The afternoon sun, untrue to the season, scorches the loam until it seems to be a burning sun in itself. The intense heat seems to cause shimmering ebony pools to hover upon the horizon in the distance. But don't let the cruel sun deceive you; these are not pools of cool liquid for refreshment. Tis only a trick meant to lure one far away.
One pool seems to grow, as though the burning fireball had reached down with an invisible hand and grabbed it's center, dragging it up like a blanket. After some time, it grows larger and larger until the indistinct form of an equine is distinguished from the sun's trick. Fast approaching at a three beat pace, her visage can be identified. Firstly seen is the smooth pelt blasted the color of desert sands. Her dark points are starkly noticeable, her slim forepillars flashing as they move the slim bod into the area. Crest is arched proudly high, auds laced backwards along her poll, giving her a defiant air. Cyan occules, like twin oases (sp?) upon her desert-painted physique, scan the atmosphere. Daggers slow the lithe bod to a stop, yet ebony banner continues flowing after bod stops, a silken waterfall caught in momentum. Occules scan the new area, nares wide to take in the scents of the loam. A claiming land of a new kingdom. Soft snort is released. She would stay.
I am dubbed Desert Mirage.
I have suffered 3 summers.
I am dyed dun.
I am of the fair gender.
My heritage is Arabian.
I stand 16 hands above hell.
I belong to no one.
I act defiant and independent.
I come from a desert herd far away.
| twisted dreams and twisted schemes | shattered hopes and horrors seem | to break me and distort the scene | the world is invisible, so it seems | or maybe, just maybe, it's only me |
| Desert Mirage |
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