[center:260h9c31]A hoof down and he was one step closer to his destination. Closer and closer he came, his pace slow and tired. Shoulders hung, chin resting against chest. Scrapes, bruises and dirt covered his mattered, black fur, making him seem all the more feral. A limp had he, causing the rocking of his body to be uneven and painful. However, he carried on, looking for the water source he knew to be around. He felt almost ashamed of himself. Never had he lost a scuffle so pathetically. Despite this, life still went on. Time stopped for no man, animal... or centaur for that matter.
Soon, the sight of sparkling water filled his one good eye. His ears perked as his pace quickened, bringing him to knell on his knees in the cool liquid. The afternoon sun danced across the water, sending rays of light to frolic across his skin. His scarred hands scooped up water, bringing it to his lips so that he may drink. It soothed his throat, the pain almost forgotten for a moment. However, a sound alien to the forest made his freeze, eyes darting around. What in Le'raana was that?[/center:260h9c31]