I wouldn't mind 1 other hopping in to keep the boys 'n pony company, either here is a beautiful drawing Red made of Trent and the icelandic horse (lovingly named 'pony') for size reference. :3 · table by Alli!
In his optime form, Trent was lingering around the edges of the ocean. Paws crunched against the rocky shores as he walked the shore and looked out over the ocean. He liked looking out over that large expanse of blue and reminding himself of how puny he was. Many didn't, he knew, but for Trent, remembering he was nothing but a speck on the face of the earth always made him feel at ease, for it made everything he did seem so insignificant. It didn't matter whether he was a sick pervert or a normal, perfect son-in-law type guy. Not in the grand scheme of things. And, since the dark stranger still hadn't left his mind, now more than ever he needed to believe that his sick mind wasn't anything so bad. It wan't like he was going to destroy the world with it or anything, after all.
Trent rolled his tense shoulders as he looked at the ocean, a grim look on his face; like that of a warrior after a battle that cost half his squad's men. That was how he felt, even though his situation was nowhere as dramatic as that, of course. A lost man.
It was then that something nuzzled at his arm. Trent instantly jumped away, feeling like a fool for not noticing that anything had approached, engulfed in the salty sea air and the large expanse of water in front of him. "Shit!" he growled as he tumbled over a couple of rocks and fell onto the rocky beach. Trent yelped as he fell on top of a sharp rock with his lower back and was formed to remain on the ground. Well, at least it was just some short pony thing that had nuzzled him, which was a consolation. It could've been a limb-ripping grizzly or something like that, after all.
Giving up the idea that he might get up in the next five minutes, Trent remained on the ground and stared at the sky. If he hadn't felt quite dramatic enough about his puny life just yet, then he certainly did now. "All because of a stupid po-oooh-hey! Hey!!" He shouted the last, since the pony had wandered its way over to his head and was now trying to eat his hair. "That's not grass, you bloody... thing, you!" He bared his teeth and twisted his head to face the pony, which had quite the happy look on its face as it slobbered a couple of ruddy Trent-hairs into its mouth and started to chew on them.
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