Posted on July 8, 2012 at 03:50:57 AM by Vesti
Would it be wrong for her to hate?
Hatred, after all, was more a poison to the creature that hated rather than the target. And yet, the seeds were planted. Would they grow to bare the evil fruit? Time alone would tell.
On the other hand, the sorrel was too terrified to care about such emotions. She stood there on the dunes. Simply stood, dripping wet. Eyes so wide that you could see the whites. Her legs were spread, this was hardly a relaxed stance. Her head was low, but the neck was tense - out straight like a board. Her breaths were simply wet wheezes. Her mane and tail were limp, she didn’t even bother to swat at the assaulting flies. She didn’t bother to shake.
Would she even bother to move? At the moment, there was no such thought in her mind. Were there even thoughts? Perhaps not. Every part of her was a shaking, terrified mass of hair. This creature was not even equine. It was a simple, primal being. Had her sanity finally been pushed beyond the point of no return?
That was not only possible but likely. The sorrel’s mind had been broken before. Too broken to even dream of release. She’d been making progress under the cloudy skies and many peaks of the Ridge. She had begun to become comfortable with life. Then the other had come. And he had forced her back into the Sea. Force was something Vesti had been used to. And she had fought him, not so much to stay in the Ridge but to stay out of the ocean’s cruel embrace.
And she had not been strong enough.
So now, was she broken? Was she finally beaten? Was this the Sea’s parting gift? Proving once again that It alone had power over where she would be. What she would do. What she could be.
The broken mare simply stood. Dripping wet, not bothering to swat the flies or shake her hide. She simply stood because that’s all she could do until her legs, too fail. And maybe then, she would finally die.
Hatred, after all, was more a poison to the creature that hated rather than the target. And yet, the seeds were planted. Would they grow to bare the evil fruit? Time alone would tell.
On the other hand, the sorrel was too terrified to care about such emotions. She stood there on the dunes. Simply stood, dripping wet. Eyes so wide that you could see the whites. Her legs were spread, this was hardly a relaxed stance. Her head was low, but the neck was tense - out straight like a board. Her breaths were simply wet wheezes. Her mane and tail were limp, she didn’t even bother to swat at the assaulting flies. She didn’t bother to shake.
Would she even bother to move? At the moment, there was no such thought in her mind. Were there even thoughts? Perhaps not. Every part of her was a shaking, terrified mass of hair. This creature was not even equine. It was a simple, primal being. Had her sanity finally been pushed beyond the point of no return?
That was not only possible but likely. The sorrel’s mind had been broken before. Too broken to even dream of release. She’d been making progress under the cloudy skies and many peaks of the Ridge. She had begun to become comfortable with life. Then the other had come. And he had forced her back into the Sea. Force was something Vesti had been used to. And she had fought him, not so much to stay in the Ridge but to stay out of the ocean’s cruel embrace.
And she had not been strong enough.
So now, was she broken? Was she finally beaten? Was this the Sea’s parting gift? Proving once again that It alone had power over where she would be. What she would do. What she could be.
The broken mare simply stood. Dripping wet, not bothering to swat the flies or shake her hide. She simply stood because that’s all she could do until her legs, too fail. And maybe then, she would finally die.
{mare}[4]{sorrel ((ee//Aa))}[quarter horse x morgan]{dangerous dunes}[unknown heritage]{childless}[by blushie]
Replies:
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 9, 2012 at 11:25:55 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 9, 2012 at 11:37:17 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 10, 2012 at 01:41:26 AM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 10, 2012 at 03:48:54 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 11, 2012 at 09:09:33 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 12, 2012 at 04:46:28 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 12, 2012 at 07:06:50 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 12, 2012 at 07:31:10 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 12, 2012 at 11:44:20 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 13, 2012 at 09:41:07 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 14, 2012 at 08:41:50 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 20, 2012 at 11:50:43 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 22, 2012 at 07:53:27 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 25, 2012 at 03:26:22 PM
- x. - By badr July 31, 2012 at 06:33:28 AM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 25, 2012 at 03:26:22 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 22, 2012 at 07:53:27 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 20, 2012 at 11:50:43 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 14, 2012 at 08:41:50 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 13, 2012 at 09:41:07 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 12, 2012 at 11:44:20 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 12, 2012 at 07:31:10 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 12, 2012 at 07:06:50 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 12, 2012 at 04:46:28 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 11, 2012 at 09:09:33 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 10, 2012 at 03:48:54 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 10, 2012 at 01:41:26 AM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 9, 2012 at 11:37:17 PM
Post a reply: