01-25-2017, 01:18 PM
DESPAYR
At Night she Walks the Beaches...
The rolling waves to and fro was comforting. It held a calming rythm that never ended, constant and dependable. She had stopped to look out onto its vast beauty. Gulls had gathered screeching excitedly for scraps of food she assumed. She looked to the commotion they were causing and decided to investigate. No rush to her motion, leaving slight crescent moon prints in the wet sands. Soon to be swallowed by the next to of water...
The buzzards gathered like the scavengers they were picking apart a mangled mess the waves had brought. She observed for some time halting a few steps off. Nares breathed deeply the scents of ocean brine but a hint of flesh. Equine flesh. Head twisted about in either direction of the shoreline... Hmmm. Nothing. Looking down to the sand she lowered her muzzle to the sands. Tiny prints barely noticeable leaving the shoreline sands to the wasteland terrain. She turned to walk off in the direction they pointed. Nose to the ground like a scent hound. The scent was fresh. Not by days been but anew. Lobes swivelled atop her crown in curiousity.
It didn't take long for her larger stride to near the pair. Crown raised sharply as she stopped in her tracks. Glancing about for surely there was an adult around. Nothing. No one was seen. Snort fluttered from her chest catching their attention. They were wobbling about slowly though the Colt looked to be in a rush. The filly followed blindly like a sheep to her shepard. She stepped closer cutting off the colts path and looked down at them with questioning tones expressed,
Where are your parents? And where do you think you are going? It's dangerous here... alone. She directed her questions to the Colt who was sickly looking and smaller but had a way about him. A fight. She smiled slightly.
The buzzards gathered like the scavengers they were picking apart a mangled mess the waves had brought. She observed for some time halting a few steps off. Nares breathed deeply the scents of ocean brine but a hint of flesh. Equine flesh. Head twisted about in either direction of the shoreline... Hmmm. Nothing. Looking down to the sand she lowered her muzzle to the sands. Tiny prints barely noticeable leaving the shoreline sands to the wasteland terrain. She turned to walk off in the direction they pointed. Nose to the ground like a scent hound. The scent was fresh. Not by days been but anew. Lobes swivelled atop her crown in curiousity.
It didn't take long for her larger stride to near the pair. Crown raised sharply as she stopped in her tracks. Glancing about for surely there was an adult around. Nothing. No one was seen. Snort fluttered from her chest catching their attention. They were wobbling about slowly though the Colt looked to be in a rush. The filly followed blindly like a sheep to her shepard. She stepped closer cutting off the colts path and looked down at them with questioning tones expressed,
Where are your parents? And where do you think you are going? It's dangerous here... alone. She directed her questions to the Colt who was sickly looking and smaller but had a way about him. A fight. She smiled slightly.
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