Camdis Lohir had heard the roar of the river before he saw it, though the sound was more akin to the bellowing of some great and ancient beast than to a body of water. With the spring sun pressing heated fingers to his back and weighing on his shoulders, the horned stallion hurried to reach the banks, thirst at the forefront of his mind while the relic's insistent pull took a back seat for once. In hist haste, the stallion almost tripped over his own mane, his hoof catching on a section of the lengthy locks and yanking rather painfully. Grunting as his lip curled, Camdis shook his head to dislodge the discomfort that had spiked down his neck and continued on, albeit slower and with more care than before.
As he approached the banks, the brute was distantly thankful that he had taken more care with his steps, noticing what looked like an array of skid and slide marks along the shore and leading into the monstrous river. Brows raising, the stallion didn't even attempt to count the number of possible casualties that were denoted by the crumbling banks and the gouges of struggle along the sand and mud - he didn't want to think about another thing that he couldn't do anything about.
Hesitantly, while keeping a healthy distance between his body and the river's edge, Camdis followed the path that the water had carved into the jagged earth, silvery eyes half searching for the relic, half searching for a solid place to press his hooves. At last, after what had only been a few moments but what felt like ages, the bloodied bay found a mostly flat boulder that jutted out into the raging waters, it's existence defiant in the face of such treacherous footing. Carefully, the healer-to-be placed a single, massive hoof upon the stone, relief flooding him when it didn't move.
Emboldened by the sturdiness of the boulder, but with trepidation still dogging his steps, Camdis Lohir made his way slowly toward the edge of the rock before lowering himself to his knees and stretching his head toward the frigid river. As soon as the cool waters touched his lips, the stallion sighed happily, drinking deeply and greedily until his stomach was bloated and achy. Raising his head before lowering his body to the rock, Cam lay with contentment enough, eyes straying across the foamy surface and to the far bank, lost in thought.
As he approached the banks, the brute was distantly thankful that he had taken more care with his steps, noticing what looked like an array of skid and slide marks along the shore and leading into the monstrous river. Brows raising, the stallion didn't even attempt to count the number of possible casualties that were denoted by the crumbling banks and the gouges of struggle along the sand and mud - he didn't want to think about another thing that he couldn't do anything about.
Hesitantly, while keeping a healthy distance between his body and the river's edge, Camdis followed the path that the water had carved into the jagged earth, silvery eyes half searching for the relic, half searching for a solid place to press his hooves. At last, after what had only been a few moments but what felt like ages, the bloodied bay found a mostly flat boulder that jutted out into the raging waters, it's existence defiant in the face of such treacherous footing. Carefully, the healer-to-be placed a single, massive hoof upon the stone, relief flooding him when it didn't move.
Emboldened by the sturdiness of the boulder, but with trepidation still dogging his steps, Camdis Lohir made his way slowly toward the edge of the rock before lowering himself to his knees and stretching his head toward the frigid river. As soon as the cool waters touched his lips, the stallion sighed happily, drinking deeply and greedily until his stomach was bloated and achy. Raising his head before lowering his body to the rock, Cam lay with contentment enough, eyes straying across the foamy surface and to the far bank, lost in thought.
