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Posted on February 7, 2012 at 10:14:11 PM by encantador
 It had been a couple days since the seasonal rains had swept across the land, and thankfully, the desert was no longer completely devoid of life. Cactuses here and there remained unchanged, but the dry, baked land had seemed to melt together into one great muddy field in the aftermath of the flood, and the oasis that Encantador had abandoned due to its dried-up resources had suddenly surged back into existence, the pond refilled with knee-deep brackish water and the greenery that cupped its shallow banks blooming with pale vibrance. Once the majority of the flood water had drained away, the desert had resumed normality, its flat, cracked earth returning to the previous dismal state of dust that Encantador knew so well but for the select few previous gems of sustenance such as his oasis which he no longer spent a day apart from. The air was still humid with the hint of more rain, and clouds gathered in the distance, but there was nothing so threatening as the storm that had passed over days ago, and he now ventured freely among his home, no longer worried about being drenched to the bone or being caught in a sudden flash flood. Razvan had departed - potentially for the last time, judging by how sickly he had looked before he made the brave trek across the ocean - but in his wake Encantador had made a promise, and that was to look after the small family he'd created if he didn't return. Thus it was that he found himself curiously eyeing the chestnut pair who galloped across the dunes which undulated endlessly further inland. They were moving too fast for him to catch up to him lest he also gallop, and so he only watched mare and foal until suddenly, the larger, darker red creature took a tumble down the side of a sandy hill and out of his sight. His heart leapt into his throat, and for a moment he only stood there, wondering if his eyes had decieved him. But duty called, and so the lithe dunskin cantered briskly towards where the pair had disappeared behind the tawny knoll, the humid air sweeping across his sun-bleached coat and whipping him into a frothy sweat more quickly than usual. He crested the place the mare had fallen just minutes later and found himself sliding downwards in the sand; shifting his weight lest he also fall, he situated himself once on the flat ground and surveyed what lay before him, his black nostrils flared to show pink. The foal, though almost as red as her mother, had the roaning of Razvan, and suddenly, there was no doubt in his mind as to who this pair was. Snorting with concern, he lowered his head to meet the mare's gaze directly. "Are... are you all right? I saw you fall." html, text, and character by shiva |
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- Born From The Devil Herself. - By Alexa & Neassa February 10, 2012 at 06:47:04 PM
- a welcome arrow through the heart - By encantador February 10, 2012 at 09:21:07 PM
- x - By Shiva March 2, 2012 at 01:58:18 PM
- a welcome arrow through the heart - By encantador February 10, 2012 at 09:21:07 PM
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