The heat of this place went from welcome and warm to draining and hellish quite fast. Wind could not reach into the thick woven braches of the trees, and their green canopies full of summer leaves clung to the moisture and humidity in the air, making it miserable to stand still for too long. Rose panted with exertion. The action was unfamiliar to her; she almost never got this completely winded. This was only natural due the lovely athletic combination of thoroughbred from her father and quarter horse from her mother that made up Rose. Perhaps if I was part Arabian I could deal with this ungodly heat better, Rose quipped to herself. Laughing quietly, she continued down the trail she’d been following for the past few days. Dust swirled into the air with each step of her hoof, proof of the lack of rain the area had received recently. A sudden noise caused the white mare to pause and be still. Her ears twitched toward the source of the noise—the branches of the trees toward her left flank. It was a strange sing songy sound, almost like a bird… but not quite the same. The trills were shriller, less lyrical, almost sounding as if metallic surfaces rubbed against one another. Rose let out a confused snort and continued walking though her pace was slightly faster than it had been before, her ears now trained to the disruption of the forest quiet and eyes squinted in distrust. Her sooty gray nostrils flared, trying to pick up the scent of what she was now sure to be her stalker or future murderer. However, the trills were fading in the distance behind her—either she was putting more distance between them by walking away or they were going in the other direction that she was travelling in. Either is fine by me, Rose thought, satisfied that she would not die or be sacrificed in some satanic ritual tonight. Maman did always warn me about the dark rituals that strangers might practice… Rose giggled again. It seemed that she was in quite a giggly mood today, not that it was a bad thing. Indeed, it seemed her only source of entertainment in this forest was herself. She had not happened upon another equine since she’d left her little herd on the plains. Perhaps she wasn’t looking hard enough? Rose resolved to be more attentive to her surroundings, lest she miss the next settlement altogether. |
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risk it all. - by Rose - 06-27-2012, 02:59 PM
RE: risk it all. - by Torasin - 07-05-2012, 01:30 PM
RE: risk it all. - by Rose - 07-05-2012, 02:51 PM
RE: risk it all. - by NPC - 07-07-2012, 09:48 PM
RE: risk it all. - by Gossamer - 07-07-2012, 10:25 PM
RE: risk it all. - by Torasin - 07-09-2012, 12:56 PM
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