Posted on July 31, 2023 at 00:37:35 AM by quitaque
It wasn’t as if the buckskin mare had a choice where the ocean decided to spit her up. So, ungratefully and ungracefully, she scrambled up from the salty water’s grasp onto the shore. There she stood squinting her green eyes against the bright sun, gazing out across the expanse of heat and sand as if it had done nothing but disgust her. What sort of nightmare was this? If not for the exhaustion in her multicolored legs, Quitaque might have turned around and flung herself back into the waters in hopes of a better outcome. But this is what she was given, and for now, this is what she would have to take.
Shaking her delicate head, tossing about her wet locks of silver hair, the mare ventured away from the shore and further inland. She hoped to find something to eat, somewhere to hide from the sun, and most importantly, find something to drink. The salt that still clung to her tongue had also disgusted the stench of male until she had begun to dry some and make it further inland. “Ugh” she huffed when she did finally scent it fresh on the wind, giving her pause from her aimless wandering in the territory. Head turning, she searched around her and into the distance to see if she could spot him. When she didn’t, Quitaque gave an announcing and demanding call. Perhaps the strong and handsome stallion of this territory could rescue her. Whatever. She would use him for her needs, and then show herself out once she had recovered from her swim.
quitaque
i am the end
i am the end
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