Lost and hopeless Feb 7, 2011 23:38:28 GMT -5
Post by scenery on Feb 7, 2011 23:38:28 GMT -5
Lost. Hopeless. Two words that come to mind when you don't know where to go. Those are the exact words that sat, sinking into Scenery's mind. She trudged along, unknown to the area, lost. And hopeless. She snorted impatiently as she jumped over another log. The silence was deafening, and it was killing her. She saw the trees opening up in the distance, so she galloped, quicker, quicker, and, alas, got to the opening. Disappointment flooded her as she looked over a burnt prairie. She felt pitty. Snorting again, she began to recognize the area.
She galloped quietly but quickly away from the terrifying area, soon hearing the distant sound of a stream. She moved quicker, racing through the roses, feeling the sticky warm stream of liquid running down her legs from the rose thorns. The temperature was chilly, and all one could see from above was a black speck among lots of red, racing toward a long snake. Once Scenery reached the river, she ran right until she was up to her knees in water. The cool water felt nice on her tired legs, though stinging the cuts on her legs. She dipped her neck down and drank. This helped her concentrate on the prairie, trying to remember why she recognized it. Suddenly, the stench flooded her nostrils...
She was attacked, and had taken off running, forward, hoping it would not chase her. Her legs got sore, but she galloped anyways. She felt her heart beat going quicker, her pulse increasing, her breath escaping. She tried to slow down but couldn't, she felt her back aching in pain, sticky warm liquid running down her back. She ran forever, the scent still burning her nostrils. She slowly slowed by the scent of a little pond, afraid of every sound around her. She walked on wobbly legs over the the little pond and let the water rinse her legs. Exhausted, she carried her 14hh body over to the large tree and collapsed. She knew it wasn't good to lay down for too long, but her legs couldn't take it anymore. She leaned up against the trunk and snorted in pain.