You've been missing for quite a while one of us murmurs in the back of your hollow skull, Not that any one would notice! the other shouts, allowing each of us to laugh a little at your low rank. You know that you don't matter, and now that two years have passed since we've all come to this fairytale land, you've accepted that you are nothing to this world. Still, a small spark that rested in the depths of your heart had burst into a weak flame; seeing the eyes of something that you had quenched that undying thirst for love, even if you have not seen the young boy since your meeting. Of course, the mare - Aurelia - was still a stranger to you, and how she had reacted to your fresh knowledge of offspring did not make you want to become anything more than just that.

With that weak flame, you continue on, reminded every day that, perhaps, life isn't as bad as it seems. All of these feelings of lost hope and abandonment make a sleepy Ouija whimper from the warm blanket of your thick, wavy hair. Peeking out a fuzzy white face, her big black eyes opening just enough to watch your crimson snout crane to the left; eye contact is made between the two of you for only a second before she is pulling back into her make-shift cave of hair. Slowly but surely, you are headed back to the Throat with no intentions to stop and babble.. but then again, who ever really wants to talk to you? And - of course - with that thought, the heavy thud of violent feet against the earth and the undeniable squeal of pain makes you stop in your tracks, red dipped ears perking forward while empty eyes search the forest uneasily.

Overhead, the limbs of ancient trees twist together, vines that are able to survive the minimal amount of light climbing up and choking out the bark beneath; streams of light filter through the arches, only strong enough to leak out onto the earth below in small patches.. as for the rest of the forest, it is nearly pitch black, and your eyes never truly adjust to this. Silence is a close friend of the dense forest, leaving an eerie cloak across the entire region. We can feel you trying to wake your fearless companion, but she stays in her groggy world of tasty birds and endless fields to bop bunnies' heads.

Wine red eyes search frantically for whatever it is that is upsetting small woodland creatures, but you fail to find anything. A few minutes of silence and standing completely still leads you to believe that the coast is clear, but as always, your body is now tense and on edge. Gnarled hooves touch the dirt soundlessly, crowned skull dropping below your shoulders in order to sneak just a little easier; but what is there to even be sneaking from? Nothing you pussy, Man up! we growl, pacing around the white-washed room that keeps us trapped and locked down.

It only takes a minute for the silence to be shattered once again by another woodland creature's cries; this sends you off of the edge, startling every single nerve and causing your high-strung body to lurch forward. Swerving between close trees covered in the driest moss, you find yourself face to face with a stranger. Front hooves dig into the loose earth, back legs bending beneath your weight to slide to a hault - hopefully before you run into this dark mare.

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