Don't sink in the sand!
04-04-2013, 02:13 PM
The rain fell with surprising quiet across the desert scape, which came as a contrast to the noise the skies created. Vengeful roars of the clouds became a symphony within the skies warning the unfortunate wayward...those lost wandering souls, that there was more yet to come...they need only wait and see.
And as it was her first encounter with the rain, she did not want it to be her last. Graceful strides forfeit her haste, she hurried across the sands as she was able. Shared with her progression was the weight of clinging mud threatening to drag down the beast and hold her under the downpour. Persistence kept her upon her paws as well as the drive to carry on toward shelter. This place was unknown yet the way of the earth was near consistent; if there was a river dried or otherwise, there was bound to be trees or some manner of cover. A shrub would have sufficed, but something larger would have been desired.
As the waters collecting within the desolate bed began to rise, so did she ascend from her muddied slope toward flat, reachable planes. A great deal more was left to travel and like a mad thing she increased her lope to a charge; a prickled spectacle standing just within sight. A few yards more and shelter was hers, and she would ensure she survived to see another morn.
And as it was her first encounter with the rain, she did not want it to be her last. Graceful strides forfeit her haste, she hurried across the sands as she was able. Shared with her progression was the weight of clinging mud threatening to drag down the beast and hold her under the downpour. Persistence kept her upon her paws as well as the drive to carry on toward shelter. This place was unknown yet the way of the earth was near consistent; if there was a river dried or otherwise, there was bound to be trees or some manner of cover. A shrub would have sufficed, but something larger would have been desired.
As the waters collecting within the desolate bed began to rise, so did she ascend from her muddied slope toward flat, reachable planes. A great deal more was left to travel and like a mad thing she increased her lope to a charge; a prickled spectacle standing just within sight. A few yards more and shelter was hers, and she would ensure she survived to see another morn.