Post by Belladon on Jan 29, 2010 21:44:09 GMT -5
Belladonna flinched a little as she slipped, sliding down the wet rocks. She scrabbled with her cracking hooves, finding purchase on the slippery surface after what felt like forever. She took a moment to catch her breath, before continuing the last treacherous few yards to the dirty river. She bent her head, but a strong scent warned her away from drinking from it. No chance of getting some of this clinging mud off her limp coat then. She went upstream, against the meagre flow of a once fast and furious river. Despite the fact that it had claimed the life of her young foal, she would give almost anything to get it going again now. She kept going, finding a rock-and-mud d**n. She kicked it weakly with a foreleg, dislodging a few mere pebbles. Sighing, Bell turned away, looking at the dry, dusty grass with distaste. Her delicate frame was desperately trying to keep the little muscle it could, even with the lack of food. Bell nickered weakly, nothing like the days of not so long ago, where she would spend days and nights constantly calling, desperately seeking Panic. God only knew where he was now, and Bell choked back a small sob. She looked out across the yellowing plains, blinking as she searched for a familiar face. The horses spread out so far these days, anything for food and decent shelter from the enigmatic weather. She called out again, calling to Splashi in desperation. The dam she'd found filled her with hope, if she could just get rid of it...
Thunder was picking his way carefully across a low hilltop, looking and listening. His coat shone a healthy black, his ribs were well covered and he had energy and strength. One of the perks to being dead. He saw Bell and sighed, lowering his head as he reluctantly began the walk towards her, wondering what he would be accused of today. Bell looked directly at Thunder, and for once she could not think of anything to blame him for. Not even being healthy, it wasn't his fault he kept being killed. She wondered if there was anything wrong with her, but quickly abandoned the idea of listing everything. She watched him slow warily a few metres away, and she dropped her head, nickering softly. Thunder relaxed a little, taking a few, cautious, steps towards the dusty mare. They nuzzled each other gently, and Thunder fought back a sneeze. Bell smiled sadly.
"Think I found our water problem. Hopefully this is the only thing stopping it..." She tailed off, and looked hopefully at him. Thunder took the hint and waded into the slightly cleaner side of the dam, before starting to dig away at the dirt and rocks. The pent up water on the other side helped, rushing through every crack, over everything it could reach. Bell watched it, sad again. It wasn't the only water issue. She looked further up the river, but it curved to one side and she could not see any more of it. Thunder saw her looking and sighed, digging away and more rubbish. He flicked his leg carefully, trying to get as much dirt out of the river and onto the embankment. Bell started to walk down the river some more, eyes scanning for rubbish and the like. Thunder saw her leaving and left his pile to hurry and join her.
"So... What, no accusations? No blame, no nothing?" Thunder asked, his tone light and joking.
"I can't blame you forever." Bell replied simply, keeping the responces short and sweet, as the thick grime in the air made breathing and talking difficult over periods of time. Thunder chuckled softly.
"You could if you tried." He pointed out.
"Well... I have other things to concentrate on." She replied sharply. She didn't want to talk about this. In fact, she'd rather not talk at all. Thunder nudged her neck softly, and they continued to walk in silence.
until next time...
Thunder was picking his way carefully across a low hilltop, looking and listening. His coat shone a healthy black, his ribs were well covered and he had energy and strength. One of the perks to being dead. He saw Bell and sighed, lowering his head as he reluctantly began the walk towards her, wondering what he would be accused of today. Bell looked directly at Thunder, and for once she could not think of anything to blame him for. Not even being healthy, it wasn't his fault he kept being killed. She wondered if there was anything wrong with her, but quickly abandoned the idea of listing everything. She watched him slow warily a few metres away, and she dropped her head, nickering softly. Thunder relaxed a little, taking a few, cautious, steps towards the dusty mare. They nuzzled each other gently, and Thunder fought back a sneeze. Bell smiled sadly.
"Think I found our water problem. Hopefully this is the only thing stopping it..." She tailed off, and looked hopefully at him. Thunder took the hint and waded into the slightly cleaner side of the dam, before starting to dig away at the dirt and rocks. The pent up water on the other side helped, rushing through every crack, over everything it could reach. Bell watched it, sad again. It wasn't the only water issue. She looked further up the river, but it curved to one side and she could not see any more of it. Thunder saw her looking and sighed, digging away and more rubbish. He flicked his leg carefully, trying to get as much dirt out of the river and onto the embankment. Bell started to walk down the river some more, eyes scanning for rubbish and the like. Thunder saw her leaving and left his pile to hurry and join her.
"So... What, no accusations? No blame, no nothing?" Thunder asked, his tone light and joking.
"I can't blame you forever." Bell replied simply, keeping the responces short and sweet, as the thick grime in the air made breathing and talking difficult over periods of time. Thunder chuckled softly.
"You could if you tried." He pointed out.
"Well... I have other things to concentrate on." She replied sharply. She didn't want to talk about this. In fact, she'd rather not talk at all. Thunder nudged her neck softly, and they continued to walk in silence.
until next time...