Something wicked this ways comes Jul 10, 2006 15:09:53 GMT -5
Post by Flame on Jul 10, 2006 15:09:53 GMT -5
Death rang in the air. The only shapes upon the vast sand plains were the silhouettes of two equines. One swollen with childbearing, yet her ribs painfully obvious through her scar-lined coat. The other a tall, rough sun'kissed stallion who strode boldly in front. Of Arab blood but lately looked as though he had fallen on bad times. He too was thin but not so as the mare that pitifully crawled along behind him, desperately trying to keep up for her own safety.
Yet she could walk no more and collapsed in a shuddering heap in the sand, her frame shaking and unable to get to her feet. The stallion did not stop. Realizing this, she called out in a whimper for his aide but still he carried on. Scratching manically with her front flints she desperately clawed at the shifting sand trying to stand. Still he carried on, obviously hearing her squeals but choosing to ignore them. However after a somewhat vicious protest from her he halted abruptly, turning to face her. She looked relieved, believing he was coming to help her. His occuli were slits against his auburn visage and a malicious look was just visible in them. Unmoving her studied her critically and spoke with a voice much like that of a snake.
In times like these m'dear, you are what is described as a disposable inconvenience...
He paused as he took pleasure in watching her take in his venomous words. Her face twisted in betrayal and then fear as a series of howls echoed from close by. Frantically she tried to get up, panic overtook her as she begged him to save her life and the life of,...their child. He stood in a stupor, orbs gleaming watching her struggle an amused look pon his maw. Then the deathly howls rang out again, closer this time.
Best hurry and run, I fear the wolves will hunt tonight
He whinnied harshly, each word spat with venom and spite. For some reason he was annoyed with this mare. She was not enough, not good enough. Not like Emera. Even the accursed mare's name sent shivers down his spine and boiled his blood with anger. Turning sharply in the sand he took off at a gallop, leaving his family behind at the mercy of the predator. After a few hundred yards he halted, aware of a new scent that drifted into his wide nares. The smell of females, and more importantly his female. Emera the words flowed off his lips in a short breath and he snorted loudly, emotions raging through him.
Ill find you!
He roared in a deafening whinny. Not only had he smelt Emera but also another old foe. Fajer. This would be a great family reunion, he thought to himself with a sneer. Again he set off, this time in a more steady canter to conserve energy for what was certain to happen.