FireFlys Horses.... Nights decent, was leaching the warmth from the rock below FireFly...She drew up her knees, her back pressed against the stone. Her eyes fell into the depths above...Stars Blazed, their intensity creating an audible hum. The moon, shaped like a feral cats eye, rode the sky ...Bestowing her magic in shards of silver, outlined in deepest black . The absence of light , bathes the surroundings in a cloak of invisibility...The breeze tastes of tall grasses and rolling hills... The perfume of plenty for her horses. She could hear their sounds in the darkness, the breaths of the large horses a song of power and presence. Their Loyalty and trust humbling. Ten horses were with her, Rain and Coffee, Apple was too...Each of the other horses were called her Runners ....There were no others their equal. Young and talented these horses were restless to begin the adventure they were born for ...The herd would never hold them ...FireFly Grinned ... Rain chuffed a warning ...Everyone went still...FireFly eased her six out of the well oiled holster...rolling to her stomach atop rock and flattening to its surface in one fluid motion. A small shower of stones hid the click of the hammer...She waited, they all waited...A tall buckskin mare pawed the ground to her left ...The horses began to move ...Steady ...Steady ..She silently plead. They gathered towards her, as if drawn by her thoughts . Something was out there..And it did not feel right. Firefly slid silently down the rock to land between the horses gathered there. They crowded close. Running her hands across their muscled flesh she squeezed between them till she could crouch in the shadows cast by the moonlight above. Rain stepped in front of her, she pushed at his leg...His breath came out like a growl ...She stilled ...They were not alone.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 22:44:58 +0000
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