darkest black he'd seen to date but marred with odd stripes across her body.

"... Hello?" he asked meekly, desperate to break the silence but unable to think of anything intelligent to say.
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OOC| Kashmir - I love her already <3


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Posted on Dec 23 2017, 4:40 AM. (Edited: Dec 23 2017, 4:40 AM by Kashmir.)
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At the sudden burst of jerky movement, Kashmir took a couple of steps backward in the sand. This minor backpedaling was accompanied by an unsubtle, skeptical snort from her nostrils. Instincts told her that that was not a normal reaction to receive, and to get out of the way pronto. Standing in the direct line of fire was a good way for her to lose a limb or something. That was a whole lot of nope sauce poured on a bunch of no way tacos. Kashmir valued her limbs way too much for that. She positioned herself to go around the prone body and head towards the exit. Hanging around and fighting was not even worth it either. But then there was a groan that came from the stallion, similar to the first one that she had heard originally. And this groaning made her resist leaving again. It was like a call that she wanted to hit the ignore button on, but could not find it in her heart to.   

Sigh.

It was during times like these that the mare wished she was as nonchalant and careless as other horses were. It would make her life a whole heck of a lot easier, that was for certain. Best believe there were times when it was better for her just to walk away from a situation. And, occasionally, she actually just left horses behind too. That was part of the reason why the mare had left her home, and ended up where she ended up at. Kash had no permanent herd lands to stay in, her maiden herd was far, far away, and she essentially started her life over. Kashmir did have the capability to be remorseless, but not the propensity to. And so she stayed where she was when no one else would. That was just the right thing to do. After seeing what could be done, then her conscious would let her be, and the lagoon would let her free. Finally.

The second response to her touch was much more controlled and voluntary than the first. That gave the striped mare a little more confidence in her life decision. This time she was met with eyes that were actually somewhat similar to hers in appearance. His certainly were more chocolate-like than Kashmir’s were by a long shot, but they actually were along the same lines. And not only did the stallion’s eyes open, but he attempted to lift his head as well. Lookie there, she got a two for the price of one special deal! This was certainly encouraging to see. He was alive like Kash had hoped he was. Now his actual condition might be another story, for she had not gotten a real chance to look him over. But a living horse was better than a dead one most definitely. Even if he happened to be a little bit injured too.

Kashmir was not the first to speak between the two of them, but obviously that was not a big deal. The golden guy opened his mouth before she did, all Kashmir had to do was answer. Fortunately that was simple and easy enough; breaking the ice was often the hardest part of conversation for some. “Hello there,” the mare said, once more stepping forward. Instead of continuing to hover over him though, Kashmir folded her knees beneath her frame, and partially laid herself down. Talking at this level might expend less energy perhaps; she did not really know for sure. “Is there anything that I can do to help you? Food or water perhaps?” Bombarding him with questions might not get any imperative answers, so Kashmir started out slow with the stag. Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at him, some concern dotting her features. She wondered just how long he had been there alone, and if anyone else had gone to get help. But perhaps answers to that would come a little later on.

Lucky for the mare, there were plenty of varieties of foliage in the territory. Moisture rich lands usually were like that naturally. And the place at which Kash was had a very special plant she would have gone looking for to help out. Aloe vera. The spiky plant rested within her reach, and she plucked it out of the ground with her mouth by the root. It was good for a multitude of injuries and ailments, Hide just had to tell her where to put it. Kash sliced open one of the leaf-like tendrils to reveal the goopy goo inside so she had it at the ready. Sure, there were other more qualified equines to do this job. Other horses were trained in nursing and doctoring their fellow horses. But this mare was all that was available at the time, and she was going to try her best. At least she could give it the good ol’ college try. “I have a little bit of salve here too, in case you have any prevailing external wounds,” Kashmir started again quietly. If she had a human hand, she would have placed it on the stallion’s head to check his temperature or something. Alas, she was only adorned with hooves instead, and had to wait for further instructions.

While she was doing so, a curious bird pecked its way closer to the pair. Its wide, beady eyes remained virtually unblinking, and it squawked loudly in their proximity. That was enough to make the Friesian hybrid give it a viciously threatening look after a sharp turn of her head towards it. She did not need to speak a word to it aloud; her own golden gaze was enough to speak volumes about her thoughts on the subject. The unfortunate bird hid beneath its feathered wing before venturing elsewhere as quietly as possible. It suddenly became disinterested in equine matters for some strange reason. As long as she was on watch, nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to get near enough to try something stupid.     

ooc - Hide Hehe, I'm glad. She's fun to play <3


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Posted on Dec 27 2017, 11:53 AM.
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He stuck a smile on his lips when the mare replied, quietly thankful when she lowered herself to his level. Being hovered over was not something he appreciated - not when it meant he had to crane his aching head upwards into the blinding light of the cold day to speak to some stranger.

