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Posted on December 1, 2012 at 08:40:41 AM by el aran
It had been many, many days since anything of significance had happened in the Desert. El Aran was content. The sun’s heat rose off the sand and warmed her, though she stood out of the direct sunlight and in the shade of one of the tall trees in the oasis. The morning had passed swiftly while she grazed and now, in the lengthening afternoon, the seer turned her attention inward. She was alert while she contemplated the strange turn her life had taken, with one curved ear shifting here and there to cup the sounds of the desolate land around her. Nearly an entire year had passed since Encantador’s death. Her grief at discovering his fallen body among the sands had not brought her to her knees, but it had lingered. Even now, months later, sometimes her heart thudded with a heavier beat in her chest when she thought of him. It was easier to turn her attention to other things, and something that had concerned her for several days now was the lack of other horse life in the Desert.
The sands had been empty for three full seasons. There had been no one to keep her company except for the wind that sang mournful lullabies under the light of the moon, and the new life that had been developing steadily within her womb as spring neared its zenith. With the dunskin stallion gone from the world, the herd had dispersed. El Aran alone had remained in the Desert. This was her land, now. She would not leave it, and as the rest of the islands seemed content to leave the Desert sands alone there was no reason to fear she would ever be driven out. Truly, she would like to see someone try. But the stallions in this land seemed possessive of mares, almost obsessively so. Encantador himself had acquired her through thievery and stealth, although it was an arrangement that had ended up working out well for everyone involved. After all, if she had not met him, Orhan would never have been conceived. The black mare twisted an ear back to listen to her growing son. Eventually he might choose to leave the Desert, perhaps just long enough to explore the other islands and get a sense of the grander scale of the world, or perhaps forever. Maybe he would journey all the way to the mainland. El Aran hoped not. She shuddered and stamped her hoof, and in the distance a loud cry echoed out across the sands. She lifted her head and pointed her ears forward as her dark eyes scanned the horizon, but she could see no one out among the hazy heat. Only spirits walked the sands during midday, when the sun burned brightest and threatened to scald the frogs on the feet of fools. Still, it was the first sign of another horse in the Desert that El Aran had witnessed in over three seasons. She would greet the outsider the way she greeted every stranger. The black mare stepped away from the shade of the tree and looked out over the sands that surrounded the oasis. Her steady gaze did not waver from the general area where the scream had come from, and she shifted her weight to her back feet in anticipation of trouble. For once in her life, El Aran would not run. If there was danger out in the sands, she would protect her son with her hooves and teeth. el aran
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- the devil breathed,& there he was - By El Shetan December 2, 2012 at 06:48:02 PM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran December 3, 2012 at 05:30:11 AM
- the devil breathed,& there he was - By El Shetan December 5, 2012 at 08:28:46 PM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran December 16, 2012 at 05:15:00 PM
- the devil breathed,& there he was - By El Shetan December 5, 2012 at 08:28:46 PM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran December 3, 2012 at 05:30:11 AM
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