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~ defined by no man, you are your own story,
Posted on July 15, 2021 at 11:24:21 PM by Innayat






~ defined by no man, you are your own story,


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A smile touches her ashen lips as she eyes her father - he slumbers quietly in the deep of the night with Costello at his side and their foal in a pile at their hooves. Atleast she assumes the filly is his - they were marked very similarly and she held that same proud flicker in her eyes. She pushes herself away from them, the space between this is cold and she almost turns back. To curl herself against his side as she has done so many times before ... but a voice beckons her deeper into the sands.

Her hooves move soundlessly across the shifting sands, her heart hammers wildly against her ribs and excitement vibrates her body. It is just her and Khons, the ever vigilant moon god, who now guides her path across the dunes.

۞ ۞ ۞


Sweat darkens her tawny hide and her breath whistles through her nostrils as she slows at the top of a dune. Her dark eyes are vibrant and bright as she looks over the vast expanse of sand that spreads out before her. Her eyes sweep back and forth until a flash catches her eyes - the reflection of Khons off of the surface of a rare desert oasis.

She descends the dune and trots slowly toward the cool pool, her tail flags over her haunches and her ears gracefully brush against each other. She does not slow at the water's edge but enters the cooling waters. As it touches her skin it washes the sweat and dust from her tawny coat. A content sigh passes her lips. She lifts her brilliant blue eyes to the dark heavens overhead - thousands of stars dance and sparkle.

"Bless you Khons," she breathes a silent prayer. A prayer for her father and for her mother. And with her prayer, she closes her brilliant eyes. She listens to the lapping of the water against the sand and the hum of the cicadas within the reeds. A moment of peace in the deepest night. She is truly blessed.



I n n a y a t

desert warrioress

Marwari Mutt | 4 years old | 15.0 | Mare | Buckskin Rabicano Sabino


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