Posted on July 12, 2012 at 04:46:28 AM by Vesti
There were calls above the heap of fur. Deep, penetrating ones. A sea of sand was little different than a sea of water. Would she be bound to the sea forever? Likely. It would always be there. Torturing her. That is, unless the vultures had their way. Then she would be cast free of the confines of need and want.
But Vesti was not so willing to give up. No. As broken as she was, she had something in her. A rare fire. Somewhere, deep down, the mare knew that she was not yet dead. Understood that this was not going to be her end. A fighter’s blood - that stubborn streak.
Her ears twitched when she heard the gentle crunch of sand nearby. Was it just the wind? A dark eye opens. No, she thought bitterly. It isn’t… Do you want to die? No. Than hate him in secret. Take time. But darling, he knows this place. She scoffed at the voice in her head. The voice of reason. Some reason. Again - if you don’t want to die, get his help.
Defeated by her better reason, Vesti lifted her head. She was going to have to get that thing’s help. It didn’t change her opinion of it. This didn’t make what it did right. She wasn’t giving it the joy of a rank, sex, or even living creature in her mind. But sadly, it had something that she didn’t. It had the ability to get her to the things she needed.
Namely water.
She lifted her head and gave a very throaty call. It was rough, rough as the sand around her. It was dry. It was a call for help. Pride was not something Vesti possessed much of. At least, not yet.
But Vesti was not so willing to give up. No. As broken as she was, she had something in her. A rare fire. Somewhere, deep down, the mare knew that she was not yet dead. Understood that this was not going to be her end. A fighter’s blood - that stubborn streak.
Her ears twitched when she heard the gentle crunch of sand nearby. Was it just the wind? A dark eye opens. No, she thought bitterly. It isn’t… Do you want to die? No. Than hate him in secret. Take time. But darling, he knows this place. She scoffed at the voice in her head. The voice of reason. Some reason. Again - if you don’t want to die, get his help.
Defeated by her better reason, Vesti lifted her head. She was going to have to get that thing’s help. It didn’t change her opinion of it. This didn’t make what it did right. She wasn’t giving it the joy of a rank, sex, or even living creature in her mind. But sadly, it had something that she didn’t. It had the ability to get her to the things she needed.
Namely water.
She lifted her head and gave a very throaty call. It was rough, rough as the sand around her. It was dry. It was a call for help. Pride was not something Vesti possessed much of. At least, not yet.
{mare}[4]{sorrel ((ee//Aa))}[quarter horse x morgan]{dangerous dunes}[unknown heritage]{childless}[by blushie]
Replies:
- 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
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