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The red-nosed colt swayed on the brink of confusion while Africa turned to shoot him a crooked look- he didn’t seem all that creative. Obligingly though she was more than happy to carry him through her fairy-story this time round. As she began to trek along the rubble edge of the cliff, Voodoo caved and sauntered after her pausing at her side to look down at the violently thrashing waves, clawing in a vain effort to reach the pair. Wonderful! She beamed at him for a split second, thrilled that he was perhaps slipping through, into her vivid invented world.
A bitterly cold breeze swept in from her ocean, blasting against the young mare’s snowy-white complexion and as the thick salt spray clouded her nostrils she snorted abruptly, turning away. She could hear now, the clinkity-clink of the plated hounds, marching in perfect unison like fearless predators; oblivious to the perilous storm threatening, or uncaring. Alert ears tilted towards the sound, and her light-golden gaze followed suit. They were there; she could see steel shimmering beneath the last gasp of the day’s sunlight- they were coming quickly.
“Voodoo! Look there...” She gestured persistently with her upturned muzzle, encouraging him to look back the way they had come to see for himself the hellhounds, hot on their fleeing heels. “See.” She blurted smugly, consumed by her own imagination and entirely believing their existence. “There’s no time to lose!” Africa started forwards again, setting a brisk though careful pace about a length from the drop. Her cold hard hooves clattered carelessly, scattering loose stone as they passed- but it didn’t matter because the hounds were keen trackers, not limited to primitive sight and sound.
Rain began to plummet too. It fell sideways and so heavily that it prickled her thin desert coat and stung her wide eyes as they strained to guide her along a safe path.
Clinkety-clink, clinkety-clink
They were getting closer, their progress evident now even above the racket from the roaring storm. Wild wind swirled around them dragging at and twisting her long thick mane, causing it to tangle and knot within itself. Africa trembled with anticipation- they had to find shelter. Mid-stride she lifted her lowered face to look ahead of them, but there was little to offer them potential shelter and she heaved a disheartened breath from her lungs.
It was then, as concern began to pinch the hero’s confidence that a small path slipped down the side of the cliff, quite parallel to their route. Sentiment that was equally as astonished as it was impressed, lifted her mood and she curled her neck around to find Voodoo through the battering fog of rain.
“Here!” She half screamed as deafening thunder rolled above their heads, lightening slashing through the dark clouds over the ocean. Africa couldn’t wait for him to respond though, it was becoming too dangerous and she worried that the lashing wind might sweep one of them from their purchase over the cliff. Eagerly, she darted right and soon the wall rose to buffer their left side and provide some relief- not too much though. She turned at that point to check on her fellow explorer again.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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[O] [Finished] I Could Be Your Hero, Baby [Voodoo, Open]
