Coyote snorted as he pranced through the jungle of trees and green. The sky had been turned gray by the rain that poured down, plastering his black, white, and acid green mane to his neck and his matching tail was sticking to his rear legs in a way that thoroughly irritated him. This island seemed to be attracting the entirety of the realm and he was no different. Stopping, he stepped deep into the dim undergrowth. A crack jolted through him as his green hoof met with a thick branch and broke it. The multi-hued stallion swore softly under his breath as he tried to calm his racing heart. He was never this jumpy!!
Turning around, he began to try to locate something that would show where in the world he was. This was probably the furthest he had been onto the island and nothing looked familiar. At least he was on an island! Travel in one direction long enough and he should find ocean and then could find his way back to the bridge and the lands beyond it. That thought alone made him feel infinitely better and he decided to just pick a direction.
After a few yards, he began to see movement. Moving carefully, he pushed through the underbrush to find himself face to... blade... with a floating axe. "Well then..." He exclaimed as he slid to a stop and stared at the weapon with wide eyes. That was not the movement he had been expecting! Focus shifting back and forth, the stallion saw the young horse behind it.
"Um... Is this thing yours?" He asked, still a bit shocked by the discovery of the weapon in his path. Taking a few quick steps backward, he put a little distance between him and the blade. Once he was back enough that he felt that he could avoid bloodshed, he took a moment to really look at the figure before him. A momentary lull in the pouring rain gave him the clue that she was a female, but she seemed young. Cyan eyes traveled over her flashy, yet wet form and he waited for her to speak.
"Coy's Sassy Words"
