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12-21-2014, 09:45 PM
I'll carry you on my shoulders, never set you down.
Ferry you through the coldness, never let you down. Fear pounded through her veins, as sweat covered her tiny body. She had watched the way her mother had died, the one who stunk of death had done it, the green vile dribbled between his rotten teeth, his cold eyes had given little attention to her. With what little strength her brittle legs had, the filly had picked herself up and tumbled away from the twisted corpse that was all that remained of her mother. Another had approached the scene, but she had been to terrified, to wait and see if he meant to do her harm. Her legs became tangled and the tiny filly tumbled to the ground where she began to quietly weep, petrified that if she cried too loudly death might come find her. Although most of this was not logical or calculated thoughts, it was instinctual. Her blue eyes gazed ahead not really seeing the surrounding field, her tiny body slowly began to shiver, the cold seeping into her bones. Another helpless bleat for her mother, perhaps for the hope that someone around would come to her rescue. Struggling to stand again the filly stumbled and fell again. This time she stopped moving, her breaths growing increasingly more shallow as the time slowly passed around her. The sun began to sink down, gradually taking away any warmth the filly was feeling. Her eyes closed as exhaustion took over her body, she was fighting a loosing battle, it was surely was over for her now anyway. Without a mother she had little chance in this world alone. Unless someone, somewhere was coming to her rescue. "." |
