desert to desert||

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Thylacine
I won't let you forget me.

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Starless night greeted the raven's muted hooves as they hit the soft sand. Endless orbs absorbed the light of a slight moon in darkness rather than reflected it, and they scanned the terra, looking for others. It was as though she had entered a land hated by all. Why? Who cared. Perhaps merely because it was midnight in a desert It mattered not to the dun. Thylacine preferred being alone.

Night sounds hit her ears, a gentle lullaby. Thylacine heard the frogs stop mid song, the crickets settle, the wind softening. Could the wind sleep? It was possible. Some tried to convince the mare that everything made sense, when in truth nothing did. Did no one know nothing? Logic was a word used for things understood, things explained. Logic was such a small topic - why was everything based by logic? Slowly, as the horizon began to brighten, the vix drifted into a dream...

My hooves dug into the sand with each step as I watched the uma in front of me. “Go. Away,” the stallion growled at my approach. I couldn’t blame him for being sore. After all, he had just lost his entire herd to his own half-brother. And sure, it was technically my fault, but who could blame me? I continued, the dusk turning his pelt to dark blue. Arabian brute snorted and charged when he saw was still coming, me nicking my shoulder slightly as he passed. He didn’t even draw blood.

I laughed, softly at first, but louder as he visibly cringed. “Sorry, Cobarl. You broke my heart once. This time you missed.”

“You don’t have a heart, bytch!” he screamed, his voice thrown into the wind that was slowly picking up. A sandstorm would start soon, and he wasn’t paying attention to it.

Fool, I thought. Actually, now everyone thought he was a fool. And he could never disprove it. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I don’t have a heart. But it’s time to find out if you do.EI advanced, my grin broadening as he began quivering. My question was why he had had such a large herd if he was a weakling. Well, nothing true is ever explained.

He shook himself, stepping up to meet me finally. That pridefulEidiot. I hadn’t wanted a fight Emerely a death. Looked like I’d get both. “Hit me with your best shot,Ecame the purr, sickly sweet and mocking.

Oh, I will. Don’t you worry. Fear flashed in his eyes as we reared, daggers clashing midair. It happened so fastEbut suddenly, he was on the ground, neck cut. He attempted to stand, and ended up coughing. Blood spilled from his mouth and he fell again. I ran, hearing his cough behind me.

Thylacine awoke, sensing all that was around her in an instant. She could still smell blood - a wounded animal was near, or had been here before. The mare shuddered. She hated blood; or, rather, she hated the smell of blood. Why had she dreamed of Cobarl? Besides the blood, there was nothing to remind her. But he had been the last equine she had seen. Eyes sought the evidence she'd need to prove her theory - yes, there were hoof prints in the sand, nearly gone from the wind. Finally, she had arrived at a place inhabited by other horses. Silence greeted this discovery; she'd let them find her.[/size][/color]

[bliss]

Pillars carried her spotted bodice over the golden sands of the sweltering, barren district. Her thins flared broadly, pulling in profound breaths of warm air. Her body was heavily disagreeing with the heat. She wasn’t entirely certain why she had traveled to the desert. Perhaps she was going mad from all of the stress that was burdening her.

Ah, it didn’t matter. She would simply roam until she could roam no longer. Her body still had a lot to offer, so she was going to make it relatively far, unless someone sought to get in her way.
The vix braked to a halt, scattering sand. Her sides expanded, and then pulled in harshly. It was actually painful… She needed to rest. Only for a little while…

Amarantine looked quite deplorable… standing there drenched with perspiration. She had lost a harmful quantity of weight over the last few days. It was her fault for not eating. The mare’s ribs were very perceptible underneath her skin. Pathetic…
Having caught her breath, Amarantine pressed forward into a trot. She had no sense of pride at the moment, so her streamer was hung limp against her hide, brushing her legs as she moved. Even though she was aching, the mare still moved with faultless cadence, being careful to lift her knees high to evade disrupting her gait.



When her gems noticed something in the distance, she halted. She knew perfectly well it was an equine… or was it? It could have been a mirage… a mere hallucination.
Mind, why do you mock me so? Thought the mare to herself. Don't be disturbed by it... just keep on going. And with that, her light body sashayed through the sands again. As if the equine figure up ahead wasn't enough, she started to catch its scent too. Disregard it. Keep moving... otherwise you'll end up being frustrated.


Amarantine advanced, trying her best to ignore the fem now not far from her. She snorted roughly as she glided past her, not even turning her head to look at the stranger.[/colo]

[cherry]

<sub>Akkan did not approve of this.

First it was the small herd of equine just assuming he’d pity them, and let them stay in the desert. But they’d just leave afterwards, and leave the Desert empty again. He wasn’t going to let them use his precious heritage. Years ago, his entire life was grown here. All of his family’s history resided here, this was his home, and he would not give it up without a fight.

The great stallion of the desert advanced over the harsh terrain. The night offering a temporary relief, before the heat climaxed again during the day. His optics strained to see, but he adjusted quickly to the little light at all, the scents grew stronger and he was prepared to frighten them away.

As he came across the intruders, a fair distance apart, as well as Akkan he stared for a moment. Nasals flared, taking in a tasteful breath and holding it in his lungs for a moment, before exhaling. They were females. Mares in his herd;
Bloody hell.
Woman were going to be the death of him.

She whined silently under his breath, the Friesian look-a-like took off towards the female’s as an even pace, crossing the surface of the dusty road, creating a thunderous noise. Tresses danced behind him, and auds erect towards the others, and once he reached a respectable distance away, he haunted in his spot, the trotting one would be forced to seize her animation, being only feet away from the intimidating steed.

Glancing down towards the slumbering one, he amplified his voice with little emotion. Maybe anger, but no compassion at all.

"What do you want?"</sub>

[♥/tiyre]

Thylacine
I won't let you forget me.

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Eyes without depth turned towards the black stallion, all emotion shunned to be kept in her heart. Harks flicked at his loud steps - so loud, such a welcome sound. Body shied as the mare cursed herself for allowing her body to move. But it was only a slight movement - any more would weakness. And the weakness would be more than the mare could bear, for weakness was her most hated enemy.

The Friesian-like horse seemed... angry. Perhaps this was his herdland - yes that could make another mad. But usually it was the stallions mad at stallions. Not the stallions mad at a mare. Thylacine hardly noticed the other mare. After all - why pay attention to one ignoring you?

The wards were, like the stallion, emotionless. Or, nearly so. Kiger mustang smiled, arching her thicker neck in a way that said she was proud, but not arrogant. "I want nothing, Lord..." she trailed, not knowing his name. "If I've somehow caused you damage, I ask humbly for your forgiveness. It is instinct, I am told, for one to travel to a place such as where they were born. For me, that is the desert. The beautiful desert." Two-toned mane fluttered as the mare moved a few diliberate steps in the direction of the stallion, in a swaying, easy motion. Flirting - no. Just moving in her usual way. Why not? The dun watched the black calmly, eyes hard as ice and soft as powder.[/size][/color]

[bliss]

[You posted twice.]

Over a few dunes was she when the black steed approached. The mare stopped and she watched the desert savvy stag swiftly racing over the sand.
Know what, girl? That's the same stallion that "greeted" you in the desert not too long ago. Know what else is funny? These horses are probably real...
She displayed a curious snort and trotted back up the mound. The mare she passed minutes before was still standing there… plain as day. Only this time she wasn't alone. His movements signified discontentment.
Yeah... this is precisely the one I was hoping not to see.
She stood placid at the top of the dune, watching the two. Sooner or later Akkan would notice her... maybe...

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