His gaze could finally meet her eyes, unsteady and half-squinting though it was. He was quite taken aback by the beauty of them - a honey coloured gold, lit by fire. It was as if someone had held the sticky sweet fluid over a campfire and let it drip into her eye sockets. Only it was better.

"Water," he managed slowly, struggling through the dryness of his tongue and throat, "Would be fantastic."

Hide watched her brow knit in concern, seemingly coming up with questions she wanted to ask but didn't. For that, the sunshine boy was ever so grateful. He'd prefer not to unload his own backstory onto her. Rather, he wouldn't mind hearing more about her instead. His matters and issues were his own, the be held back so as not to bother someone else. Everyone had their own troubles. If he could help fix them, he would.

He watched with interest as she plucked up a plant of some kind, slicing it open to reveal the sticky goop inside. His ears perked up at the sight, searching his strumming brain through the fog that remained in search of a name to stick to it.

Aloe vera. It supplied after a moment or two of searching. This mare was impressive. She was well prepared - and he appreciated it. Hide wasn't sure what he'd do if he found some stranger laying on the beach back home. Probably poke 'em with a stick and then start searching for clues as to what happened rather than anything useful. Nah, his friend was good for that kind of thing.

Not that anyone had seen Kaneki for a long time. The boy had disappeared from the face of the earth, leaving not a trace behind. That was another great mystery Hide wanted to solve - one he probably never would now.

She was asking him a question again. External injuries? Hide moved his head slowly to scan over his own flank, but he couldn't feel the sting of a flesh wound anywhere on his body past the hammering in his skull. Although that seemed to be dying away and the rest of his skeleton was taking over the job of pain-making.

"I don't think I do... but thanks anyway."
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OOC| Kashmir


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Posted on Dec 29 2017, 5:51 AM. (Edited: Dec 29 2017, 6:06 AM by Kashmir.)
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Kashmir was pleased to see the downed stallion smile a little bit at her, even just the smallest of fractions. It made it more worthwhile to be there by his side and carry on a simple conversation, whatever could be managed. The ideal scenario that could have happened did from the start. They were on entirely peaceful terms without any foreboding signs of trouble or fighting on the horizon. Or at least from what Kash could tell based on the evidence, she just barely knew the guy. Whew, and oh what a relief that was to her. Battling between horses just took so much energy and effort, both of which Kashmir did not want to expend needlessly. This whole thing might have gone differently if they both did not have a semblance of geniality in their personalities. But luck, fortune, or whatever it was considered to be considered also smiled upon them both. And that was definitely a good thing.

For a moment, it seemed like the pair of them were just examining one another. It was a quick snap in time, and then things shifted back to conversation thereafter. The word “water” made Kashmir nod once, and she readied herself to go and get it immediately. This seemed like an easy task for the mare to complete. They were almost surrounded entirely by water, except on the sandier parts of the territory where they stood of course. The only problem that Kashmir might run into along the way would be transporting it from one area to another. She had to devise a plan to scoop the water, carry it, and still have enough for Hide drink when she got back. Obviously she could not carry it with no hands, it would drip between her hooves with the first steps she took.

The offending bird from earlier gave Kashmir and idea, but it was a mildly distasteful one to think about. Birds often transferred their food from one mouth to the other, and that made Kash slightly flinch at the thought. He would probably not want her leftover backwash to drink, even if he was incredibly thirsty. Bleh. They would have to be better friends before swapping spit like that. Best friends would be even better, but not at this stage. It was far, far too early; maybe it would never happen. Trying to lift him up would probably do more harm than good. No, that simply would not do at all. None of the ideas seemed plausible and effective. Kash waited a moment to think on how she would do that before she got up again. In the meantime, she had to tend to what she could see before working on what she could not.

Even though Hide had given himself the once over, the mare spotted small cuts here and there on his body. They were small, no larger than an inch, and that is probably why he was not able to see them initially. She did not think that they would be permanent, and would probably be gone in short of a week. But there always was the chance for infection to think about. Kash did not know where the man had rolled in from, so the cuts could turn nasty without care. He did not smell of infection, there was only the lagoon smell, and Kashmir did not see any ooze or puss. But, it was better safe than sorry as they always say.    

