Minutes felt like days in the Desert, and Torstein was sure he was going to pass out from heat exhaustion. There was ... basically no shade in the desert, and his dumb ass had decided it was a good idea to wander around out here! It'd be a lie if he didn't say that he was wholly regretting the decision. There's no way that 'beneficial' plant was out here, among this arid mess of death.
But eventually, bless whatever gods there were up above, he managed to stumble upon a literal oasis. Never thought these things were real... huh, he mused with a huff from his parched lips. And while the water was calling his name, he sought out other things first - namely, food. He felt like he hadn't eaten in ages, and that very well might have been true..
He had stumbled upon the outer, southern border of the oasis. Lining the little slice of heaven were large date palms, years old and ripe with (hopefully delicious) fruit. Trotting up quicker than you would think possible for someone of his size, his head dropped immediately to the sand. He hastily lipped up any fallen fruits, munching satisfied on them in a brief moment of bliss...
Eyes half-lidded, even his mind went silent while he enjoyed the satisfyingly tart fruit. But he quickly ran out, and grumpily he stared up at the tops of the tree. There were hundreds of them up there - but just a smidgen too far up, even for this tall stallion! Contemplating what he should do, a (slightly) brilliant (and slightly stupid) idea crossed his mind - he was certainly heavy enough to hit the tree and knock some of them down, right?
Sliding up to the palm with the ripest fruit, he lined his left haunch up with the sturdy trunk of the tree. Glancing over his shoulder, he rocked his weight heavily to the right and then swung it to the left, effectively booty bumping the tree to hell and back.
But boy, did the booty bump work! The loud THUD that accompanied it shook the tree, vibrating the palm fronds and sending a handful of fruit flying off their stems. He managed to knock the tree hard enough to partially dislodge one of the branches that housed the hundreds of dates... however, it never fully fell. Instead, it was left dangling precariously... but now within Tor's reach.
He lipped up the remaining fruits from the sand (grit and all), and while still munching away, looked up towards the dangling branch. Realigning himself to face the palm, he reared up onto his back legs and firmly planted his weathered hooves along the thick trunk. Stretching his neck out, he was just barely able to grab the branch... and down it came.
Right on his face.
Ears pinned back and hooves still planted on the trunk as the branch tumbled past him, Tor re-evaluated how he probably should have thought that plan through more thoroughly. He was left with a nice little cut along the bridge of his nose, which stung with the dry breeze whipping through the desert. What the fuck ever, he snarled inwardly, dismounting the tree. Meandering over to the fallen branch, he leaned down and picked the entire thing up in his mouth.
He'd be damned if he didn't get to enjoy the cool water while munching on some delicious fruit.
And so he trotted around the palm-lined edge of the oasis, looking for an opening that lead to that tempestuous, refreshing water. He found one, and slid between the palms towards the oasis, practically humming with sated satisfaction..
Oops.
Stopping in his tracks, looking a fool with a large fruit-laden branch in his mouth as he was left staring at what'sherface. Wasn't that miss resting bitchface from the meetings with the overly flashy painted stallion...? ".. Uhm, guess I wasn't the only one with this idea," he mouthed, sounding muffled from around the branch firmly planted between his teeth.
Action. Thoughts. "Speech."
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