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10-19-2013, 05:47 PM
Cloven hooves wound through strange black grass with caution, heeding the malevolent darkness with suspicion gleaming through blue eyes. As the hill's crest began to flatten, pale bones dotted the field, skulls leering at her as she made her way across this grotesque place. Many hushed voices droned before her, their nervous tone settling over the orange haze of the pumpkin-light like a hundred jittery ghosts, fretting about the afterlife. It put her on edge, the hairs along her spine bristling beneath the buckskin mantle she wore. Others clambered through the path she followed; every step brought her closer to a writhing mass of bodies, disguised beneath outlandish costumes as she was, illuminated vaguely by the monstrous faces of the gourds. She felt curiosity nibble at her stomach, wondering why everyone was drawn to this place, why it compelled her to follow them.
As she slipped into the mass, little dark form erring through all the bodies, sometimes dissolving into water to gain access through the gaps, Huyana noticed several familiar faces: Lena, a garland of flowers which reminded the scholar of her own daughter, Carnesir and the warrior Korra, who she had not seen in many seasons. The rain mare materialized beside them, water twirling and oscillating into four slender pillars, orange light threading through them as they connected and knitted together into an easily recognizable form. At last she was there, peeking over heads to find the source of awe.
From what she could see, it was a grotesque thing, a dead bitch, milky eyes staring at them with equal deadness and dare. Skin is slough off one side, revealing decaying muscle and ligament beneath. Huyana wonders what animates it, what keeps it from falling apart at the seams entirely. She watched it with scholarly interest, blinking impassively as the undead growled at them. Head tilted, forelock falling across her eyes and winding over the base of her horn. Unhesitatingly, the rain girl stepped forward, studying the dog inquisitively. "I dare."
[Huy is Pocahontas]
