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12-29-2015, 09:54 PM
He wished that the mare spoke of truths she knew something about, but there was no reason to believe that any creature would find him a treasure in a world of gold. He rocked back and forth, contemplating. Handsome, she’d said, to her. A rakish laugh erupted from deep in his lungs and the sound came bellowing forth in between violent wheezing. How wrong she was… How wrong she’d always be to soothe the discord of the dying. “You’re a funny one,” he choked uselessly.
As if by magic, the mare allowed him his insults, and instead of taking her advice, he smiled. “Funny, but kind.”
However, the energy expelled from his laughter left him weak- his body still recovering from his lack of nourishment. Yet, nothing was quite as humerous to him as the mare offering to help him in his time of need. Would help honestly give him his years back, his youth? She seemed so sincere, so concerned for him, that it was suddenly nice to be cared for… How long would it last?
“Okay,” he breathed, resolute. The girl asked him to drink from the stream once more and the fox, though hesitant, moved toward the embankment again. It was slow-going and his hips seemed to bow with the effort, but the old fox finally managed to scale the banks until he was again at the water’s edge. Curiously, he dipped his face toward the rippling brook and he drank slowly until he was full. Now he had only to wait… for her help.
@Cirrus
As if by magic, the mare allowed him his insults, and instead of taking her advice, he smiled. “Funny, but kind.”
However, the energy expelled from his laughter left him weak- his body still recovering from his lack of nourishment. Yet, nothing was quite as humerous to him as the mare offering to help him in his time of need. Would help honestly give him his years back, his youth? She seemed so sincere, so concerned for him, that it was suddenly nice to be cared for… How long would it last?
“Okay,” he breathed, resolute. The girl asked him to drink from the stream once more and the fox, though hesitant, moved toward the embankment again. It was slow-going and his hips seemed to bow with the effort, but the old fox finally managed to scale the banks until he was again at the water’s edge. Curiously, he dipped his face toward the rippling brook and he drank slowly until he was full. Now he had only to wait… for her help.
