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Posted on January 30, 2014 at 04:55:08 PM by v e s t i
V e s t i
of course i was a f r a i d
It would appear that Vesti’s presence had not gone unnoticed. The sorrel had picked up her head at the sound of muffled hoofbeats in sound. Her eyes had widened slightly. A life of loneliness did leave her more than a little skittish. Easy there girl, the Voice soothed. You don’t know. It could be anything.
Vesti spotted him on a dune not too far. Stallion by smell; but none she had known out here. Oh wonderful, apparently things had changed since she last crept by this particular oasis. She considered taring off across the dunes again. Oh, no you don’t! If the Voice had been real, it would have been pulling at her as she dug her hindquarters into the sand preparing to spin about.
The stallion trotted closer. He seemed recently arrived, judging from the clumps of heavy coat he had. Vesti’s own was light and smooth. It was suited for her life on Salem. Anywhere else, she might have frozen to death. Well, perhaps not on Atlantis. This stallion, though, did not look happy to see her. Ears pinned, stiff bodied. Oh how he reminded her of Badr the day he drove her from the Ridge.
She snorted and lowered her head. Vesti! Don’t do anything stupid! Vesti!
“Shut up!” She hissed to her side as the stallion trotted closer. “Your opinions have gotten us into trouble before. Hush! Let me do the talking!” She turned to see the stallion just in front of her now. His voice rolled out.
Gulp. Now or not at all.
“The oasis,” She stated, lifting her own head. She was trying to look like she knew what she was doing. She did, of course, but she also had no idea. She wanted to get a drink. “I wanted a drink and a rest in the shade. That’s my business.” She looked over the stallion. “My name is Vesti. And I have been traveling this island backwards and forwards for several years.”
This stallion smelled vaguely familiar. Like his scent had been caught on a desert storm once or twice. She snorted. It sounded strange enough — after all, she’d been this way not too long before and smelled him not. He also had that ratty half-cold half-warm coat which indicated he’d been elsewhere. Somewhere cold and long enough to grow that layer of fuz.
|| mare || seven springs || 15.0hh || morgan x quarter horse || sorrel || belongs to salem || grai and kel ||
|| unknown x unknown || blushie ||
|| unknown x unknown || blushie ||
but I wasn't going to let fear s t o p me
Replies:
- waiting for a ride in the dark - By O R H A N January 31, 2014 at 05:49:08 PM
- look down! look down! - By v e s t i February 2, 2014 at 05:56:18 PM
- waiting for a ride in the dark - By O R H A N February 7, 2014 at 02:45:07 PM
- you're here until you die! - By v e s t i February 7, 2014 at 03:48:23 PM
- waiting for a ride in the dark - By O R H A N February 8, 2014 at 02:36:21 PM
- the sun is strong - By v e s t i February 11, 2014 at 05:27:01 AM
- x - By Orhan February 16, 2014 at 03:09:45 PM
- the sun is strong - By v e s t i February 11, 2014 at 05:27:01 AM
- waiting for a ride in the dark - By O R H A N February 8, 2014 at 02:36:21 PM
- you're here until you die! - By v e s t i February 7, 2014 at 03:48:23 PM
- waiting for a ride in the dark - By O R H A N February 7, 2014 at 02:45:07 PM
- look down! look down! - By v e s t i February 2, 2014 at 05:56:18 PM
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