~ each day death crawls into my body
He travels beneath the shroud of night - beneath a blanket of sparkling stars and the pale light of crescent moon. His breath plumes around him in a foggy mist. Winter has wrapped its fingers around the Isles once more. Salem's warmth leaves his coat thin and causes a shudder in his body - a wonder that any leave the sands.
As the ocean floor rises to meet his hooves, he pushes through the surf and splashes onto the hardened sand. A cold breeze pushes itself into his coat and causes another shiver to rack his body. "Allaena," he curses beneath his breath as he pushes himself further up the shore and into the dense forest - in hopes that it would bring protection from the biting winds.
He moves gracefully beneath the naked boughs of the trees, his tail flags over his back and his dished head swivels atop his arched neck. A thin layer of glistening snow clings to the branches and naked bushes. It is barren. He does not slow until he is near the quaint clearing and the thunderous falls. He pushes himself through the naked branches and into the clearing where he pauses at the edge. His eyes sweep the clearing and linger on a familiar face. He did not catch her name the last time they had met just her scent and a brief touch.
He pushes himself forward, one hoof in front of the other, until she is just a breath away. His ears stand erect within his mess of knotted onyx mane. "I have remembered you.. Do you remember me?" he asks the woman. The moon's light pale light touches the delicate curves of muzzle and the gentle dish of her forehead. He dares to reach his whiskered muzzle towards her, a reminder of their first meeting all those months ago.
egyptian arabian mutt // 7 years old // Bay Rabicano // Stallion
Orhan x A'idah
protector of the badlands
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