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Posted on April 6, 2012 at 02:12:30 AM by El Aran
Recently, sleeping had seemed impossible. Her dreams had been filled with violence and terror and El Aran could not remain asleep during such episodes. Lately she’d woken herself from the nightmares as her body lunged forward to flee, and to avoid questions from Encantador the black mare had taken to spending the night apart from the rest of the herd, standing on the edge of the group to prevent waking anyone else with her fitful sleeping. The lack of rest was beginning to show on the desert mare. Napping when the sun was at its highest peak helped restore her energy, but her lackluster coat was beginning to look a little rough and right around sunset she often grew restless. The seer was musing on her problem when a cry cut the air. It was faint, and the black mare guessed it was not the first time the horse had made the call. Something about the voice struck a memory in the black mare, but it wasn’t until the call sounded again that she could pinpoint it. I looked everywhere for you. I looked and looked, through the storm. El Aran flung up a wave of sand from beneath her black hooves as she surged forward, neck outstretched as her hooves beat the ground and carried her at a dead run toward the source of the calls. She had no breath to spare for a cry, so she slowed a bit to send an answering whinny into the hot afternoon air before speeding up again. There, silhouetted at the crest of a low dune, stood a slim black and white mare El Aran had not thought to see again. Beside her was an almost identical mare. Stopping in slow, stumbling steps, the black mare stared up at the pair, befuddled. Was she viewing a mirage, an evil specter come to take her soul away from her body and leave her a mindless husk? Surely the lack of sleep had not begun to give her false prophecies— hallucinations were an indication of a diseased mind, not a mouthpiece for the gods. El Aran refused to believe her mental health had degraded so severely. She stared up at the two and tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia |
Replies:
- i see it in your eyes, you'll be all right - By encantador April 8, 2012 at 05:29:40 PM
- Lead me to the slaughter - By Daenerys April 9, 2012 at 00:31:06 AM
- i wear this crown of thorns - By scylla April 15, 2012 at 06:35:17 AM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran April 20, 2012 at 05:16:42 AM
- in your eyes I would hide - By encantador April 20, 2012 at 06:06:05 PM
- x - By Canta April 25, 2012 at 05:45:08 PM
- in your eyes I would hide - By encantador April 20, 2012 at 06:06:05 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran April 20, 2012 at 05:16:42 AM
- i wear this crown of thorns - By scylla April 15, 2012 at 06:35:17 AM
- Lead me to the slaughter - By Daenerys April 9, 2012 at 00:31:06 AM
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