Post by Daedalus on May 13, 2007 21:08:43 GMT
Thick clouds veiled the moon and her star children, making the already hot night humid and sticky. The air smelt rich with the promise of a spring storm. The trees and other plant life seemed to stare upwards anticipating the stinging rains. There was no comforting breeze tonight to kiss the hides of the miserable equine, no mocking wind to take some of the discomfort away, no; the air was still and hard to breathe. Not even the flies found joy in this mucky air.
A deep growl rolled across the valley as the sky let loose. The large rain drops bounced on the surface of the lake and soaked quickly into the thirsty earth. Muffled hoof beats could be heard by those nearby as a small figure emerged from the shadows. The trees stopped rejoicing for the rain and seemed to tremble at the sight of him.
Daedalus stumbled into the open, his long legs wobbly from his injuries. The long wound stretched from the top of his right hip down his side, across his belly and up his left shoulder. The blood had dried and smelt foul. His light honey color eyes stood out against his deep bay pelt, his black mane stood on end as his he had been electrocuted, as he was so young it hadn’t grown out all the way. His short frizzy tail hung just between his hocks and was also caked with old blood. He was a handsome young stallion of about 11 months, he was just looking quite a mess at the moment.
His deep orbs were wild with confusion he had no idea where he was. He whinnied shrilly into the night for help from anyone close by. They would play a bigger role in his life than they knew. For Dalus had suffered horrible injuries and had lost his memory. He was like a newborn, ready to be shaped by his mother into what ever she chose.
His young but well built body began to tremble as the rain bit at his hide and soaked him to the bone. Again he cried into the darkness for any ears to hear.