Posted on August 7, 2018 at 03:39:42 PM by RUXIN
 And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. He wheezed a bit as he walked, his bone-dry throat and nose rattling with every inhale and exhale. But he was standing upright, and that was something. He watched behind his tired eyes as this stranger looked at him with concern across his face. Ruxin wasn't sure what to make of it -- if he was standing and moving about, he wasn't as close to death as he hoped. But the turmoil he felt, from nearly every inch of his battered body, revealed that despite his suicide attempt and despite his clearly painful injuries, his body was trying to survive. It seemed this stranger, too, was determined to aid him. For a second, the painted stallion considered laying down again. He tried to croak out to this stallion that it was no use. He wanted to die. But the stallion was kind, and clearly going out of his way to help him. It filled Ruxin with a sensation he wasn't used to feeling -- gratitude. So many had passed by him in his life. His own mother left him to die. It was only his sister, Talya, who ever saw any worth in him, and now she was dead. Realizing that now stung deeply all over again. But this stranger's face, and his words pulled him from that despair. He listened to the stallion's instructions and bobbed his head meekly in understanding. He took small, short strides at first. His swollen hind ankle dragged and sputtered in protest. But still, he moved forward. As the sand shifted to grass and dirt, Ruxin's body leaned to the side, pressing against the larger stud on several occasions. His guidance would help steady him in his most vulnerable and often painful moments. Slowly but surely, the sound of battering waves grew less and less. Trees began to shade them from overhead. Eventually Ruxin could make out the sound of a rumbling creek in the distance, even with his hazy, water-filled ears. When his eyes first spied the bank of the creek, he attempted to nicker in thankfulness. He stumbled forward without the other brute's help and came crashing down to his knees among the pebbles and the mud in the shallow water. The cool, fresh stream felt pleasant on his aching joints. And it was much easier to drink from this vantage point anyway. The stallion pursed his chapped lips together and drank feverishly, the cold temperature of the fluids stinging at first, but then becoming so soothing and satisfying. He drank until he couldn't hold his breath any longer. Then he gasped to fill his tired lungs, remnants of his drink splurging from his open lips. His tired eyes looked back to find the stallion who'd helped him here, and offered him a weak, but appreciative smirk. "Thanks." He managed to say, his voice so hoarse and scratchy, it was barely more audible than a whisper. "Where are we?" Chestnut Overo | Stallion | Evaline X Psychedelic | 14.3 | Photo © Carina Mailwald |© Vinyl |
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