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Posted on June 21, 2013 at 03:18:19 PM by O R H A N
 "Dust becomes us all, in the end, They had parted amicably, though reluctantly, and Orhan had watched the bag of bones that was his mother leave the desert with a heavy heart. Into the sea she had vanished, and for hours he had stood and stared at that spot with a cold, empty feeling in his belly. El Aran had been his rock, his everything: all he had known since the day he was born. With her departure also fled his childhood and everything dear and familiar. Now, he was truly alone, with no one to talk to or fall back on. What's worse, he was uncertain he would ever see her again. She had not seemed well these past months, and a darker side of him worried she would not be strong enough to survive the sea again.
A week had passed in numbness. He hardly slept. He could not eat. Then, one night, it had come on him like a wave, and he had collapsed onto the baking hot ground and wept his heart out. He had never felt more like a child in those moments, completely alone, terrified, and overwhelmed by responsibility. He was starved for company, and spent his days reclined beside the oasis, staring at the sand and remembering days gone by. He tried to recall all the lessons his mother had ever taught him, the ones that might give him the confidence to know what to do with himself, but they would not come. He wished he had listened better. The scent reached him like a dream one day, carried along the tides of a hot, dusty breeze. Orhan had always been scrawny, but his ribs and hip bones were particularly prominent, like little peaks jutting from the gentle hills of his body, as he lay on his side in the sand beside the main oasis. He did not react for a long time to the unfamiliar scent. He was in oblivion, completely uncaring about anyone and anything. If it was a rival stallion come to kill him, then so be it, as far as he was concerned. It wasn't until a second scent, mingling and mixing with the first, hit his nostrils like a wake-up slap, that something within him stirred into life. He was so weak it took him several attempts to stand upright, but eventually he found them with his eyes, two figures dancing in the heat waves a considerable distance away. One of them was undoubtedly Arcana. The skinny colt collected what energy was left in him and stumbled up the nearest dune, hooves slipping and sliding and belly clenching with excitement as he perched himself atop it and lifted himself onto his hind legs. The resounding cry that escaped from his throat was shrill and undulating, like the song of a sickly bird. His head was swimming and his skin twitching from the sudden exertion, but he made himself stand there where they could see them, so they might know which direction to travel in. All the same, he could not help but curse. "Tanrılar," he spat, with equal parts incredulity and frustration. Why did they have to arrive today? O R H A N EL ARAN x ENCANTADOR two; mustang; buckskin; 15'1hh; played by shiva |
Replies:
- the girl who became a tree - By Arcana June 24, 2013 at 09:37:06 PM
- we aren't caught up in your love affair - By carys June 25, 2013 at 06:55:53 AM
- dust becomes us all - By O R H A N July 2, 2013 at 12:50:13 PM
- the girl who became a tree - By Arcana July 20, 2013 at 01:23:01 AM
- dust becomes us all - By O R H A N July 2, 2013 at 12:50:13 PM
- we aren't caught up in your love affair - By carys June 25, 2013 at 06:55:53 AM
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