C R O W
It was early morning; the sun had yet to break over the horizon with only a dim glimmer or its presence reflecting against the inky sky. A strange fog had settled across the shore; not thick enough to hinder sight but enough to give a nervous soul something to be wary of. The waves crashed against the beaten sands, a telltale sign of the oncoming storm that threatened to unleash its fury upon the otherwise peaceful island. Just like from nightmares, something dark stirred in the churning waters before rising up onto the land. Foam and seaweed covered its dripping flesh; long tendrils of hair matted and tangled along its neck as eyes just as black as its skin glared across the open expanse of shore. But it was not a monster that had risen from those merciless waters. Instead it was a returning soul; a equine that had finally made it home.
Thin delicate legs stumble forward; muscles beneath that ebony skin quiver from both fright and exhaustion to the point the mare is unsure if she can stand much less walk. But she must; the coming storm was growing stronger and the lightening in the sky was growing brighter while its growls grew deeper and more threatening. The boiling clouds now covered the weak light; casting the Island into shadows once more but as the mare made her way from the crashing waves, she walked with a stride of confidence; one that was only gained by familiarity in such darkness. She followed an invisible trail that lead her through even the roughest terrain; her hooves sure and steady among the rocks as she drew farther away from Paradise and more into the heartland of the Ridge.
When she finally reached her destination the storm was right behind her. The wind was strong and if not for her determination it might have blown the exhausted mare over. But she had made it inside a small cave tucked away in the crevices of the tall towering stones that made up the Ridge's rocky outcrop. It was there that she lowered her body down to the cool stone; legs tucking beneath her as her chin rested on her knees. Dark eyes slowly closed and slowly she fell asleep to the howling of the wind outside of the cave.
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Sunlight trickling into the cave cast across the mare's face making her slowly rouse from her deep slumber. Blinking open her dark eyes that appeared just as black as her inky skin, the mare realized she must as slept away most of the day for the sun to reach inside the cave. Sore legs push herself up to stand and she walks out of the cave to peer out to the sun that now rested on the opposite horizon from when she had arrived. The storm had long since past only leaving a few fallen palms and scattered vegetation to even show it had come and gone.
It was a growling belly and the thirst that gnawed at the mare that finally put her in motion. Moving away from her shelter, she began to pick her way to a small cluster of palms that hid away a small crystal clear pool where she could quench her thirst and graze at the delicate grasses along its edge. The thought alone pleased the mare, but the intruding scent of others did not. Nostrils flaring, the mare began to pick up the scent of others. It was stale only because the storm had washed away the fresh but there was many and it would not be long until she was found. The dark mare's ears pinned at the thought but she did not detour her course and as she reached the small pool she lowered her head to get a drink; ignoring her reflection of matted mane and tangled seaweed.
female // mutt // fifteen.one // three // black [EE/aa] // frost
chavez x aster |
