//. i'm mr reckless with a capital R. {open} --

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apollo wandered lazily through the plateaus of the veldez ruins, the canyons casting shadows upon the ledge he walked on. his coat brushed against the rocky walls as the ledges got narrower at certain points. he often found himself feeling light headed if he looked over the sharp descend of the cliff. he'd had many terrifying dreams in the past, in which the ground crumbled beneath his hooves, and he was sent plummeting down to his death.

he snorted as he walked along steadily, his head hanging rather low. this was where he could usually be found, he adored coming and walking along the ledges, he didn't know why but he found comfort here. his coat twitched and shuddered, and his tail swished back and forth, trying to get rid of the flies. nothing usually made them go away, however, so apollo had simply learned to put up with them.

the searing sun beat down on apollo's dark coat, he'd grown up in the extraordinary heat of the desert, so he was quite accustomed to these temperatures, though they still made him frustrated at times. apollo knew this place like the back of his hoof, and he knew every stream there was, no matter how few of them there may be. apollo shook his head and quickened his pace to a trot, his mouth feeling dry. he wound his way through the vast canyons, and made his way to his favourite drinking spot. as he slurped at the stream, he heard a rustle in the bushes and lifted his head, ears pricked and swivelling for signs of more movement.

[felt i had to make a quick post, sorry it's not very descriptive, loads of school right now, so i'm trying to focus on that and have little muse. things should go back to normal in a few weeks though].