No little chicklets, the gods do not hear your prayers.

But that doesn't mean that no-one does.

The air stills - a hush falls. Things seem to grow stagnant and old; have the shrines aged before your eyes? Do they grow yellow with the stains of time, or are you perhaps deceived? It was a long journey but...ah no. You know you're feeling alright, but something is definitely happening. The air feels thick, and suddenly everything else feels small. The shrines - the flowers and veins and rocks littered across this place - hurtle away from you, even as your hooves remain firmly planted on the ground. Stars swirl and swim before your vision, and suddenly the air around you feels both cold and hot. That can't be right.

What's happening?

Laughter rings out - it comes from everywhere and no where. Don't bother to flicker your ears chicklets, you shan't find the source. But if you do listen, you'll hear a word hidden in that laughter, bouncing around it.

a-hungry.

It's soft, but it's there. Unmistakable. The laughter is maniacal. You should run, but you find that you can't. The world suddenly bounces back towards you again - those same rocks and flowers now flying back towards you with dizzying speed - and you still find that you cannot move. As your vision begins to steady - the world no longer appearing to move, you notice something else.

Something black? (a-hungry).

The shrines no longer appear yellow with age, but darkened. But the sun hasn't set? Even so, it is like a shadow has fallen into the corner of your vision, eating and swallowing everything. But fear not the dark chicklets, for this is no shadow. It is a living (a-hungry) thing.

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Spiders leap suddenly - their existence now known - towards the two mares. Their bodies are pitch black, marked only by a red hour glass. They move in tandem, swallowing the ground as they lunge forward. They bite and pinch as they scurry up the legs of the two mares, leaving a bloody trail in their wake. They are (a-hungry) oblivious to whatever screams or cries the chicklets might be making. They only want food. They pull clumps of hair, feathers, and skin as their assault continues. The wounds they inflict are paranormal - it is as if they are simply inhaling the flesh.

Now might be a good time to run, chicklets. They are still a-hungry.

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Oh no! Both Aurelia and Destry have sustained serious injuries. Each of their legs is badly bitten and cut. Other injuries they have sustained include: loss of feathers, infected cuts, puss-filled boils, and a painful rash.

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