who can you trust when everything you touch turns to gold Posted on July 14, 2025 at 04:48:08 AM by Mhidas
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Sand.
It was all the young male could see, taste, and touch. The storm wailed all around, howling through the hollow of the dune the overo sheltered in. His head slung low, ears pinning back against the storm. The small stallion had gotten lost ages ago. It had been a poor choice: trying to steer himself back toward the Desert in the middle off the storm. In trying to hurry and get home to his father's herd, Mhidas struggled through the initial gales much longer than he ought to have. Now he would have to deal with the consequences.
The whirling sand stung his eyes mercilessly. Particles of dust, sand, and silt flew in Mhidas' face viciously until the male hunkered down in the dune, finally cowed by the pain. His eyelids, burned and blistered by the sand, had swollen the stallion's eyes shut. The overo flicked his tail anxiously. Every line of his body was stiff and unsure as the burnished son of Helios relied on his ears to make sure the storm was winding down.
Painted shoulders twitched roughly. Loose dust drifted from the male's skin as Mhidas took a few hesitant steps. When he'd gotten restless that morning and needed a way to let off some steam, the paint hadn't imagined he would end up blinded and lost in a sandstorm. Golden ears strained toward the call of someone nearby. His own reply was a forlorn sound, a plea for help. Dust-blinded, Mhidas inched forward. Burned nostrils flared as the paint panted, waiting to see what help might come.