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illustrations done by  heart-of-a-dragoness


He eventually looked up at the sky. The sun was at it's zenith and the shade was all but gone. He grunted and continued on. His ears falling down to his head and his sweat melting off him as he struggled through the heat, praying for the sun to set. Eventually it did and for a time he was relieved. He sat once more near a cacti. His throat scratchy in protest of lack of water. His body screaming for sleep and something beyond windswept sand to fill its stomach. Theos looked down his muzzle at his hooves. His tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth to taste and swallow what little saliva he had. It was a shame he didn't own anything. Not even a bucket to have carried water out here. Not even a day had passed and already he felt like he was going to die.

Theos began walking again the moment he could see his breath. How could something so hot turn so cold? Theos walked all night in the brisk, unforgiving cold of the desert. This way he would stay alive and unfrozen. Theos collapsed when the sun began to rise and the heat started to set in again. He pulled himself into the shade of a cacti and fell asleep. The danger of freezing during the night gone. His worries of the day all but forgotten. His eyes closed and he lay there motionless as though he were truly dead.

He would lay there for quite sometime until the sun hit him. It’s blaring light and blazing heat in full force with it now high in the sky. He looked up slightly and gave a despairing sigh. He wobbled to his legs and began moving again to the south. He hoped he was close to the city. How far had the birds said it was again? Two or three days? Was he still going in the right direction?