
Posted by Ilri on February 5, 2009, 7:43 pm
208.101.133.71

Ildri had walked away from Isra at the watering hole. She really didn't seem to be the type that the filly would get along with. Still wobbly on the sand she walked along. Occasionally she would happen upon some other horses but she really didn't feel like interrupting a cnversation.
This little two year old was an odd warrior. When she fought it was almost like getting drunk. No one ever wanted to ge drunk; well Ildr never wanted to fight. She was of a peaceful nature but her breeding and genetics made her a excellant fighter. Fighting made almost all her other senses evaporate. The need for food, water all gone. All she needed was to plan strategies, work manoovers(sp?) and occasionally hit something with brute force. It was a scary addiction really.
Her eyes were focused on the horizon. A red orange was just coming over the sand dunes. Ildri stood there, her head high just watching. The peace took over her as she watched. The fire in the sky. She wished she cold have danced within it. She wished to fly up to that horizon line and gallop within the burning flames of the western sky. A power over came her. It was an odd feeling. The power came from within her and she didn't quite know what it was. To release some of it she reared up on her hind legs.
Coming down onto all four hooves she felt as though she was emitting some kind of heat. Physically no but it may have been possible for another horse to just have a feeling of warmth if they came up and stood next to her.
As the sun lowered all the way into the sky the feeling left her. Made her fee lonely and deserted. The dark of night felt different than normal. It felt empty and cold, bone chillingly cold even though the actual tempeture was around fifty degrees. She shivered. Ildri waited there the dark of night consuming her and making her think thoughts that would never have over come her mind.
Layout generated by Tintedglass Layout Generator
20
Message Thread:
![]()
« Back to thread