“It is my pleasure to help you,” Kash said in response to his next words. And it was true; this was only the right thing to do for someone else, stranger or not. “I do see a few minor scratches and scars on you that require attention. I am going to apply the aloe vera here to them so you do not suffer from any infections or fever. If nothing else, it will help with the healing process, and make it go faster. This might sting a little however, I am sorry in advance,” she said as a small warning and apology. Being as gentle as possible, Kashmir did as she said, covering the small slashes one at a time. The woman went about her work until all were covered in a satisfactory manner. As she was cleaning and caring for Hide, an idea popped into her head about the water. The stallion rolled onto the beach? What else could roll onto the beach? Beyond that, what could roll on the beach and carried water?

Cocoanuts!

In Kashmir’s mind they were the perfect solution to the dilemma. They already were enclosed with water so she would not have to scoop it up, nor would they spill on the way back. Cocoanuts would not require the “bird method” of delivery from mouth to mouth. That was still gross in her opinion by the way. Parents could do that with their children, and lovers could do that with each other no problem. But not mere acquaintances, that was a boundary that could not be crossed yet. Kashmir could take several cocoanuts at a time, which saved her trips back and forth. All the mare had to do was roll them, break them open, and give them to Hide. And Bingo was his name-o!

“Alright, that should hold you over for now, I would say,” the hybrid mare said, pulling herself to her hooves again. She then dusted herself off lightly, for Kashmir’s coat was never to remain dirty for long. It had to be immaculate at any and all times. “Do not go anywhere; I will be right back with your water.” As she was turning away, Kash realized how silly that sounded. Of course the blonde stallion could not go anywhere; that was why she was fetching the water in the first place. If he could go get it for himself, he probably would have by then. Kashmir mentally head palmed and trotted away to find a palm tree bearing her precious water cups.    

ooc - Hide The stick poke bit made me giggle. lol XD 


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Posted on Jan 04 2018, 5:47 PM.
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To be honest, he would've done anything for a drink of water right now. Even if it meant swallowing the woman's spit alone. His mouth and throat were drier than the desert, or so he'd like to bet. Hell, he'd drink someone's blood if he had to to get the moisture he needed.

That's what they did stranded out at sea, by the way. There had been four men stranded out at sea on a lifeboat - many, many years ago - after their ship was wrecked. Left afloat for about twenty-four days with no food or water, they had only one option. The chef had taken a blade to the sickly cabin-boy's throat, and the three drank his blood to stay alive.

At the time, cannibalism for survival's sake was not a heinous crime. The murder, however, was. Yet it had been necessary - if they'd have let the boy die of natural causes, there would have been no way to get to the all-important fluids within. Still, they were summoned to the High Court.

Hide, of course, was not in such a dire situation. The thought of murder never crossed his mind - well, never committing it anyway. Nor was cannibalism something he wished to try. Ghouls were cool and all, but he'd never particularly wanted to be one - Ghouls are equines that can only eat equine meat where he comes from, by the way.

His attention was brought back to the present by a warning from Kashmir's lips before she smoothed the aloe goop into the selection of scrapes and cuts across his body. The ones he hadn't seen or felt due to the now-starting-to-numb pain of his brain trying to break through his own skull.

"Tsss!" he hissed at the first touch - it did sting, though part of that may be the hypersensitivity of his overstimulated nerved at the moment.

Then, she seemed to get an idea. He didn't yet have enough brain power to work out what could have possibly been troubling her - but there seemed to be enough there to pull together an old story he'd heard - so there was no way Hide could have worked out an answer.

Instead, he just watched as the mare got to her hooves, dusting herself off, before turning away.

Don't go anywhere, eh? He had to let out a little laugh at that. Hide could hardly summon enough energy to maintain a conversation, let alone get up and walk off.
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OOC| Kashmir I watched a part of a documentary yesterday and that was exactly the kind of info Hide would love to know xD


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Kashmir could not help but flinch a little at the sound that Hide made when she began with the aloe vera. She was semi-prepared in advance for something like that to happen, for she had seen it before. She tried to warn him ahead of time so there would be no surprises, but still. The healing goop inside of the plant was most comparable initially to a thick hair gel in consistency. After being rubbed in entirely, it was unnoticeable and not anywhere near as thick. Putting a wet, goopy substance into a series of open wounds would almost undeniably cause a reaction like that though. Kashmir did not like hurting him in the process of helping him. Others might try to put on a brave face and pretend like it did not happen, but it did, quite often in fact. It was something that was normal.

