you're gone and
i gotta stay high
— all the time

he looks up at her with blue, icy eyes. she lets loose a delicate gasp, feeling his eyes of sky burning through her with a horrendous feeling creeping along her spine. he's going to kill you, something whispers in the back of her head. she flicks back her ears, lips parted slightly as she takes a step back. she swears his eyes are burning a hole through her body, burrowing straight to her heart.

and suddenly—

he crumbles.

she watches him slip down, knees colliding with the solid earth, her eyes widening at the thud that rings out to her from his large, spotted body as it hits the earth. she noticed the rain beginning to fall from the clouds above, the world around her growing humid. she cannot feel the cold rain hit her body, she has no skin to feel it. she raises her had for a moment, droplets collecting at her ducts. and finally she can cry, the rain drops slipping down her cheeks beside the countless other droplets that slide across her smooth surface.

she looks back at the pale stallion, noticing he hasn't gotten up. she doesn't know if she should be concerned and help the man or if she should turn and walk away. something tells her not to leave him behind, to go and aid this man she does not know. she takes a few hesitant steps forward, her body quivering with fear. wind blows fragile strands of glass about, her cold, fragile body appearing in the light with an odd texture due to the droplets of water that run down her sides.

uh— excuse me? are— are you alright? she whispers, trying to raise her voice for the last few words. she takes another step, worry printed across her face. she was making such an awful decision as she approaches him, standing but a stride away now. surely she could outrun him, for she was already standing, he was laying down, and he was larger, likely slower. yet she still keeps her distance, the innocent childe taking a step back, heart beating swiftly as fear creeps up her spine, a slither serpent winding its way up her clear, fragile pillars. she would be holding her breath, if she had lungs to hold it.

uhm.. do— do you need aid? she asks timidly, brows curling upwards as she lowers her head slightly, staring at the alabaster stud that lays upon the damp earth. she didn't want to leave him, but she didn't want to help him either. a Stallion, he was certainly a murderer just like the rest of them, evil, cruel, playing the hearts of mares with such ease they barely think about it at all.