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i'll get under your skin
Posted on August 29, 2020 at 04:48:28 PM by Corona



She knew she was being watched while she challenged the storm and she reveled in the attention, even if it wasn't the admirable kind she was used to. Her audience was only a bonus as she faced down her real adversary, the storm itself. Her squeals and screams seemed to meld with the dark clouds that hovered overhead, her hooves beating the sand with every roar of thunder that shook the earth. She felt like Allah had blessed her in those moments to feel the true power of a god. So as the clouds danced away over the horizon, she snorted and tossed her head in victory, mane and tail billowing in the wind left behind as she turned her gaze on the stallion who stood before her by the oasis. He smelled strongly of the Dunes and the borders so she had to wonder if this was the leader she had yet to meet. Of course, she'd only met Sayyida and Atair up to this point and that needed to change, pronto. She was a social creature after all.

They simply stared at each other for the longest time, neither willing to break eye contact or the silence with words. It was almost comforting for a moment. The stallion's gaze grew distant for a moment though, as if his thoughts were far away from this meeting and Corona stomped her hoof in the sand, disappointment making her skin twitch. She knew she wasn't boring so why couldn't he stay in the moment? After what felt like forever, the golden bay huffed and when he looked back at her, it was with his own eyes this time. Snorting with indignation, she pricked her ears to his words that graced the air. "Or I have simply fallen under Allah's favor." She retorted. Making her way down the dune, she lowered her head to sniff at the water's surface before stepping lightly into the pool. She walked in till she was knee deep then used her muzzle to push around the dirt that swirled to the surface before taking a long deep drink. Lifting her head when she was done, she pricked her ears at him again. "So what's your excuse?"


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