Oizys was growing tired as the sun rose, he was usually a creature of the night, however he had been having trouble finding a place that seemed safe enough to take a rest. His large form brushed leaves off of bushes and broke twigs as he went through the trees. This wasn't as thick of forest as the stallion usually confined himself to, but he was weary and didn't think particularly straight at the best of times. He squinted his dark, empty eyes against the gaining light- it hurt his head, his eyes were sensitive. The large chestnut and white-splotched stallion was beginning to grow frustrated and he stopped, huffing angrily and slurping his dangling, grotesque tongue half way back into his mouth and stamping a hoof. "D-d-damn I-it!" he cried out in his frustration, yelling didn't deter his stutter though. He was a sight for sore eyes indeed, covered in mud and blood, his mane matted and greasy, tears began to flow slowly and his entire body shook.
