.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
04-15-2016, 09:11 PM
I've never been a rich man
And that was how the west was won
And that was how the west was won
Panic. Anxiety. Terror
It was a deluge of feeling, foreign and strange. Wrapping, stroking, suffocating… a harsh and unwanted introduction to a world she was unprepared for. There was a terrible lacking of warm, moist, and safe - here was – cold. Was that right? Cold, damp, musty, a sensation of building, a pregnant pause, what was it? Suddenly she was moving, everything was moving and she was reaching; nose, legs, body, and she had a need to be close. Close to what? To her. Her.
What was her? She did not know and yet… there was a warm tingling in her gut that drew her up and forward, beckoning, a need that made chilly nostrils flare and big ears flop. Everything was so big, in fact, and she could not seem to grasp at anything steady. Soft, a stretch of soft and pliable material met scrabbling hooves and she stilled, chest heaving dramatically. Her?
Light, was that right? Shapes, blurred and unrecognizable as eyelids fluttered clumsily. Sight came swiftly, too swiftly and noise exploded through her nose, a sharp sound of surprise and pain. Eyes adjusted, slowly but surely and as things came into focus, there it was. It was a behemoth of a thing and she was frightened and desperate all at once. A clamor of breath escaped her lungs as the need to be with this thing hit hard and strong. Her, she was sure! She was big and dark with parts and pieces she did not understand. It was not important; all that mattered was the harried rush of emotion racing laps through her veins, new, fresh, and alive.
She moved again, this time with a purpose. Instinct propelled gangly limbs in every which direction, seeking to find stability. The ground was close, too close and she needed to be higher, up. So she tried to get there, always her eyes on the big black her lying close, a continuous comfort probing soundlessly at the fear struggling to break free. Was there nothing more she could do? Her hind legs wound not cooperate as her upper half took wing, only to fall. What could she do! “Y-” voice, sound, a voice! She turned to gaze helplessly at her. “You!
"talking here"
(I am so sorry this is a literal mess, it's been like 2 years since I've touched roleplaying ;n;)
@Sialia @Reginald
