Walk the streets I used to know (Crossing)

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Ridge

Ridge stood on the very edge of Tangaroa, her body covered in sand from sleeping the day away. She let her breath out from a long held breath. She’d done this many times. Although it was a bad crossing time.; she couldn’t resist. How was the snow this year? It wasn’t as cold as it usually was on the islands around this time, but of course.
Ridge tucked her head and thought. Is it a good time to cross? The tide is low after all…
“No second thoughts, the time is perfect!” She said bluntly to herself.
Ridge walked into the surf, until her next thoughts were about pacing herself with her kicks. Front, back, front back. It’s like walking, but slightly different, as if you were in the air like those horses with bird wings. It was halfway through that she knew was the hardest. The first part is easy, easy thoughts, easy swimming. It’s the part in the middle that was the most straining… The strain was not what she worried about in the middle of the swim. It was nighttime. And that’s when everyone said the sharks were out.
She couldn’t help that she slept during the day, and wandered around by night.
Her legs were already straining. And the middle of the swim had almost been done and over with. But a dull throb of fear was beginning to come into her mind, dark shapes loomed under the water, circling her it seemed. Ridge’s eyes opened up in fear as she brought up her tired legs faster and faster.
If I look back, then it will make me go slower. The mare let her neck go lower into the water, her nostrils flaring wide. Even though she had a tendency to run a lot than most mares her age; it was still a straining swim. Even though she wasn’t a herd mare.
Ridge’s legs stopped for a moment when she saw the shore, Her body sinking in which caused a small panic as her open mouth caught water into it. Her throat gurgling loudly as she pushed her legs faster and faster.

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[Hud Levine]

Everything looks good, so
CROSSING ACCEPTED!
Welcome to the Mainland!
Your character may now only post in the island boards.
As a hotblood, Ridge was foolish to cross at night in the wintertime, when the sea is at its coldest. As mentioned, the sharks living in the reefs between the islands and the Mainland were rather ravenous that night, eager to take a bite out of whatever passed their way. Ridge sustained only one major bite and a few smaller ones: the largest on her hind left stifle and the smaller ones concentrated around her front right fetlock. The scars will endure throughout her lifetime. She will have a slight limp for for the spring season but it will heal up before summer rolls around. Remember that for the next couple of days she will need to rest a lot to regain strength enough to travel.

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