"Was that a mirage?" "Is the heat finally getting to me?" Any traveler that had been in the desert for a wile would certainly have questions like thoughs running through their minds at the specticle that raced through the scorching sands. A small cuniflare could be seen riding the back of a large turkezilla about twice the cuniflare's size. In the smaller creature's paws were reigns that fitted around the bird's powerful jaws. The cuniflare, befittingly named Kriat, pointed his trusted mount into the wind, sand clinging to his fur and the turkezilla dubbed Zues's feathers. However, they both seemed determined.
Zues used his front claws along with his feet to pull himself over the shifty ground under him, letting his fluffy rider guide him in the right directions. "Get on, Zues! Get on!" Kriat urged. Now just because the cuniflare wasn't running like his companion didn't mean he wasn't building endurance as well. The blazing heat collected in his dark fur and his skin felt like it was on fire. All the wile the equally hot wind blew sand into the bunny's eyes and ears, rubbing them raw. Zue's tender neck and head were also very red.
Kriat's nose twitched and he tugged on his mount's reigns lightly. "Steady, Zues. Steady." he called. When the turkezilla had come to a complete stop, Kriat lifted his nose in the air and flicked his ears about. Yes, water was near. They were close to an oasis. Kriat could feel himself going up and down by Zues's heavy panting. The cuniflare tapped the reigns and pointed Zues torward the scent of the water.
How can you see into my eyes like open doors,
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb,
Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold,
Until you find it there and lead it back home...
Kirk Grimm