Post by moka on May 3, 2007 18:56:46 GMT -5
Fell
Trust In Me...
Trust In Me...
Fell's hooves crashed down on the hot desert sand, creating a dust cloud trailing behind him. The desert rarely got rain, but when it did, it got a lot. By the looks of the sky over near the faint view of the mountains, it seamed that this dry land wasn't going to be getting much of anything but heat. It was winter in the world around his, so the warm world he returned to when he occasionally went away from the desert was a relief, but then the next day the scorching heat was a burden on his pure black pelt, his abnormally large build sometimes made it hard to find shade, so Fell often stuck to moving with the shadows of the night, when the temperatures fell from the intense heat of the day.
Continuing his run across the sand, his orbs scanned the area around him, but he didn't think he had anything to worry about at the moment. His thundering pace slowed to a steady lope, as he went in search of some graze. Not much grew in this harsh climate. He had seen wild pigs bite into cactus but a horse's mouth couldn't take the poking of it's thorns. So now, with the sun beating down he searched for food. He had seen some the other day, but the desert offered very little direction, so instinct alone would have to lead him to it. Soon his orbs caught sight of the green shoots pushing through the sand, his zinniths flicking he bent his dial down to the ground and ate what was there. Of course he would need to find another place soon, but for now it could keep him going.
Then the extremely faint sound of a small trickle of water caught his attention. His dial came quickly up, zinniths pricked to-wards the direction the sound was coming from. He walked slowly across the terrain, following the sound, his orbs searching. When he saw a large rock jut out from the sand, which was more like just dirt than sand. he bent his dial down a bit lower, and walked over to the rock. With a glaring shine the small trickle of water revealed itself in the hot sun, and a small pool of water had collected in a hollow in the ground. The water apparently was coming from an underground stream, and might not last long, but the comforting sight of a growing palm put his mind at ease, that this hint of an oasis would be sticking around at least for a little while. Fell bent his muzzle down to the spring and gulped down quite a few swallows of the water. Shaking his head he stood under the shade that the single tree provided. His optics looked at his surroundings, etching in his mind where this place was. It was somewhere near the edge of the desert, probably about 10 kilometers, maybe more maybe less, he did not exactly know. But for now he rested under the shade, still alert but his head drooped and optics closed.
...I Will Never Lead You Astray.
