Posted on November 6, 2019 at 05:29:26 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. The way he mocks her and her title sets her on edge. The little yellow mare is enraged. She gallops off as fast as her slender legs will carry her. But the oppressive sun soon catches up with her vigor. It beats down on her golden back, and after some time, it becomes clear she is no match for the dry, hot air here. Her nostrils are flaring, and beads of sweat pimple the dark skin around her whiskered muzzle and eyes. Her coat dampens with the salty moisture around her chest and neck. She heaves for air for her scorching lungs, but no sharp inhale seems to satisfy. She can hear Bjorn hot on her heels - the methodical thump of his hooves creeping louder as he drew closer. The chase only made her more wild and manic. She raced in a straight line for as far as she could, until after several minutes, she bee-lined to the right, dropping her shoulder and turning swiftly on her hind-end, as she zeroed in on the incline of steep and sloping dune. Tavas couldn't see what came after it, but was foolishly willing to take the chance. It was just sand as far as she could see. The mare did not anticipate a steep decline once she crested the hill. "Leave me alone!" She shouted hoarsely at the stallion as she pushed on, exhaustion starting to hang heavily on her features. She labored through the last steps of the incline, nearly reaching the peak of the dune, before tripping and coming stumbling down onto her side, shoulder first. The momentum from her gallop helped push her body over the pinnacle point of the mountain of sand, and she slid easily down the other side, her body flipping and tumbling as her weight picked up speed. She squealed with fear, her golden legs flailing each time she took a somersault, until finally, she came to rest on her side at the bottom of the impressive hill. T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
