The Greatest Fear 7
His eyes opened to a brightening sky of pinks and purples. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath of the dawn air. A metallic rotting scent made his nose wrinkle and he gasped as memories flooded back to him. Sitting up so fast he almost snapped his back; he looked around for the monster that had attacked him. What he saw was a corpse with the top of the head on a hinge of skin, the brain and wall of the skull open to the hungry eyes of the ravens.
He allowed himself a moment of relaxed relief before he tensed up again looking for Tsingena, remembering the black and silver blur as she had leaped with the knives at the thing’s head. His eyes were met with the sight of his horse’s healed back, as it was curled protectively around something. He got to his feet, walking unsteadily towards the horse, looking over the spiked mane at what the horse was protecting.
Tsingena was curled in the circle the horse had made around her, head pillowed on its shoulder, oblivious to the horse’s muzzle resting so affectionately on her shoulder and the quickly brightening sky. He rested his fingertips lightly on her neck, right below the jaw, feeling for a pulse. After a few moments he felt it, slow and steady, slower than normal maybe, but that was okay. She was alive. He sighed as he sat down with his back to the horse’s, leaning against it as he watched the sun rise once more above the tree-covered hills and fill both the land and the sky with light.
((I will post more when I have time to type some more up! I hope that you like my story so far and please leave me some comments))
He allowed himself a moment of relaxed relief before he tensed up again looking for Tsingena, remembering the black and silver blur as she had leaped with the knives at the thing’s head. His eyes were met with the sight of his horse’s healed back, as it was curled protectively around something. He got to his feet, walking unsteadily towards the horse, looking over the spiked mane at what the horse was protecting.
Tsingena was curled in the circle the horse had made around her, head pillowed on its shoulder, oblivious to the horse’s muzzle resting so affectionately on her shoulder and the quickly brightening sky. He rested his fingertips lightly on her neck, right below the jaw, feeling for a pulse. After a few moments he felt it, slow and steady, slower than normal maybe, but that was okay. She was alive. He sighed as he sat down with his back to the horse’s, leaning against it as he watched the sun rise once more above the tree-covered hills and fill both the land and the sky with light.
((I will post more when I have time to type some more up! I hope that you like my story so far and please leave me some comments))
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