Post by Sham! on Jan 28, 2011 11:04:33 GMT -5
The wind was always whipping here, smacking his head and shoulders, grabbing his tail and mane and even his feathers. It wanted to keep them for itself, he supposed. He was not cocky, but he knew that when humans saw him they liked his mane and tail and feathers. It was simple and he wondered about it, but he did not question it because that was simply not in his nature.
The sand also had been influenced by the wind. He knew this as well, even though they were inanimate, because each particle seemed to attack him like bees, clinging to him and stinging him angrily when he moved. He shuddered his skin, easily moving them off, and he began to canter, reveling in the feeling of the hot sun beating down on his back.
His name was Kethtaz, and he had not grown up in the desert, no, in fact he liked forests quite well, but in recent times the young stallion-colt, really- had decided the dunes were a nice place to be. He reveled in the golden shining towers about him, as though he were some sort of king in his palace.
The sun shone on him like a crown, glittering and highlighting, and made him feel more powerful. Yet at the same time he knew that sometimes the sun's rays became opressive, like the crown was too much to bear.
He slowed to a trot, feeling the sand still flutter around him, and he knew some had been plowed up in his wake. He had reached the boundary where he would go no further, for he knew that humans lived beyond. He did not trust humans, for they had killed his mother, a magnificent Clydesdale.
Kethtaz snorted and gazed out at the city. Humans were bad. They were predators. He would stay away.
Word count: 306
Muse: Fail ._.
The sand also had been influenced by the wind. He knew this as well, even though they were inanimate, because each particle seemed to attack him like bees, clinging to him and stinging him angrily when he moved. He shuddered his skin, easily moving them off, and he began to canter, reveling in the feeling of the hot sun beating down on his back.
His name was Kethtaz, and he had not grown up in the desert, no, in fact he liked forests quite well, but in recent times the young stallion-colt, really- had decided the dunes were a nice place to be. He reveled in the golden shining towers about him, as though he were some sort of king in his palace.
The sun shone on him like a crown, glittering and highlighting, and made him feel more powerful. Yet at the same time he knew that sometimes the sun's rays became opressive, like the crown was too much to bear.
He slowed to a trot, feeling the sand still flutter around him, and he knew some had been plowed up in his wake. He had reached the boundary where he would go no further, for he knew that humans lived beyond. He did not trust humans, for they had killed his mother, a magnificent Clydesdale.
Kethtaz snorted and gazed out at the city. Humans were bad. They were predators. He would stay away.
Word count: 306
Muse: Fail ._.
