This barren place is waterless captivity of the loners world. The tiny minisculous water keeps tuck themselve under shady caverns of the rock infested area. Only the brave captiviate themselves in this loned lands. The perfectionist would die before living her ein oppulant eternity of wandering and decityity. They say once oyu step in its the theater of a death scene. It becoems the day where the world dissapears and ou find your self in never ending hell of sparcity and waterless wandering till you become illusive enough to find the place they call 'Infeoasis' where the studs and mares rest peacefully together in domains of captivity never leaving there tiny oasis of threads of grass and the cool waters that are shaded by a few rocks here and there. No one abides here now and they say you still here the rings of the deathly screams of the studs and mares and bachelors as they hauled off in formative groups herded into big machiens that sped away lightning fast while horse's pressed there faces agaisnt bars the pools of lonesome wanderers stared blankly at the oasis that seemed to leave them behind for once.... forever...