The mare tried to make the process as quick and painless as possible before finishing up. She did not have the practiced hand that a nurse or doctor would have had perhaps. But hopefully her work was at the very least satisfactory though. If Kash had done her job properly, then the wounds should just close up and not leave scars. That would require time to see. Kashmir gave the man a quick once over before getting up and starting her search. Her ears flicked forward at his laughter again, a small smile of her own spreading on her face. The Welsh pony had an infectious manner about him, regardless of his condition. “Apparently I have great jokes in my emergency kit too, huh?” the hybrid lady said with a defined smirk. “Or at least I happen to think so.” She then turned and trotted off, promising to return when her primary goal was completed.

Each step led Kash a little farther from her “patient’s” laying position. Every so often she would cast a glance over her shoulder, just in case something went down. The mare had assessed the situation as best she could, and so she did not truly know the extent of his damages. From what she could tell, things were only minor, but the desire to help had fully consumed her. If the situation took a turn for the worst, Kash could be back at the drop of a hat. The word “if” was the operative word in that however. Should everything remain remotely stable and the same, there was no cause for concern.

With that being said, Kash began her official mission of “I spy” for the cocoanuts. Her golden eyes scanned over the treetops, her elongated muzzle turning slowly to and fro. The mare’s feathered hooves plodded through the sand, carrying her along at a rate that was slightly above a walk. Any faster and she might have missed something she was looking for. Any slower and the stallion might very well die of thirst while she was gone. The lagoon would no longer be a lagoon then, nor would it be a hospital for recovering victims. It would be a cemetery then, and that was a creepy thought for Kashmir to think about. Where? Where should she go? There were so many varieties of trees and plants in the area; it should not be a hard task to find a round, brown ball. Perhaps she was not looking hard enough and had to go deeper into the foliage. Something was bound to show up.

Lucky for her, it did, and just in time too. The Friesian Zebra did not want to have to devise a new plan, especially when this one was so perfect. Finally amongst some tropical-looking trees, a cluster of cocoanuts rested in the treetops. All Kash had to do was shake them free of their hold, and get them back. It was simple enough in premise, hopefully in practice as well. The striped female reared back on her hind hooves, and placed her front ones on the bark. She pressed her weight against it several times, each successive one with more fervency. Small grunts gurgled in her throat with determination. And her efforts were not in vain, thankfully. One cocoanut finally scaled the length of the tree, and landed at Kashmir’s hooves. That warranted a snort of satisfaction, and a triumphant shake of her glossy mane. Now that left her with only two of the things to get down. More pressure was applied to the trunk, and the leaves shook in response. Another round sphere landed at the mare’s hooves. Good, that was progress. The last of the cocoanuts was not pleased that its fellows had left it behind. It was the ornery one of the bunch. Without her permission, the cocoanut plunged downward, and thumped Kashmir on the head. This rained on her parade a bit, but soon she was moving back to the beach. Chalk that up to Kash’s small victories.

One cocoanut was held in the mare’s teeth while the other two were kicked by her front hooves. It was a step-kick method that she used, and the offending cocoanut was certainly one of them being kicked in revenge. Kashmir would first kick the cocoanuts as far as she could, and then would follow after. This was repeated until she finally made it back near Hide. There were only two things left to do then: one being to break them open, and two to help him drink them. Using her hooves once more, Kash crushed one of the things open, happy to see at least a little water there. The other two came open shortly after as well with a little help. Some of it spotted on the sand, but not nearly as much as another method of water transfer would have done. She gingerly picked it up and placed it within a reachable distance. “Alright, here are your liquid libations as requested,” Kash said “Can you sit up or would leaving it on the ground be easier? It is your choice.”  

ooc - Hide 


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Posted on Jan 13 2018, 5:16 PM.
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It made him happy to see he made her smile, even in his sorry state. No matter how beaten, battered and bloodied he got, Hide found it difficult to be unlikeable. It just wasn't in his base nature. It was one of the things that made it easier for him to go snooping and poking his nose into other people's business. People tended to open up around guys like him.

"They say laughter is the best medicine," he replied, the soft laughter still on his lips. His eyes followed her as she trotted away, finding it quite endearing that she'd glance back at him once in a while to make sure Hide was still alive. The first time she did, he shot her a bright and beaming smile in reassurance that things are a-okay.

But as the moments passed, he began to walk through his thoughts. Clearly, they were returning. The major throbbing had steadied down a little, allowing him to concentrate a little more. Pull together the pieces of information he knew. For one, he knew for sure he wasn't at any shoreline near his home. Horses did not look like Zebra-Freisian hybrids were he came from. Not in the slightest. They were typically more natural colours, although they had some bright and vibrant varients thrown in like himself.

They also most certainly did not have shores like this one. The sand was far, far too soft. Was it volcanic in origin? Sure, they had volcanoes. But they laid dormant for so long and there was none close enough to line the boundary between ocean and land to coat it in softness. But it sure was beautiful.

