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~ never ever mistake her silence for weakness.
Posted on August 5, 2020 at 00:01:17 AM by Dhaniyā

~ never ever mistake her silence for weakness, A breath expels from her flaring nostrils. It plumes around her into the still midnight air. It is a lonely plight - just her and vast ocean. Her lithe body cuts through the water with every stroke with each even stroke she begins to feel the fatigue creep into her muscles. It is a slow creep - it starts in the muscles of legs, then it crawls its way up into her chest and her hindquarters. ◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦ "''ant la fayida" he growled. His voice was low and barely audible above the whisper of the crickets amongst the oasis grasses. She kept her dark gaze glued to the sands at her hooves, her head lowered and her lips tightly sealed together. She wanted to scream and to yell but she knew it would only fan the flames. His wrath was like that of the searing sun that relentlessly burned the sands - it seared the skin and left one scolded when exposed for too long. He stepped closer. His breath was heavy and hot on her nape, his dark eyes narrowed and his tongued tsked against the roof of his mouth in disapproval. "'Ya rouhi, daeuna nuhawil maratan 'ukhraa", she whispered and turned her chin up slightly, avoiding his gaze. They told her it is a wives duty to provide sons. It is a wives duty to please their husband. She loathed every moment she spent in his presence. She hated the feel of his breath on her nape and his teeth on her withers. She swallowed the bile that crept into her throat as the memories of their coupling flooded back to the forefront of her memory. "Ghadaan," he grumbled "allaylat 'ant tajealni maridana." Relief and dread filled her all in one breath. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she hoped would never come. ◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦•◦ She struggles against the waves - they tug her spent body to and fro - even threaten to drown her beneath the surface. She kicks out with futile strokes each one grows more weary then the last. But hust as feels the last of her reserves being spent, she looks up to see a distant shore. Her heart leaps into her throat. She made it. The water churns around her delicate legs as she stumbles through the surf until finally she stands on hard sand. Water runs in rivulets down her bright crimson coat, it clings to the knots and gnarls of her mane. She hangs her head wearily and her gaunt sides heave. Many days and nights were spent in the desert and then to cross the vast ocean - almost took the rest of her with it. Curled ears come together as she glances around her - a vast desert stretches out as far as the eye can see. It is lit by the early morning sun, hints of pink and oranges set the desert sands ablaze. They dance and sparkle beneath her watchful eyes. She does not have the strength to wander further inland - surely it would be a cruel way to end - to wander beneath the glare of the sun until she succumbs to Ra. At-least here the sea breeze is cool and the surf can lap at her heels. silent woman of the mahrib Marwari - 4 years - 14.2 hh - Mare - Panagre Bay Min Sabino

translation:
'ant la fayida: you are of no use
Ya rouhi, daeuna nuhawil maratan 'ukhraa: my soul, let us try again
Ghadaan: Tomorrow
allaylat 'ant tajealni maridana: Tonight, you make me sick


Replies:

• ✧ swift, racing the four winds. - By a l d e b a r a n August 8, 2020 at 00:43:25 AM
  • remember that sometimes the air stills, - By Dhaniyā August 9, 2020 at 07:21:17 PM
    • ✧ swift, racing the four winds. - By a l d e b a r a n September 6, 2020 at 02:49:53 AM