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Post by Wild@Heart on Jul 8, 2010 9:49:21 GMT -5
Alone, Alone, Alone. The one word that kept repeating itself in my mind as my pillars moved forward at a steady pace. There was nothing here, no one besides pitiful me, all alone. Left to turn to my thoughts for company, and what a scary thing they could be.
My nares were still, not bothering to worry about scent as my orbs could see a long way out. Yet, the aroma of desert managed to waft into my nostrils, followed suite by the bitter smell of death. Many had died here, that was easy to see by the bones that lay pasty white against the dark, cracked land.
My harks were alert atop my crown, one positioned forward and the other back. Even this simplest of tasks appeared to be a waste of my time, my dull daggers the only rhythm that flowed into them.
Where was I going, not even I knew. I had begun my adventure, not knowing where I would end up, and not once did I regret it so far. With a sigh I would step over the clutters of ivory bones, praying that I wouldn't end up this way. A level head was positioned strongly upon my long neck, and I wasn't lost at the moment. This alone should have been enough to get me through, but I was left to wonder how many had started off the same, and then finished without the fairy tale ending.
The dust swirled around my pillars and I left a trail of it behind me. My once ivory pelt was now tan, covered in a coating of the ground itself. My whipcord hung heavily between my legs, and I didn't bother to worry about the overabundance of flies covering my body. I would smack them, and back they would come. Persistent Little Buggers. Crimson droplets were scattered over my large body, the results of hours on end without a break from the winged insects.
My muscles rippled from beneath my coat as I continued on, not even breaking a sweat yet. I was getting warm, the sun's rays beating down on my glowing hide, but I had not a single frothy spot on me. I held my head high, my body language dripping with confidence. Soon another creature would have to show up, soon. My hopeful words replaced my desperate thoughts as I continued to cover land.
Words- 403
Muse- Terrible.
Other- Well I guess you can't blaim me. My last 5 posts have all been over 1,000 words, so I am mused out. I just wanted to post this, though. To whoever replies I promise my posts will improve.
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