Drawloween - Dust Devils

The days pass slow out here. Marrow doesn’t know how to feel about it. To say he’s bored would be incorrect— he’s worked. He has companions. There are certainly worse lives to be living, though Marrow wouldn’t know that to be true. No, certainly this is nothing he understands. Across the fence, Piri is in the same boat. Though she's still largely feral, with her nasty disposition and desire to take a bite out of anyone who comes too close, she's also adequately entertained.

That doesn't prevent the pair from their scuffles. Something brewing on the horizon, something strange sweeping through the landscape. Piri is the first to feel it, beginning to pace in her paddock. It's not frantic, not yet. One end to the next, ears pinned to her skull. Marrow's curiosity would kill the cat. His head hanging over the fence line, a loud huff as he tries to track exactly what she's on about. The mare is quick to close the gap, ears pinned, teeth gnashing. A swift bite to his muzzle, teeth raking against flesh. The blood comes quickly, and serves as a distraction as to what's kicked up in the back of Marrow's paddock.

A stiff breeze, stiffer than stiff. It picks up the dry grasses, the leftover hay, and begins to spin. Marrow's dark gaze is quick as it finally hits the phenomenon. Though the black stallion doesn't panic, it's certainly something he wants little to do with. Stumbling back from the spice mare and her bared teeth, he feels as if he's caught between a rock (some dust?) and a hard (toothy?) place. A shrill cry, caught between two less than ideal scenarios. The dust devil continues to spin, ripping across the ground and coming in Marrow's direction.

He moves. Quickly, ears pinned to his skull, he moves. Trying to dodge out of the way, moving along the fence line. Piri is quick to chase him. The spice mare gives chase, nearly gleeful. Was she tormenting Marrow? Perhaps. Trying to push the stallion toward the dust devil. Though she couldn't tell exactly how strong it would be, part of her is far too amused by the idea that it could pick him up and carry him away. Really, she's the worst neighbor.