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09-16-2013, 05:15 PM
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And suddenly, bad went to worse. Monsters of slick, black goo seeped into the area, destroying the nests. I realized I had left mine upon the ground, but even before they could leap to my nest, I swept it into my jaw, trying to keep it safe. So far tar had not touched it, so maybe, just maybe, this child would be able to nest within it. I raised my head, the sheen white glimmer in my eye was a sign of fear. Hooves were swallowed, the demons swept across the ground, reaching for the doe. I watched them pass me, the creatures of slime, they sought the doe, the child. I widened my eyes, fear striking my gut. I felt the heavy weight as the tar sought to hold me prisoner.
A pristine mare wailed, fighting the tar. I huffed, putting my strength into raising my hoof. My large body proved heavy to pull, yes, but my muscle and semi-flexibility allowed me to heave my weight over, spinning to face the doe. I watched in horror and the thick goop began to devour the does' dying body. I placed the box atop my back, struggling. I was only a foot from the doe, or, what I thought was the doe. I struggled, pulling myself to where I hoped the glowing orb was. I droned out a stallion's screaming, trying to focus. One move could leave me stuck in the tar. I shivered as I thought of it, seeping into my mouth, sliding down my throat, filling my entire body with tar, choking me. I swear I saw a flickering glow from within the dark tar. Fear ripped through me, my muscles tensed. I would fling myself upward if my teeth fastened on anything, yes, that was my plan. I gave one heave, pushing myself closer to the faint glow. I thought my hoof had touched what was left of the doe, but I couldn't be sure. It was dark, and even with my night vision, fear had wrapped a silken cloth around my eyes. With a gulp, I desperately reached for what I hoped to be the doe's neck, searching desperately for the orb. I felt my neck, pressure slowly bending it to a point of pain. I narrowed my brow, trying to grab what I thought was the child. And now, my life (and possibly even the child's) was in the wicked hands of Fate. "Talk talk talk" |
table by whit
i am a king
and the world is beneath me
and the world is beneath me
