Quest: The Shell of Sand

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Donovan was moving as fast as he could here. His hoove were pounding hard, his banner and main splayed out in a flag like motion, rippling and flowing like a river in the wind. His ears were flattened against his head as he thundered the long shore of Lake Rodocia. This had to be quick, silent, and stealthy. He couldn't afford to be fighting with the stallion king of the light clan now, not yet anyway. Its not like he couldn't kill him, but he needed to do this fast, so he could get out of here and move along. So far, he was too weak to take on the entire herd of the light.

He came to a thundering stop, looking down over the sand with hasty eyes. Damnit, there wasn't a shell in sight! He would have to go into the water, something Donovan was hoping to avoid altogether incase he had gotten stuck in the mud. Grumbling, he began to plod into the edge of the water, till it was lapping against his lower belly. Taking in a deep gasp of hair , he dived his great head into the water, pressing his lips against the muddy embankment that slid and sunk under his flints. Finally, after ten minutes of ducking and splashing, he tasted the hardness of a muscle shell against his lips. Picking it up in his teeth, he was relieved to see it half open. Plodding back onto the shore, he scooped up some of the crystaline sands. Back to the void now, to store the damned thing like he had done the black stone chip, till he found the next one.

Two down, two to go.