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08-09-2012, 12:42 PM
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A silver form darted throughout the decrepid forest. The mare's nostrils flared, the whites of her eyes flashing signs of fear. She was certainly more lively than the poor wood she was in, though she looked little better. Her pelt was stained with soot and sleek with sweat. Her long tresses were whipped and snaked about her crown in a fury. Remenants of charred trees clawed at her sides, pushing her on, faster, farther, despite the aching in her tired legs. The light of dawn had begun to break through the trees, finally shedding some light the frantic equine's path. The only thing to be heard in the forest was the thrum of her hoofbeats and the pounding of her heart. Where am I? A sky blue gaze took in the heat ravaged land. The dappled form reluctantly slowed to a walk. The air seemed different here, more still, and yet it held heightened energy. The realization of being lost began to wash over the weary girl. This place was certainly nothing like her home. And what sort of life did it hold, if any? Her eyes widened as she considered the possibility of predators lurking in the shadowy wood. A shiver rippled her coat at the thought. Suddenly, a bird flew out of the brush, giving the slender arab a fright. Her forelegs rose up into the air and struck out savagely before landing hard upon the ground. The mare spun around and broke into a run, only to slit her hip on the corner of a sharp branch. A breif squeal of pain passed the doe's pink lips, but her legs did not fail her yet. Onward she sped, a grey blur slipping through the trees. Miles further, the ashen dove slowed once again. The scrape on her hip stung, the fur around it dyed red. Her ears swiveled back in annoyance. If only she hadn't been so jumpy! The scent of blood was likely to attract whatever else live within this wood, and her body was weakened from running for so long on little food and water. She trudged on, her mucsles poised in as threatening a stance she could manage. At least if she were to be targetted in this state, she could put up something of a fight. She longed for her human companion to find her and take her home, though she knew in the depths of her heart that they may never meet again. She was officially on her own, a flightless bird in a foreign land. Thoughts; "Speech" |
