Your King Asmodeus | ||
Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
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Posted on December 30, 2012 at 07:06:48 PM by el aran
The Desert was cold at night. High overhead, the full moon hung and cast its glow across the sand, coloring the coarse grit white. The sands almost looked soft. El Aran stood near the pool of the oasis and observed the reflection of the moon in the water. It looked close enough to touch, but she knew that was not true. Once, tempted as a filly, she’d splashed into the water to catch the moon and had been punished for making noise that could alert the Purebreds to the presence of the mixed herd. The black mare’s ears turned back at the memory, hate for the Purebreds sitting low in her gut as she damned them for wasting the childhood of not only her, but every other foal whose bloodlines were not “pure.” Orhan would never know such fear, and she thanked Aşk for that every day.
Ever since she had driven the Arabian stallion out (in her eyes, anyway; who knew what had truly prompted his disappearance), the seer had been on edge. Sleep did not come easily to her, and she felt the quick thrum of adrenaline burst through her system at every sudden noise. Even hearing her son romp about was enough to make her heart jump. Already thin, her constant surveillance of the empty sands around them and her persistent lack of decent sleep had thrown deep hollows in front of her hips. Earlier that day, when relieving an itch on her barrel, her teeth had knocked against the bones that rose beneath her flesh. She needed to eat. She needed rest: a deep, wholesome sleep to recharge. She needed to know that Orhan would be safe, and that if a predator came for water while she slept, she would wake in time to flee across the sun-soaked desert. But it was not safe. There was no herd in the Desert, only El Aran and her son. They had been alone for a very long time. She was almost tempted to take her son away, to travel to the soft dunes that rose in the distance and seek refuge with the herd there until she felt well enough to care for Orhan and herself again. But it would take more than exhaustion to drive her from the Desert, and El Aran refused to be defeated by her nerves. Soon, she promised herself as she dipped her head to lip at the water in front of her cracked hooves. She would sleep when the sun reached its peak, and the Desert was washed with suffocating heat. Soon. el aran
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- bright lights on a starless night - By giselle December 31, 2012 at 07:35:36 AM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran January 7, 2013 at 06:16:24 PM
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