. . midnight dreary . .





aye, her name fits her well. of egyptian descent, no doubt. how could such a creature be classified as 'equine' when those eyes were too large, the face that of a tapering figure - similar to that of those bewitching felines. borne on the sands of the Sahara, a callow fledgling squalling not. no sound having been uttered from weakly fluttering labrums, maw gaping wide for assistance in respiratory means. her dam, a treasured vixen of the sheikh's stables; spurned as a runaway having fled, calling in plaintive tones as if asking for assurance from the empty desert. the little dirty babe merely lay flat where she had rested first after exiting matriarch's womb. only later on, driven by fits of maternal instinct had the flighty female return to her spawn in only a way a mother could.

That pallid and dusty child had evolved. Into a more agile form, filling out nicely but her front remained still narrow, strangely narrow. for all her wiry swift of foot and smart of brains, stripling was naught but an overgrown stork-child. her solo parent had long since kicked her away from her side now empty of nourishment for filling waif yet the duo traversed on at each other's side until there was a time the royal house of the desert returned to the scenario. the dusty ill colored youth's mother having gone running to the twoleggers so willingly that it left the younger minx with an acrid aftertaste of disgust. such idiocy. spinning on haunches, the dark sierran drudge had taken off, en route elsewhere..