03-10-2018, 11:03 AM
breckin.
This is the story of a girl… There was little choice I had in the matter. Winter’s storm had left little deviation from waiting out her frigid wrath. A shiver coalesces down my spine; the ends of ebon and white strands standing brusquely erect as salt infused air assaults widened nares. Hooves planted firmly at the water’s edge, I wait out the timing of low tide. Ischia appeared to be the closest of my two destinations. From Brennen’s description I am almost eager to explore a warmer climate. The promise of oncoming spring lingers in the air with the right shift , but it is not enough to satiate my appetite to escape the cold. If only for a temporary while. At long last the water begins to recede enough for me to follow the shallow line of a sand bridge towards my just visible destination. My strides are even but unhurried as I make my approach. By the time my treds fall onto the larger land mass, the sun has begun its descent behind the horizon. I am holding my head a little higher now. Whether it’s the slightly warmer wind that gently brushes my side, or the anxious anticipation of meeting another stranger, I am not sure. A quick scan of the beach around me and I am contented to realize that for the moment that no one is in the immediate vicinity. Slowly I allow the coiled tension in my muscles to relax; gravity minutely pulling my craned neck lower to sand. I suppose was not sure what I would find waiting for me on the other side of the water. I try to make a conscious effort to deeply inhale and exhale, but my eyes come to rest on something particularly interesting. The object is white and round in shape and there appears to be a faint star made of holes along the top. It almost resembles a shell, but I am not convinced that is what it is at all. Another quick glance around me for the presence of others. When none are detected, I take a hesitant step towards it, unsure if the thing is alive. There is no quick response from the thing and it remains still. Bravery is not a characteristic I would describe myself as having. So I am surprised to feel myself take another step, even going so far as to let my whiskered muzzle gently brush against the surface of the strange white disk… who cried a river… and drowned the whole… …world. [mare+knabstrup+black leopard+4 years+avion.] |
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