Posted on July 10, 2012 at 03:48:54 AM by Vesti
Vesti was one thing in particular: determined. It was determination that kept her alive while she was adrift. It was determination that prevented her from breaking so long ago. And she was dead set against even acknowledging this thing that took her. And so, when her thirst got to be too much under the baking sun, she set off.
If she couldn’t find the water, she would let it go. But she was not going to ask for help. She wasn’t going to seek out this thing. She wasn’t going to speak to it. But the problem was, the sorrel was not equipped for the baking heat, or for the endless waste that was the dunes.
But she didn’t care. She didn’t want to live here. She was quite certain that this must be hell - if the Ridge had been Paradise. And it must be it’s keeper. She was certain it came for the Demon Chestnut. But why did it take her? She had never done enough to be destined for Hell’s cursed shores. It hadn’t been her fault either.
She lifted her head. There was nothing. Nothing but drying grass and a baking sun. The mare dropped her head again and slid carefully down the far side of the dune she was on. This shadowy side was cooler than the other. But it did little to aid the thirst. This was going to be tough.
Well, she might as well walk till she couldn’t anymore.
Welcome to hell, Vesti, she thought miserably.
If she couldn’t find the water, she would let it go. But she was not going to ask for help. She wasn’t going to seek out this thing. She wasn’t going to speak to it. But the problem was, the sorrel was not equipped for the baking heat, or for the endless waste that was the dunes.
But she didn’t care. She didn’t want to live here. She was quite certain that this must be hell - if the Ridge had been Paradise. And it must be it’s keeper. She was certain it came for the Demon Chestnut. But why did it take her? She had never done enough to be destined for Hell’s cursed shores. It hadn’t been her fault either.
She lifted her head. There was nothing. Nothing but drying grass and a baking sun. The mare dropped her head again and slid carefully down the far side of the dune she was on. This shadowy side was cooler than the other. But it did little to aid the thirst. This was going to be tough.
Well, she might as well walk till she couldn’t anymore.
Welcome to hell, Vesti, she thought miserably.
{mare}[4]{sorrel ((ee//Aa))}[quarter horse x morgan]{dangerous dunes}[unknown heritage]{childless}[by blushie]
Replies:
- 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
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