ARAXES
tender heart
She was choking.
Araxes could feel every breath bringing in the taste of brine, sinking in to her lungs and causing her to gag. Her eyes burned and her body seemed to simply drift and move, the storm raging above, the waves moving her back and forth in the water. She felt like nothing but a rag doll, well aware of the pain lancing her from every wound, from new ones being formed as she was dragged over jagged shells and coral on the sandy bottom of the undertow.
Everything seemed to flash before her eyes up to this point, and another breath proved to be nothing but sea water that she attempted to cough out, legs thrashing and scraping more.
It had only been a stroll on the beach, that was all it was. A walk on the beach, a way to find the weeds in the water and certain plants that grew on the sands. The storm had been snarling in the distance but she was going to brave it. She needed some of the herbs from around here, for certain illness and aches, it was imperative to get them gathered and in stock.
"Take care you two," she had said to the boys with a smile, a kiss to each forehead despite the grumpy looks that were more playful than anything.
The journey had been fine, the beach had been gorgeous with the storm clouds far enough to wander on. A few plants and she'd be done, hadn't that been it?
She hadn't expected some sort of lurking danger, one that had pounced on her as she had rounded a corner. Sharp hooves and teeth and she had staggered along the rocks, backing off to a jutting edge that overlooked the sea. It hadn't been a far drop, but with punishing blows she had been sent toppling, leaving nothing but a few feathers in the air and blood on the rocks as she had gone down, had hit rocks. Had tasted brine and blood. Had seen the massive flash of lightning and the snarl of thunder.
Above, the figure waited, ensuring her demise.
The undertow was horrendous, and her legs gave a few kicks before she was suddenly breaking the surface, inhaling sharp stinging air. She gasped while she could before another wave crashed over her and she was sent head over heels in the water, feeling the impact of her body on the sands, on the shells, the drag of her hair and the sharp yanking and snapping of bones on a wing. Her screams were swallowed until there was nothing but near blackness.
By some miracle, a roaring surge came over, a massive wave that managed to throw her on the shore with it, a rare wave that had built up at the beach, and she was dragging on the sand, exhaling and coughing, raw and stinging. She couldn't see with her eyes closed, with the mane over her face, couldn't smell anything but salt and rain, the thunder and lightning above making it difficult to discern anything.
She did hear a voice however, her body shuddering. "Looks like it'll be you dying by my hooves, instead of the sea. Pity."
Araxes could feel every breath bringing in the taste of brine, sinking in to her lungs and causing her to gag. Her eyes burned and her body seemed to simply drift and move, the storm raging above, the waves moving her back and forth in the water. She felt like nothing but a rag doll, well aware of the pain lancing her from every wound, from new ones being formed as she was dragged over jagged shells and coral on the sandy bottom of the undertow.
Everything seemed to flash before her eyes up to this point, and another breath proved to be nothing but sea water that she attempted to cough out, legs thrashing and scraping more.
It had only been a stroll on the beach, that was all it was. A walk on the beach, a way to find the weeds in the water and certain plants that grew on the sands. The storm had been snarling in the distance but she was going to brave it. She needed some of the herbs from around here, for certain illness and aches, it was imperative to get them gathered and in stock.
"Take care you two," she had said to the boys with a smile, a kiss to each forehead despite the grumpy looks that were more playful than anything.
The journey had been fine, the beach had been gorgeous with the storm clouds far enough to wander on. A few plants and she'd be done, hadn't that been it?
She hadn't expected some sort of lurking danger, one that had pounced on her as she had rounded a corner. Sharp hooves and teeth and she had staggered along the rocks, backing off to a jutting edge that overlooked the sea. It hadn't been a far drop, but with punishing blows she had been sent toppling, leaving nothing but a few feathers in the air and blood on the rocks as she had gone down, had hit rocks. Had tasted brine and blood. Had seen the massive flash of lightning and the snarl of thunder.
Above, the figure waited, ensuring her demise.
The undertow was horrendous, and her legs gave a few kicks before she was suddenly breaking the surface, inhaling sharp stinging air. She gasped while she could before another wave crashed over her and she was sent head over heels in the water, feeling the impact of her body on the sands, on the shells, the drag of her hair and the sharp yanking and snapping of bones on a wing. Her screams were swallowed until there was nothing but near blackness.
By some miracle, a roaring surge came over, a massive wave that managed to throw her on the shore with it, a rare wave that had built up at the beach, and she was dragging on the sand, exhaling and coughing, raw and stinging. She couldn't see with her eyes closed, with the mane over her face, couldn't smell anything but salt and rain, the thunder and lightning above making it difficult to discern anything.
She did hear a voice however, her body shuddering. "Looks like it'll be you dying by my hooves, instead of the sea. Pity."
@Torstein || ahahahahaha
