The Desert Prince

*Dart* · 05-09-2014, 04:54 PM

Dart

The high winds howled around him, the heat bearing down. Even for the near end of the Autumnal season, the Desert was still unforgiving. Parched and dehydrated, the young prince dragged his small body across the heated sands, crimson eyes seeking out a place of relief. A shelter where he could hide himself from the heat. Glancing behind him, his footprints had been swept away by the wind and sand, the sun beating down mercilessly upon him as the distance from where he traveled grew. He would not be turning back, no matter how much he wanted to. The life he once knew would be but a distant memory now, there was no turning back even if he wanted to else he forfeit his life.

It seemed as if his path was never ending. The more he walked, the more he began to lose hope. He had no clue where he was, nor if he would ever get out of this forsaken desert. At last, he would stop. Tail dragging on the ground, ears flattened to his head. Gazing around, he could see nothing but sand and sky for miles..."I'm going to die out here...how ironic is that..." He would begin to feel hopeless, tears fighting to pour yet he would hold them back. He would not die out here without trying to live. A shadow flickered overhead, catching his attention on the ground. Glancing towards the sky, he could see the silhouette of something against the sun, and soon others followed. They would circle him, at first he didn't see them as a threat, but the more the followed and the lower they came, the more he could see how much larger they were. His hackles rose, ears flattening against his crown as his tail tucked. The vultures were starting to get bold, eyeing him like a piece of prey. He quickened his pace, the vultures screaming at him overhead.

All of a sudden, he would feel a sharp pain on his back. Fur and a small piece of flesh torn as a vulture dove at him. One by one, they would begin to attack him, and a yelp would send him into a frenzied run. He raced across the sands, ducking his head as they dove at him, intent on making him their prey. Panicked, he would search around. Hoping for something, anything that would help him. And it was as if by some miracle, he would see the figure of what looked like a palm tree just over the dunes. Pushing himself faster, he would race towards it. Praying it wasn't some cruel trick of a mirage. He dodged and rolled from his attackers, though was still unlucky enough to receive scratches and bites from the monstrous birds. The trees would loom overhead now, a gasp of relief escaping his lips as he rushed into the oasis. A small pool of water lied in the middle of a few scattered palms and bushes, and without stopping he would dive straight towards the water. Not only was it a relief to him from the heat, but the vultures would sound their frustrations as the Fox remained in the safety of the water. When the shadows fell away after several long moments, his head would break the surface. A large intake of air filled his lungs, and he would then return to the shore. There he collapsed in the shallows, chest heaving and eyelids heavy. He was exhausted, hungry, and lost. Within moments, he would find himself in an uneasy nap.

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