this BLOODY sun

[sarah<3]

It was the last place you would expect to see a living creature beside scavengers. The graveyard had an eerie quietness to it, like even the wind and all else of nature was paying its respects to the ones that forever lay in the ground. It may have been the quiet that subconsciously brought her here. The massive chestnut mare wasn’t really concerned at the moment. Her vivid colored eyes seemed almost glazed over, as if not seeing the scenery around her. Not that there was much to see. It seemed that when daydreaming, Syrma’s legs had taken her to the least inhabited place in all of Alalume. The only company she now had wasn’t talking. They were dead, all rotten and decomposed. It was that small but heavy thought that jerked the large mare out of her lazy daydreaming. Even though there were no new bodies in the valley at the moment, the dead were still with her, decomposed into dirt right below her feet. She glanced down at the ground directly in front of her, noticing that she could see her second smaller horn out of the corner of her eyes, with a solemn glance that was almost amused. Suddenly the mental image of a decomposing equine filled her mind, and she watched as the horse slowly but steadily turned to dirt and then a row of brightly colored sun flowers filled the vacant spot where the equine once laid. And without any warning, Syrma began to giggle. “What is wrong with me today?” She usually wasn’t one to laugh at nothing, to walk for hours without knowing where she was going, or to daydream for so long. “It must be the heat,” she rationalized to herself. The warm weather always made her act strange, have her mood swings.

Hidden within her daydream, Syrma hadn’t noticed the blazing sun beating against her rather large body. But now back in the physical world, she could feel how hot she was becoming. It was a common problem; her gigantic wings were like an extra coat that covered her body, making it too easy to become overheated. In the winter, her wings were a blessing in disguise, keeping her warm even in the coldest of climates. In the summer, they were nothing but a curse. Her legs stop their slow walk as she spread her wings to half their span. Instantly, she could feel the difference on her flanks and sides, feel the air hit places that it couldn’t before. Syrma shook her head in frustration. She hated the heat, couldn’t stand the feeling of sweat sticking to her sides and underneath her long, stringy mane. Even on an average summer day like this, by other’s standards the day was not uncomfortable in its heat; all she wanted to do was hide in the shade until nightfall when she could move around without discomfort. But today Syrma’s wandering mind had changed that plan. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her head and get her bearings about what to do next. Certainly it was number one on her list was to find someplace cooler than standing in a treeless valley in the blazing sun surrounded by the dead.

ooc- ug, i hate writing into posts. a little short, open to anyone!

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