Horribly Weakened

[cammy]

Viper staggared weakly into the terra. Blades dragged at the loam, dial hung. Usually at this age colts would be packing on weight, but the ribs of this babe hung from his sides like the prongs of a fork, clearly visable under his ebon pelt. A weeze worked his nares, and he plodded on, like a dark, gaunt skeleton. Orbs looked dead, and his hips were hallowed. Starvation.

Crimson stained his flank, springing easily from him, draining blood from him every moment. His vision was blurred and doubled, and a huge, black brute swam in front of him. He tried to lash out but couldn't. Appendages crumpled under him, and he lay on his side on the loam. The dream, the vision evaporated. Only his pain. Only his longing. For a home.

Viper's orbs became hidden beneath his lids, and he dropped into unconciousness.

[White_Rider]

Friday was walking along talking to herslef when she stumbled over a young foal.She snorted and turned around swiftly anger in her eyes.When she sighted the unconcious foal her eyes softened.
{Dead foal in the path.}
She prodded him.
{Not dead elive.Come young one.}
With a swift thurst the mare pulled the yound thing off the ground and onto it's feet and held tight to its nape.

[cammy]

He felt a sharp pain on his spinal cord and struggled weakly, regaining enough conciousness to rasp "Are you dark?" A cough proceeded his weak words, and he felt as if the darkness would take him again. But he stayed awake, for he must see if her aliance was his. And the pain in his nape and spine kept him concious, too.

[White_Rider]

The mare just stared for a little bit.She licked his wounds slowly and sniffed him.
{I'm neutral-dark.Are you dead young one?}

[cammy]

Would I be talking to you if I was? he hissed, his tone clearly desplaying his weakness though he tried to hide it. A rasp was all that had become of his voice. He tried to move away, struggling weakly as the wench tried to lick him.

[White_Rider]

The mare let the foal go pondering.
{Well then I guess you are right.You wouldn't be speaking if you had gone away.}
Swiftly she picked the colt up again and swept him away half draggin half carrying him.
{Now, Now young'un come with me I'll hav you fixed up soon}

[cammy]

The sharp pain seized him again and he lost conciousness once more, being dragged over the rough earth by an unfamiliar, not even dark vix. (where are we going?)

[White_Rider]

(Black hills)
Friday dragged the dark colt off to the Black Hills where she had a crude living space.

[dreamer22]

Then a White Andalusian came up behind The mare then whinnyed {What are you doing?}
{That foal belongs to the dead he is one of them!}