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Posted on March 23, 2012 at 02:10:31 AM by El Aran
Like static across her skin, Encantador’s breath against her shoulder jolted El Aran back into the present. She twitched away from him, startled, and exhaled a powerful breath. Her dark eyes rolled, showing white, until she realized who it was standing beside her. Aware that Encantador would not hurt her, aware that he was a friend, El Aran still had to resist side-stepping away from him and it showed in the way she shifted her weight away from him without moving her hooves. "Encantador," she replied, her accent more pronounced than it had been in months as she substituted a “je” for the hard “c” of his name. The seer snorted and refused to meet his eyes. Unlike the Crossing, which held all manner of insects and nocturnal mammals who filled the night with their song and their cries, the desert was full of whispered life. There were the owls, of course, a myriad of night-fliers and burrowers who pierced the air every so often with their calls, whoo-WHOOing to reassure the world of their own existence. There were rodents, scritch-scratching in the sand and the ever-present kildeer, a silly little bird with a pair of black bands roped around its neck. El Aran had seen the scorpions and the snakes and she would continue to ignore all manner of life until it threatened her, the only exception being the spiders. Fat, hairy creatures who scuttled across the sand more silently than the wind itself. Those she would skirt around on carefully placed hooves, mincing her way past the pests with a ridiculous amount of care. Once, she’d killed one by accident, mashing it in a burst of pale guts against the earth, and had avoided them ever since. The thought rotated her ears back but not flat, and she tried to take comfort in the usual night sounds that were not so different from her homeland. The wind, loud in the absence of the sun, chilled the sweat beading her coat. What set this desert apart from her home was the pounding of hooves signaling an ambush, of the children startled from sleep and crying as quietly as they could with wet, whuffling breaths as the adults —hardly more than children themselves, a culture of fleeing youth— ushered them away from their temporary home and into the cold sandy dunes in a desperate attempt to hide and survive for one more night, just one more night, Aşk. Squeezing her eyes shut, the black mare gave one final shudder. "Sikme," she spat between clenched yellow teeth, abruptly turning to press her forehead against Encantador’s neck. She did not allow any other part of her body to touch his. Time never moved fast enough when the sun set, and it seemed an eternity before the mild tremors thrumming through her muscles stilled. El Aran drew away from her partner and snorted again. "So," she said, her low voice calm. They might have been discussing the weather tomorrow— sunny, no doubt. "Where is my sister?" Aşk's eighth eye
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- [x] - By El Aran April 8, 2012 at 02:38:29 PM
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