He'd slipped off on a tangent in his thoughts when she returned with a coconut filled with water. Glorius water. Oh, how heavenly it looked.

"I can try," he replied jokingly, "Not promising anything though!"

He tucked his brown forelimbs and the yellow hindlegs underneath his body to raise into a more upright position. It worked, but for a moment or two the young man was paralysed as a wave of dizziness made his head spin. Nausea attacked his throat, but he swallowed it down, simply staying put for a long moment until the discomfort subsided.

When it did, he shot the mare another bright smile before dipping his lips into the coconut and attempting a few small sips at a time.

"Heavenly," he said in thanks.

Who cares about that?
OOC| Kashmir


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 Adult, 4 yrs  Mare
 16.2 hh  1400 lbs
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Posted on Yesterday, 7:31 PM.
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There seemed to be no cause for concern from the time Kashmir left to the time she came back. That enabled the mare to breathe a sigh of relief in both the literal and figurative sense. She inhaled deeply and let it out through her velvety nostrils. Kashmir could not help but agree with what Hide said about laughter and medicine. Often times, if someone was laughing, they were not in so much pain, at least for the moment. And, on top of that, laughing in general was just a good thing. It was an outward expression of the happy things to be had in life. Yeah, Kash could see why the saying was commonly said amongst people. It was nothing less than the truth. As the Friesian Zebra began to head into the trees, and she looked over to check on Hide, she saw the smile reflecting back at her. She could only shake her head and roll her eyes a little bit in mirth. This dude certainly was a character in and of himself. He had a personality that was as bright as his blonde coat, no denying that one.

After a little bit of finagling, Kashmir returned with her cocoanut booty, and got back to work. Well, it was not exactly work, but back to the water business. The mare was glad that she had stayed and merely did not just wander off initially. She had met a nice horse man, and got some practical skills to use in the future. Kash would call that a win-win situation and was pleased. A look of happiness dotted her features and glinted in her golden colored eyes. “Oh yes, I can see that laughter is doing you a world of good right now. It is much better than your groaning,” she responded with a smirk. “Heave ho, Captain Blonde-y head, on your hooves! We have work to do and no time to waste. Raise the colors, swab those decks, and all that other fun pirate stuff.” Kashmir obviously was no pirate, but it seemed like a good analogy at the time. In fact, she had never seen a boat in all of her four years of life. The only way she knew about things of that nature was from stories. The black and white woman waited to see if Hide could actually get up with his own strength. Of course if he could not, she would be there to push him upwards, or help him back down.  Nobody wanted to knock heads with the ground; it always win in that matchup.

Kashmir’s brows knitted together, concern suddenly appearing, as she saw the stallion sway a little and almost puke. She silently urged him not to, for that would mean he was still sick and more would have to be done. And if by chance any of that landed on her coat, it would require bleach. A lot of the strongest bleach too. Scrubbing with just water simply would not do; it would not be enough. Kashmir was already white and black; if bleach was poured on her, then all of the obsidian coloration to her coat would be gone. And what a shame that would be. She was proud of the glossy contrast that the black and white pattern created. The Friesian side of her appearance would no longer be as apparent. While Kashmir was not a finicky creature and could handle bodily fluids, she did not like her pristine coat messed up. It was just one of her pet peeves. They did not call her Kashmir for no reason.

Luckily for her, Hide was able to swallow just in time, and that was avoided. Kash’s ears folded back on her head a moment and she gave a lighthearted chuckle, grateful nothing went down. Er, scratch and reverse that. She was grateful that nothing came up instead. Add that to list of things that Kashmir did not do. She did not do birds, mouth to mouth feeding with strangers, and a puked on coat. “Glad to hear you are feeling a bit better,” the mare said in response the stallion’s last word. She looked at him before glancing out over the lagoon, just taking it all in for a bit. She decided to give him a moment to drink his cocoanut water in peace. Kashmir fell silent, watching the water lap lightly at the shore. It was absolutely a breathtaking sight to take in, no wonder horses traveled from far and wide to get there. And it was no wonder that she stayed there for so long. It was its own paradise.  

After a moment of staring out in the distance, Kashmir’s golden gaze returned to face Hide. “So where do we go from here buckaroo?” she asked. Kash honestly did not know where these strange nicknames were coming from, but for whatever reason, they just did and felt like they fit. “Do you have any family nearby that can be found? There is no rush of course; I do not have anywhere to be right now. Nowhere but here that is. But I want to make sure you are cared for when I cannot be around as well.”
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