Posted on September 2, 2021 at 02:52:28 AM by Innayat
 Days had transformed into a month since she had her heated moment with Fiero. A moment that led to the swell of her belly and the sudden irritating rise in her hormones. She found herself even quicker to anger, quicker to snap her teeth and then as if on command - cry. It was all annoying and cumbersome. Today, she found herself lazily settled beneath the sweltering heat, sweat pricks beneath her mane and across her shoulders. A few flies buzz around and land on her twitching belly, sometimes they bit her and drew blood, other times they just sat there. Annoying. Her curled ears lay back against her neck as she jerks her head toward her belly to ward them off. "Pesky creatures," she grumbles to herself. Her ears twitch atop her crown as the familiar sound of hooves through shifting sands draws closer. Her eyes narrow and her brows furrow. Perhaps, Fiero had finally come to throw himself at her hooves and beg her forgiveness. Or maybe it was father, come to rescue her from her loneliness. Her brilliant blue eyes follow the sound and are drawn to an unfamiliar intruder trekking across the dunes and straight to the pool at her own hooves. The colossal mare - who was quite out of her element - stomps through the sands and then plunges herself into the cool waters. Innayat's ears waver atop her neck, as a mix of emotions flood into her body. Angery. Annoyance. Pity. She swallows back the sarcastic words that threaten to fall from her lips and decides on a more diplomatic start to their conversation. "I take you are not from around here then," she pauses as her eyes sweep over the mare "and that you must certainly be lost." She shifts her weight uncomfortably from hoof to hoof as she tries to find a comfortable stance. "By now you have probably figured out why this place is called the Dunes." a smirk tugs at her pink lips. Finally, someone to talk to. Not that she didn't enjoy her conversations with the various desert birds or occasional fish as it swam through the reeds in the oasis. She was actual flesh and blood - who could actually talk back. Dune Walker Marwari Mutt | 4 years old | 15.0 | Mare | Buckskin Rabicano Sabino |
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