Post by racechick on Jan 29, 2013 16:27:34 GMT -5
Bonnie
Hooves disappeared in the thick sand, though hard from the frost, the weight of her heavy bodice had the earth collapsing under the pressure. Motley mass churned, thick with winter hair, pace a steady two beat gait; the mare moved. It had been days, weeks, maybe even months since she left Clyde, and she still didn't even know what had happened to him. He could be laying there bleeding out, badly beaten, possibly with broken bones, or worse dead. New tears formed in her dry, puffy eyes, if her eyes hadn't already been reddened they would be bright cardinal. She had been awful, leaving him that way, but he'd told her to; and yet she still blamed herself. Bonnie's misty pools let leds clear them, keen optics spotting a few trees ahead, a strange thing to see in an almost barren desert. Maybe it was just a hallucination, she hadn't slept in days, and this consistent crying was draining her body of essential fluids. Feathered hooves plodded along in the sand, harks swiveling though her nostrils told her that nothing threatened her, pillars pushing into a slow canter; reaching the trees quickly. She didn't move fast, but long braces could stretch far to cover ground with ease, plates stopped her forward momentum; lowering her boa till her lips settled on the top of the water. Drinking as much of the chilled water as she could handle, Bonnie lifted her maw, chocolate pools gaze across the empty desert; there was nothing here. No horses, nothing to eat, only a few naked trees and an almost frozen pool of water. A sigh passed her kissers, she would wait here for a while, to rest before continuing on to her endless, pointless journey. Columns folded, ivory whipcord circling her body in the light breeze, a huff of exhaustion left her lungs as she landed on the ground; shutters fell over her globes, Just a little nap, then I'll go.
Hooves disappeared in the thick sand, though hard from the frost, the weight of her heavy bodice had the earth collapsing under the pressure. Motley mass churned, thick with winter hair, pace a steady two beat gait; the mare moved. It had been days, weeks, maybe even months since she left Clyde, and she still didn't even know what had happened to him. He could be laying there bleeding out, badly beaten, possibly with broken bones, or worse dead. New tears formed in her dry, puffy eyes, if her eyes hadn't already been reddened they would be bright cardinal. She had been awful, leaving him that way, but he'd told her to; and yet she still blamed herself. Bonnie's misty pools let leds clear them, keen optics spotting a few trees ahead, a strange thing to see in an almost barren desert. Maybe it was just a hallucination, she hadn't slept in days, and this consistent crying was draining her body of essential fluids. Feathered hooves plodded along in the sand, harks swiveling though her nostrils told her that nothing threatened her, pillars pushing into a slow canter; reaching the trees quickly. She didn't move fast, but long braces could stretch far to cover ground with ease, plates stopped her forward momentum; lowering her boa till her lips settled on the top of the water. Drinking as much of the chilled water as she could handle, Bonnie lifted her maw, chocolate pools gaze across the empty desert; there was nothing here. No horses, nothing to eat, only a few naked trees and an almost frozen pool of water. A sigh passed her kissers, she would wait here for a while, to rest before continuing on to her endless, pointless journey. Columns folded, ivory whipcord circling her body in the light breeze, a huff of exhaustion left her lungs as she landed on the ground; shutters fell over her globes, Just a little nap, then I'll go.
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