Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2022 17:39:19 GMT -7
Warmth. Sun. Fresh air. There was always a different smell to the air when it turned from winter into spring. Was it maybe the green grass coming up from the ground? Or the fact that all the tree's were beginning to bloom and blossom. Flowers were beginning to pop up from the ground, spreading color through out the land of wild equines. Flowers of every color were beginning to show - yellows, purples, blue's, even some hints of red's and pink. The spring air felt so good. It had been such a long time since she had felt the warmth of sun on her coat. Well, spring sun anyways. There was a different way of explaining it, the difference between winter sun and spring sun. Spring, it was warmer, more powerful, more radiant. It lasted longer through out the day too. The sun was earlier to rise, and later to go down. Plus, there were no bugs! at this time of year. The bugs were still in the grasp's of winter's doom, but at the beginning of spring, one could enjoy spring with out the bugs. No biting of the nasty creatures upon one's pelt. No blood being drawn, not having to slap yourself with your tail. Or constantly shake your head and twitch your ears to keep them off your face.
The chestnut mare's coat glistened in the warm rays as they beat upon her pelt. Sptifire exhaled a long, content sigh. If one was to stand a few feet from her, you could see her sides suck in, and then heave out. She was meandering along, her hooves gently thudding against the ground. The edges of her hooves had old mud stuck to them, covering the blackness of her hooves and making them look more brown than anything. The ground she was walking upon now was solid, maybe a hair dusty and sandy. Just moments ago, Spitfire had been pulling her legs through some mud. The one thing she despised about spring was mud, but at this point, she was willing to put the crabbyness behind her. The sun was beating down, and there was really nothing to be crabby about? At least she couldn't think of anything off of the top of her head. Continuing onwards, Spitfire let her mind wander. It had been sometime now that she had been in the land of Wild Equines - a couple months now. She hadn't met too many other equines during this time, just a small, small handful. Her mind wandered briefly, letting her legs pick up into a bit more of a fast pace. She moved at an easy trot, her head at a level stance. Her muscles rippled under her pelt - which was shedding the last of her winter hair. The chestnut mare never really got a super thick winter coat per say, just enough to keep her warm but not make her look like a whooly mamoth. Which, that made it all the more easier to shed it off come spring, like now.
Spitfire had covered some ground, and then suddenly, it felt like it was getting cooler outside. She dropped to a walk, letting her muscles fall and relax into an easier gait. The Quarter Horse mare turned her head upwards, dark brown orbs staring upwards. Well what the fuck. She hissed out into the open, her words angry. The sky was getting darker and darker - she watched for a few strides as the sky continued to darken, the wind picking up & blowing the tree's branches back and forth. The young leaves of the tree's rattled together, threatening to blow the new vegetation to the ground. Any remaining brown leaves were soon flying through the air, cascading around the sixteen handed mare's frame. A large clap of thunder make Spitfire startle slighlty, then a flash of lightning. Oh how suddenly it had changed from a beautiful, wonderful spring day, to this.. this.. shit! She flung her head upwards in a sass of a moment, before picking up her gait back into a trot. There had to be a place to get out of this upcoming storm, didn't there? Just as she was starting to think about taking shelter somewhere, another boom of thunder blasted her ear drums. Suddenly, the sky opened up and began to pour upon the chestnut mare's bodice. She squealed in anger, throwing her hooves forwards and flinging her self into a fast canter. The rain stung her brown eyes as she shot forwards, propelling her self through the rain. The further she went, the harder and harder the rain seemed to go. Slamming on the breaks, Spitfire blinked through the rain - desperately trying to see through the sheets of rain. It was almost impossible. She couldn't see more than a few yard in front of her now - how in the hell was she supposed to get anywhere now?!
Turning desperately in a circle, she coudln't decide. Should she take shelter? Or try to continue forwards into the storm. Well, she was fucking stubborn. Pushing onwards, Spitfire tromped fowards. She put her head much lower towards the ground. As much as she tried, she couldn't quite avoid the sheets of rain ravenging against her body. No matter what direction she turned, the rain seemed to follow her! The red mare could feel her body tiring, her muscles were getting so tired, and so cold from the rain. The temperature had dropped quite drastically, and she was being chilled to the bone. With an exasperated sigh, she lifted her head at the random crack of lighting. It peirced her ear drums, god that was so loud! She didn't know lightening could be that loud! Wait a minute, she flared her nostrils. That.. what was not the smell of fresh rain mixing with the earth and mud. She flickered her ears, flaring her nostrils again, her skull lifting back into the air. Oh god, that was FIRE! She jolted, suddenly finding a new found burst of energy. Out of the millions of ways to die, okay maybe not millions, but lots of ways to die, she was not going to die via smoke inhalation or being burned alive! She broke back into a trot, not knowing if she was headed into the fire or away, the rain was still coming down in sheets far too hard to see much. Ah fuck, this was the wrong direction!! Smoke and rain mixed together, burning her eyes and choking her lungs. The red mare switched directions, turning back around. Shit, shit shit! The flames seemed to outweigh the rain, and began to lick their way around her frame. Pushing her back the way she had originally came.
The flames licked in a U shape around her, eating through any old tree's and branches that were around her. To her right, Spitfire thought she could see a cave of sort. Maybe that was something she could take shelter in? A flicker of hope lingered in her exhausted brown eyes. As she continued, it did really appear to be some type of shelter! But the only thing separating her from the shetler was.. fire. She took a deep breath, getting as close to the flames as she dared. The heat radiated off of the flames, and bounced against her pelt. The chestnut mare took a deep breath, closing her eyes for just a moment - clearing her head and letting and world fade around her. When she opened her eyes back up, there was a look of determination on her face. Charging forwards, she raced forwards the flame. With a sharp shove of her hind quarters, she pushed her self up and over the flame. She landed with a large thud on the other side of the ground, her week long legs barely catching her body on the otherside. She could feel the sting of the smoke and flames against the lower parts of her bodice. Only time would tell if it would be long lasting effects, but as of right now she wasn't worried about it. The rain continued to pelt down as she made her way closer to the large object. Ah, yes, yes! It was shetler! Another boom of lighting echoed through the air, followed by more claps of thunder. As she reached the opening of the cave, it briefly crossed her mind that there could be other creatures in side of it.. but she was willing to take the chance at this point. Stepping inside, the relief from the rain was almost instant. Spitfire let her eyes adjust for a few moments, her sides sucking in and out rapidly, trying to catch her breath.As she adjusted to the dark, but dry enviroment of the cave, it did appear it only went so far. Taking a few steps forwards, further into the darkness, it appeared she was the only creature to be in this shelter. Thank god. She didn't know if she could handle another dramatic event in one day or was it night at this point? Shit she could not remember. As her mind finally allowed it's self to decompress, she realized her legs and body was shaking. Exhaustion was beginning to creep into every crevass of her body. Slowly the chestnut mare let her body drop to the ground with a large THUMP. Spitfire exhaled quietly, letting her legs curl up under her body. Sleep. It might be for the weak, but right now, it was exactly what she wanted. As the storm raged on outside of the cave, the chestnut mare let her self drift off to sleep.
PROMPT: OF LAMBS & LIONS
CHAR: SPITFIRE
WORDS: 1604
STATUS: DONE