Post by Maiya on Jan 15, 2007 21:56:02 GMT -5
And Allah said to the North Wind,
'I will that a creature proceed from thee. Condense thyself.'
Clop-clop, clop-clop, clop-clop....
The blood-painted newcomer cantered boldly into these strange lands. So many odd smells greeted her; other horses, sex, slavery, despair, tinges of human, death; it was night overwhelming!! The vixen's black nostrils flared in a startled snort as her Arabian blood heated. She wheeled in a tight circle, then calmed herself sufficiently to advance on the strange object before her. It was a section of ground cordoned off from the rest by wooden things--fences, she thought they were called. One section hung broken, low enough that she might easily just step over it to gain entrance to this holding area. She might also jump; another section was broken but a bit higher off the ground. Hmmm....humans used things like this, she knew, when taking her kind as their slaves. They they tied ropes to their necks and beat them, forcing them to accept the weight of a person or a load on their back. Graceful neck arching, Auset sniffed the pen carefully. There was a human-scent clinging to it, but it was faint. Old. Humans had not been here in a good long while. That was enough for her. Snorting, Auset stepped neatly over the fence and pranced about the pen, waiting to see what would happen next.
And the North Wind condensed itself, and thus was born the horse......
'I will that a creature proceed from thee. Condense thyself.'
Clop-clop, clop-clop, clop-clop....
The blood-painted newcomer cantered boldly into these strange lands. So many odd smells greeted her; other horses, sex, slavery, despair, tinges of human, death; it was night overwhelming!! The vixen's black nostrils flared in a startled snort as her Arabian blood heated. She wheeled in a tight circle, then calmed herself sufficiently to advance on the strange object before her. It was a section of ground cordoned off from the rest by wooden things--fences, she thought they were called. One section hung broken, low enough that she might easily just step over it to gain entrance to this holding area. She might also jump; another section was broken but a bit higher off the ground. Hmmm....humans used things like this, she knew, when taking her kind as their slaves. They they tied ropes to their necks and beat them, forcing them to accept the weight of a person or a load on their back. Graceful neck arching, Auset sniffed the pen carefully. There was a human-scent clinging to it, but it was faint. Old. Humans had not been here in a good long while. That was enough for her. Snorting, Auset stepped neatly over the fence and pranced about the pen, waiting to see what would happen next.
And the North Wind condensed itself, and thus was born the horse......
