06-04-2015, 12:15 PM
Though it was getting harder by the minute to see, she could still make out Kreios's patched hide walking in front of her. She felt the ground beneath her shift from the fine sand to rocky terrain, and watched the stallion in front of her confidently lead them down the path to his herdland. The clear sound of rushing water comforted her, one of her few happy memories surfacing and causing her lips to pull back in a smile. His announcement of her arrival triggered a wave of exhaustion to hit her, and she nodded gratefully at him telling her to bed down and rest. He reached around her with his long neck, wrapping it around her own, and she leaned into it, closing her eyes. This horse made her feel the safest that she ever had in her entire life. He pulled away suddenly, snapping her out of her reverie. He looked slightly embarrassed as he pulled away, but embarrassed for what she had no idea. The mare returned his goodnight and watched him walk away from her. Overcome with the exhaustion of the past few days, she dropped down, somewhat ungracefully and closed her eyes and slept for the first time in what seemed like forever.
They were after her. They had found her here and stood atop the canyon, guns blazing. She'd put everyone here in danger, only to be sent back to the place she had escaped from, and possibly bring the others along with her this time. They would kill her for this. They would kill Kreios. It was all her fault. She had to run, to lead the humans away. She scrambled up the steep trail out of the canyon, send dirt and stones tumbling down the incline. She couldn't escape. They were closing in. They were everywhere...
Naira woke with a startled whinny, her body damp with a layer of sweat, darkening her golden coat. She jumped to her feet, knowing that there was no way that she could sleep again after that dream. She stretched her neck and shook, watching the sun begin to peek over the ridge. She had always been an early riser, enjoying the temporary reprieve from the heat and the fresh dew that coated the grass. Though there was not much grass in this desert, the mornings were even more magical to behold, with the pink watercolor sky appearing over the canyon walls and chasing away the dark of the night. She decided to wait for Kreios to wake before she started exploring, not quite sure where she should and should not go. She paced around a bit, trying to urge her stiff bones into motion once more and attempting to walk off the effects of her nightmare. She replayed Kreios' words over and over again in her head in attempt to chase away the sound of shouting and gunshots that lingered from her dream. "I won't let anything hurt you." Never before had anyone said anything like that to her; whether it be because they didn't care or they knew they wouldn't be able to keep their promise. Naira extended her neck and legs, feeling the muscles pop and crack and closing her eyes in pure pleasure. After thoroughly stretching, she stood still and watched the sun continue to rise, waiting for Kreios to wake.
They were after her. They had found her here and stood atop the canyon, guns blazing. She'd put everyone here in danger, only to be sent back to the place she had escaped from, and possibly bring the others along with her this time. They would kill her for this. They would kill Kreios. It was all her fault. She had to run, to lead the humans away. She scrambled up the steep trail out of the canyon, send dirt and stones tumbling down the incline. She couldn't escape. They were closing in. They were everywhere...
Naira woke with a startled whinny, her body damp with a layer of sweat, darkening her golden coat. She jumped to her feet, knowing that there was no way that she could sleep again after that dream. She stretched her neck and shook, watching the sun begin to peek over the ridge. She had always been an early riser, enjoying the temporary reprieve from the heat and the fresh dew that coated the grass. Though there was not much grass in this desert, the mornings were even more magical to behold, with the pink watercolor sky appearing over the canyon walls and chasing away the dark of the night. She decided to wait for Kreios to wake before she started exploring, not quite sure where she should and should not go. She paced around a bit, trying to urge her stiff bones into motion once more and attempting to walk off the effects of her nightmare. She replayed Kreios' words over and over again in her head in attempt to chase away the sound of shouting and gunshots that lingered from her dream. "I won't let anything hurt you." Never before had anyone said anything like that to her; whether it be because they didn't care or they knew they wouldn't be able to keep their promise. Naira extended her neck and legs, feeling the muscles pop and crack and closing her eyes in pure pleasure. After thoroughly stretching, she stood still and watched the sun continue to rise, waiting for Kreios to wake.