The soil churns beneath your cracked feet, dirt and pine needles wedging into the wide crevices that have shattered long toes. The foul, familiar stench of blood dripped off of the dark stranger with cool eyes, the white streak that leaks down her long face left clean; your nostrils pinch tight against the unpleasant scent and red ears flick backward. Before you can even gather yourself back up, the female is unhesitant in looking you over - Matching you up we growl, ready to pump our minds through your body once that last wall of fear is knocked over. Our hot finger nails curl into scaly palms, pin pricks allowing imaginary blood to seep from our nonexistent hands.

"Hello." the mare begins, her dark eyes almost as black as her hide in this terrible lighting. You tuck your crimson snout into your chest, empty eyes watching her closely, hoping she would not lurch at you if she were to catch you off guard; Ouija rouses from her sleep once more, beyond irritated with the situation. A low growl comes from your dark withers, hidden below the cocoon of hair, until she slips out of the narrow bed and slips to the forest floor. Unaware of what is making you so nervous, she blinks against the black surroundings, her wet nose wiggling to catch the scent of fresh blood. A hungry rumble occupies her never-ending belly, black eyes searching for the kill, landing on the jet black mare.

Kill mutt, kill! we cackle from our white apartment, raking nails against the backs of your eyes, but it is unlike the young cub to violently attack.. she is more of the "let me lick and cuddle you to death" kind of companion. By this time, the nameless mare has taken a broad step forward, completely closing in the already uncomfortable space between the two of you - "And who are you?" she questions, her voice still warm and misleading to your wreck of a mind. "V-Voodoo." You stammer, watching the raven circle around your narrow body.

You can feel her eyes engulfing your tired body, searching you over like a hungry coyote before it drags away the scraps that the mountain lion had left. Beneath you, Ouija waddles out of the stranger's way, twisting between your front legs into her favorite spot, black rimmed ears cupped forward, oily eyes intensely watching the female. "I'm Sialia." the voice finally responds, the body ending before you again where she swings to face you, ears perked forward as if she were expecting something from you. She smells of only the forest and fresh air; perhaps an outcast. You had been tucked away in the Throat for a generous amount of time before heading for the Threshold, so it would be extremely easy for you to have missed this one.

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