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Post by Lady B on Mar 29, 2016 14:48:46 GMT -5
Typically Bathsheba resided in the Grasslands where food and water was plentiful, the weather perfect, and most equines were nice or at least tolerable. However she noticed there were fewer and fewer equines in the Weaklands than she remembered. Little by little, Bathsheba began to widen her range in search of other horses. Little by little, she became scared.
Nearly a fortnight ago Bathsheba left the Weaklands after she hadn't seen a horse in nearly a month. She left the comfort of her home of plenty of food and water and shelter into a land that had so few, and perhaps nothing, necessities to offer. Slowly she picked her way across the ultra dry landscape that was nearly devoid of vegetation and certainly had not seen water in a day and a half. Because she had not had water, and only a couple bites of something she thought was edible, her mouth was utterly parched. Her mouth opened and closed as she smacked her lips and tried to lick her lips, feeling the intense cottonmouth sensation just making her mouth taste horrible!
One wrong step caused Bathsheba to stumble and she yelp-squealed. Immediately she froze after that with her ears nearly straight out from the side of her head, eyes wide, and huffing and panting trying to calm her fast-beating heart. A frown now appeared once she sighed and straightened up a little better and whimper-moaned.
Bathsheba blinked her eyes several times quickly as dust was kicked up and assaulted her face. She snorted and snorted and snorted to get the dust from her nose and then coughed. So dusty it choked her and she hung her head and whimpered again. "Where is everyone?"
After a long day wandering farther from home, she stopped for the night near a rock and laid down but it offered very little comfort. She stayed awake most of the night even though she tried to sleep. Once dawn broke, she was up and on the move again.
By mid-day, Bathsheba was in dire need of food and especially water. Her cottonmouth was nearly unbearable. Her head was nearly hung low as she trudged on. When she came upon what she thought was just odd rocks, but was a skeleton, poor Bathsheba freaked out! She jumped away as if leaping over a small creek, squealed, her eyes wide, and she panicked. Off she raced across the dry landscape heavily breathing and wide-eyed but she was so blinded by her fear, mixed with her misery, that she was not paying attention to where she was going.
