Post by WORMY on Aug 15, 2011 12:36:20 GMT -5
Fields of Gold
Linger in my mind,
The way they were,
Before they burned.
Linger in my mind,
The way they were,
Before they burned.
Blood red hooves of steel made a dull thudding sound as they hit they dry earth. They held a steady trot over the dirt and grass, carrying the dark blue stallion towards the cliffs. The stud had been traveling away from his past for weeks now and hardly noticed the terrain he was passing. His right thigh glowed with the three white circles that made their way up to the point of his hip. He was lost in thought, plotting power, remembering herd mates and sulking slightly at the dust that tickled his nose. Snorting to remove it, he blinked his eyelids twice over his bright, pupil less red eyes to rid them of sleep deprivation. He had been trotting steadily away all night and the day before. He knew that soon he would have to give into the feeling of over tiredness, but right now he had too good a rhythm to give up the steady beat. The spring sun was half way to the top of the clear sky and the temperature was slowly rising, bringing out small wet patches on the dark horses coat. With resignation, he came slowly to a stop and looked around for a safe place to rest his eyes for a while.
For a few minutes, nothing seemed to be hospitable or safe, so the blue horse kept moving, this time at a slow walk, dragging his hooves with his head down. Suddenly his hooves clicked on stone and the stud brought his head up quickly at the change of tone. The crown of the stallions head clipped the roof of the cave, stinging slightly. "Crap that hurts," he thought to himself as he rubbed his head on his front leg. When he lifted his skull again, he did it slowly so as not to smack it again. He then took a deep breath, trying to catch any whiff of predators. When nothing reached his nostrils, the dark horse walked slowly to the back of the small cave and dropped his head to sleep, letting his lower lip hang down.