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We found each other in the dark
Posted on November 8, 2017 at 05:59:46 PM by RUXIN






Through the black starless water,
And the cold lonely air.
On the rock restless seas.

That smell made him anxious. It made his gut churn into tight knots and he struggled to concentrate on grazing, despite the dull ache of hunger mixed in there somewhere, too. He tried to push through it, his jaws continuing to cycle and his teeth ripping at the blades of grass at his hooves. But eventually he gave up. The young stallion groaned, kicking up at his belly with a hind leg once, then twice, before giving in to the nervous itch that told him to just move. He kept his dull, dark gaze mostly on the ground before him, his eyes occasionally darting upward to glance around at the mostly empty meadow around him.

He wandered for hours, until the morning dew dried from the grass and leaves as the sun reached its peak at midday. Sweat began to pimple along the soft, pink skin of his nose and between his legs. It was still warm here, relatively speaking, compared to the brisker temperatures on the mainland. The young boy already had a heavily shagged coat, even if it was only the beginning of autumn. He kept moving, waiting for instinct to kick in, as if often did when he was lost or unsure of what to do next, but his brain nor his body offered no input. Instead the sourness continued to grow in his stomach, the dull ache becoming more present, sending staccato-like pangs through his core and shooting into his extremities. If he knew what it meant to be "worried" he probably felt it now.

Almost out of nowhere, a mare appeared. She trudged through the meadow from the direction of beach, paying no mind to anyone or anything in her way. She was so cheery, trotting through the tall grasses with an exuberant, gleeful expression across her maw, that for a second, this stranger reminded him of her. The smallest of smiles even cracked the boy's lips as he ventured somewhere else, albeit for a moment, when he was smaller and younger and lived back among the sand. Most of his memories were of her, his sister. The brief moments of clarity he could resume in his mind were of them mostly darting across the sands in a game of chase. He remembered how much he used to pester her then. The only other memory that was equally or moreso vivid was the afternoon he was urged to wake by his mother and Talya was no longer at his side. He remembers protesting against the palomino mare as she pushed him with snapping jaws away from the beach and back toward the oasis just as the sun was beginning to disappear beyond the horizon. Talya's scent was stale, but there were tracks nearby in the sand, and even the slump where her body once laid during their afternoon snooze. It was the first time Ruxin could remember feeling alarmed. Worried. Where was she? Why were they leaving without looking for her?

The memory sent a chill down the length of the stallion's spine. Luckily an ear-piercing call broke his train of thought, and as he blinked back the salty tears that pooled in his eyes, he saw that mare again, this time hurtling toward him. Ruxin stood motionless, two ear lobes pricked forward and at attention as she quickly closed the distance between them. Once he realized the young creamy-colored mare, his sibling counterpart, had no intention of stopping, his head shot high into the air, above his withers, and he tried to back up. But it was too late, they collided, bouncing off one another briefly, but before Ruxin could regain his composure the mare was still on him, her chin, her face, her hot exhales. He couldn't hide the grin any longer. "It's you." He said hoarsely, his voice weak from so long of little use. "It's really you." He confirmed, still stiff and awkward in his outer appearance, but his legs were moving in place, keeping him in an energetic prance. "I've missed you too." He said finally, his voice barely more audible than a whisper. And in an effort to return the affection she showed him, which did not go unappreciated, he clumsily draped his chin down her neck, his own nostrils flaring, taking in a different kind of familiar scent, one that would never make him feel sick.


R U X I N
Chestnut Overo | Stallion | Evaline X Psychedelic | 14.3 | Photo © Carina Mailwald |© Vinyl





ooc: no worries!!! Your post made my heart explode. <3 <3


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