dust in the wind && open May 10, 2011 13:54:19 GMT -6
Post by ashes on May 10, 2011 13:54:19 GMT -6
Dust floated around her. Every time she shook her tail another cloud would appear and then settle again. Her fiery red coat had almost turned a sandy color. This land was so dry, and the heat so unforgiving. Why she'd ever wandered to this place Cardinal would never understand. She hadn't known it was here and yet there she was, lost in the expanses of dust and brush. A bit of dust was kicked up with every shift of her hooves. The shade of the scraggly tree she had taken shelter under provided enough to make the heat manageable, but if she left she would really start blazing.
Cool air would come with nightfall when the sun would disappear, extinguishing the heat and letting chill slip into the land. It probably wouldn't be a huge difference, but it would make moving around tolerable. Maybe she had come here to escape the company of others. No one would come to such an abandoned place, void of life and water. Though, she had a seen a few lizards and even heard a snake from under a bush. It had given her quite a startle. But it amazed her that they could live in this dry land of heat and dust.
The sun beat down as cardinal waited out the day, watching as the sun sunk closer and closer towards the horizon. It was past its height so the worst of the heat was over. It was just a smooth decline from here on out. Still, she couldn't stand to stand still for so long. She kept shuffling her hooves and shaking out her flaming tail, sending dust flying through the air like a cloud of sandy colored smoke. She bobbed her head slowly to keep her neck from getting stiff. Her tongue raked across the top of her mouth like sand paper and was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Did it ever rain in this place? No, the air was too dry to hold any water. Her lungs were already a little scratchy from breathing in the hot air.
This place she had wandered into could be described as hell to some, but she knew the true hell. Her back told the story, the lines that criss-crossed her hide weaving the words to the tale It was a tale of love, hate, anger, and pure despair. And not one she cared to recount. Instead she thought of her first home with her mother and father, of galloping through the fresh green grass, racing her father everywhere, and affectionate nibbles from her parents at night before sleep. It was little things like that which she longed for. Something more than a little dust. That was what her life felt like, though. Dust, floating through the breeze, and carried to who-knows-where.
Card snorted as a bit of the dust shot of her nose. Was this her destiny, to have dust as her only company for the rest of her life? despite the heat she felt cold inside, empty. Dust wasn't enough, but at the moment it was all she had.