Post by Tazl on May 11, 2008 11:01:54 GMT -5
Most equines will charish at least one thing as the greatest thing they have. Most else of what the have is merely cast aside as not so important. They don't realize that they could lose this one special thing, and they end up devastated when they do. Even though they have many other things to charish, they only think about whatever was most special and close to their heart. Imagine being one of the those people who can't understand they still have something to hold onto. Now imagine being one of those souls who know they could still hold on, but have nothing left to hold on to. Nothing but themselves. Alone...
The sky growled at the earth and light frightened who usually cherished it, as the wind howled to the beasts that roamed the land. It would appear to anyone who didn't understand how rain worked that the sky had been smashed by a great hoof and was now draining onto the earth. Small animals darted for cover as water towered over the land. Small pools of murky, muddy water were begining to form in small dips in the ground, and the small creeks were starting to rise above their normal level and flood the bank. Most equines and other animals of Ettlemear know the saying "spring showers bring flowers" but what do they say about spring downpours?
From a dampened bush stepped something hard to identify. It was apparently very waterlogged, its silvery tail soaking and its golden pelt dripping with raindrops. The creature shook itself once, scattering drops across the already soaked ground. After its mane had been removed from its profile, one could easily tell it was a horse, a mare to be more specific. She drug her hooves as she moved, and her head was dipped as if discouraged highly. A bolt of lighting whipped across the sky and she didn't even notice. The mare just moved, slowly, across the damp grassland, only lifting her head once to look for a suitable place to shelter.
Once Cleone had found the small rock overlook to hide under, her pace moved to a slgihtly faster trot, but she slowed as soon as she had reached the overlook. She shook herself again, raindrops flying like liquid projectiles. The femme laid her dampened body across the ground under the overlook and just lay there, silently. Even as the repeated falling of raindrops from the overlook splashed on her nose, she did not move. Just lay there, replaying the scene over and over in her head.
Blood everywhere, I saw my father fighting off their leader. He was so brave, he didn't care what happened to him, only that I was safe. My older brother battling another stallion a bit older than him. I saw my father crash to the floor, the other stallion kiched him, pushed his hooves down in him, beating him into the ground, until his sides moved no more. My brother; the older stallion brough a blow to his head which must have shattered his skull because he dropped like a stone pushed in a lake. I screamed, so loud, but my voice was lost in the jumble of shrill neighs. I heard my mother calling to me. She was telling me to run, run far, so I did. But as I turned around, I saw the same stallion who killed my father come and repeat history for me.
Cleone closed her eyes, the pain still unbearable. The time it took her to run away felt so short, but it seemed so long ago that all this had happened. The sights and sounds kept playing in her mind, and the palomino mare could bare it no longer, but she didn't know how to make the images stop. It even seemed like the rain falling outside blended to show images of the brother falling, her father and mother being beat to death. Cleone wondered if this experience would drive her insane. Already she was scarred for life; she had lost all family she had ever known. It was useless trying to close her eyes, sleep would never come.
After a few hours staring out into nothing, letting the falling rain give her the most comfort she could get at the moment, it all subsided. The clouds went their separate ways, and the sun regained its controll of the skies. Cleone let out a long sigh, standing up as she did so. Her legs ached from her long run and from lying on them too long, but the pain didn't seem to affect her. she stepped outside the overlook and peered around. Large brown eyes scanned the land, yet no sign of any horse could be seen. H-h-hello? The mare stuttered across her words, not even sure if anyone was there to answer.
word count: 801
charrie: Cleone
The sky growled at the earth and light frightened who usually cherished it, as the wind howled to the beasts that roamed the land. It would appear to anyone who didn't understand how rain worked that the sky had been smashed by a great hoof and was now draining onto the earth. Small animals darted for cover as water towered over the land. Small pools of murky, muddy water were begining to form in small dips in the ground, and the small creeks were starting to rise above their normal level and flood the bank. Most equines and other animals of Ettlemear know the saying "spring showers bring flowers" but what do they say about spring downpours?
From a dampened bush stepped something hard to identify. It was apparently very waterlogged, its silvery tail soaking and its golden pelt dripping with raindrops. The creature shook itself once, scattering drops across the already soaked ground. After its mane had been removed from its profile, one could easily tell it was a horse, a mare to be more specific. She drug her hooves as she moved, and her head was dipped as if discouraged highly. A bolt of lighting whipped across the sky and she didn't even notice. The mare just moved, slowly, across the damp grassland, only lifting her head once to look for a suitable place to shelter.
Once Cleone had found the small rock overlook to hide under, her pace moved to a slgihtly faster trot, but she slowed as soon as she had reached the overlook. She shook herself again, raindrops flying like liquid projectiles. The femme laid her dampened body across the ground under the overlook and just lay there, silently. Even as the repeated falling of raindrops from the overlook splashed on her nose, she did not move. Just lay there, replaying the scene over and over in her head.
Blood everywhere, I saw my father fighting off their leader. He was so brave, he didn't care what happened to him, only that I was safe. My older brother battling another stallion a bit older than him. I saw my father crash to the floor, the other stallion kiched him, pushed his hooves down in him, beating him into the ground, until his sides moved no more. My brother; the older stallion brough a blow to his head which must have shattered his skull because he dropped like a stone pushed in a lake. I screamed, so loud, but my voice was lost in the jumble of shrill neighs. I heard my mother calling to me. She was telling me to run, run far, so I did. But as I turned around, I saw the same stallion who killed my father come and repeat history for me.
Cleone closed her eyes, the pain still unbearable. The time it took her to run away felt so short, but it seemed so long ago that all this had happened. The sights and sounds kept playing in her mind, and the palomino mare could bare it no longer, but she didn't know how to make the images stop. It even seemed like the rain falling outside blended to show images of the brother falling, her father and mother being beat to death. Cleone wondered if this experience would drive her insane. Already she was scarred for life; she had lost all family she had ever known. It was useless trying to close her eyes, sleep would never come.
After a few hours staring out into nothing, letting the falling rain give her the most comfort she could get at the moment, it all subsided. The clouds went their separate ways, and the sun regained its controll of the skies. Cleone let out a long sigh, standing up as she did so. Her legs ached from her long run and from lying on them too long, but the pain didn't seem to affect her. she stepped outside the overlook and peered around. Large brown eyes scanned the land, yet no sign of any horse could be seen. H-h-hello? The mare stuttered across her words, not even sure if anyone was there to answer.
word count: 801
charrie: Cleone