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flared nostrils did little to sweeting the rancid smell that lingered. she was reluctant to open her mouth for fear the smell would sink through her body and eat her from inside out. it was the smell, she knew, of death- of carcass, of prey, knawed at and left to rot. she could hear their snarls on the wind- the way most feel it whispers names of the lost and lonely, she could feel the whisper of rumbling death, coming from nowhere and with destination equally as bleak. it was never made and would never fade- it merely existed. quivering slightly, she wondered on her stumbling feet- if the source of that noise made itself known, would she last three seconds ? maybe it would snap up right now. maybe it would jump right up and take that forsaken leg clean off. oh, she longed for it. she would give it to them if it would not cause her own death. she knew she had to keep her guard up, stay aware, stay focused- but her eyes seemed to be closing themselves, wanting the sleep she so often missed completely, something or other plaguing her mind so deeply she could not sleep. the image of her own foal, her own flesh, blood, lain on that thin layer of snow, lifeless. curse that winter. curse the winters before, after. curse what had made her herd so weak, so vunerable to whoever felt whim to snatch it. but no, she must, must keep eyes open, keep focus. life was bleak, but what was the alternative ? she didn't have a clue. anything. who could know, possibly ?
hunger chewed at her belly with vengence, for so long she had felt so far from anything, so detached she could survive without food. of course, this was not the case. of course not. that was mere stupidity. but now she felt it, she dared not lower her head to rip the grass, grass that by all right should not be there, she became an easy target. legs could kick, be so aware of their destruction, fight back. with a good aim at a throat or a forehead, the world was your oyster. there was no escape for a victim stupid enough to let their guard down so.
her skin. oh, her skin. it crawled, with bugs so she dare not imagine. she knew they were livid with disease, as she was probably also, but could not care beyond the itch they caused her. they were not so severe that they ran visible over her coat, dull with the weather, but oh, how they could bite ! and no amount of rain could wash them away. they disgusted her, truly. she felt sickened, to the stomach.
and, as if on cue to her thoughts, the heavens opened. rain pounded with more fury than was normal, making the bleak land seem even duller, and left no survivors, hunting out each dry inch and smothering it with that depression that seemed to come, so inevitably, with the violent rain.
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