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Posted by Isra on January 24, 2009, 1:38 pm
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ISRA;
d a n c i n g in the d a r k
The air was dry, and she tasted it cautiously, almost tentatively. The sand shifted beneath her hooves as she picked her way along, long legs hesitant in their movements. The land was unfamiliar here, and Isra would not want to misstep. She walked slowly—and she watched. Her eyes were nowhere, and yet everywhere, flickering from the earth to the horizon to the sky. Her movements were guarded, that intense gaze couched in dark, unforgiving eyes.
Those eyes revealed nothing, to no one, unless Isra wanted them to.
But her body was a different story. Despite the grace of her movement, and the delicate feminity of her muzzle, there was strength there. It showed in the tenseness of her hindquarters, in the slightly stiff curve of her neck. The mare was not afraid, exactly—but she was cautious. Every step was a test, and she was almost afraid of every blink, for she would not, could not, be caught unawares.
There are Vipers here, and they will kill you if you are not careful, her mind whispered, and she stiffened, eyes darkening.
With conscious effort, she forced herself to relax. The tension seeped from her muscles, and her mane fell softly across her neck. She lengthened her stride, and her head came up a little—not much, but there was pride there now and not just something that was too close to fear for Isra’s comfort. Her long black tail, which had swished against her glossy flank, fell still.
It was an old trick of hers, despite how dubiously it helped. If herself was not good enough, then she must be someone else. Isra had been so many, more than she could remember. But inside, as much as she wanted to, she could not make herself change.
For the eyes did not change. Still they shielded her from whatever might come. From whatever might be. 22
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