If we climb this high; Nimbus/any Posted on July 14, 2013 at 05:29:24 AM by R A L E I G H
RaleighI swear we'll never die
I’ll find you, he had said. Round two, he had said.
Neither piece of his statement provided much comfort for the gold-colored mare. Sure, fighting was fun and all, and Nimbus was a decent opponent, but he was enormous, a full hand and a half taller than she. And he was draft through and through, to make things even better; a thoroughbred with his height would be like fighting a good-sized stick, while going at it with Nimbus was like fighting the fucking tree. Even so, it gave her some comfort to know that she could go all-out and probably not break him.
Well, she had no intention of being hunted, so she thought back to his mention of the dunes and, after a few days of wandering and hiding just because, she made her way in that direction. She knew she didn’t have to stay if she didn’t want to, though she also knew such a thought not only leaned toward stupid as opposed to brave but probably tackled the shit out of it. Raleigh was not so submissive as to just agree if he told her she must stay. It was that fact that might land her in trouble; she was strong and could run and fight, of course, but Nimbus was stronger and could probably outrun and outfight her if he was really determined to make her stay put.
Of course, she had no idea whether he was going to make her stay; in fact, she had no idea if he was even going to let her stay, or if he was going to kick her out of his territory by means of his promised re-match. Well, if there was one thing Raleigh was good at, it was not planning for anything. She would wing it, and the moment she confirmed that thought she was no longer troubled.
The muscular mare wove her way through such obstacles as trees and other horses until she hit the edge of the crossing isle. Her goldish skin and eyes gleamed as she pushed into the lip of the sea, the water splashing up and covering her with a wet shine. She paddled steadily, enjoying the constant push-pull of the currents around her and the rolling up and down motion of the waves. When she drew near the island of Salem and the shore of what she assumed to be Nimbus’s territory, she tried to spot the shapes of other horses, but had no luck.
Pulling herself out of the salty embrace of the ocean, she stood in the wet sand and shook her body to rid it of the surplus of water that could drip from her fur. Nimbus was nowhere in sight, and the dunes loomed over the mare, intimidating her the tiniest bit. She kept her eyes on their faces warily, taking a hesitant few steps forward until the sand under her hooves was dry and warm.
”Hello?” she called. ”Hey Nimbus, I know where you live now. You can stop hiding.”
Mare; 3; draft x mustang mutt; dunalino; ee aa Dd nCr nSb1 15.3hh; Lyric