Sunlight pours from the blue skies, small puffy clouds floating by weightlessly, sparing the earth of more snow shower for just a little while longer. The dirt stands off of the earth like hairs on excited flesh, crunching loudly beneath dark hooves with each step. Ouija wanders silently out of sight, trying her hardest to stray as far from their bond as possible.. that has been the hardest thing on him yet, coming so close to losing his beloved companion. His child. But while he loses one familiar face, he gains another. Another that the empty, bloodied man has known for years. An intimate friend.
This friend, it is like no other. It stands below our wild-haired friend's shoulders, possibly reaching a full fifteen hands if it were able to stand up straight. What was once a vibrant, healthy hue of yellowed dun painted onto the creature's body is now a sickly white; ribs nearly visible below paper-thin hide and festering sores. It smells of rotting flesh, what hair is remaining hangs limply in strands from both it's neck and tail bone. Lifeless black eyes that were once honey brown watch the world as it unfolds to our friend, and little to no cartilage leaves the creature's bones to grind against each other as it moves, often times making unpleasant noises.
It calls itself Sarom.
He should have recognized that voice, but it was all too real.
You, dear reader, can imagine how hard this must be on our Voodoo. Can you not?
Blended perfectly into the freshly powdered forest, Ouija watches him move uneasily, those dull red eyes that she had been born loving avoided something that she could not make sense of. Concern had gotten her into trouble in the near past, as had anger when she could not understand. Her bonded had completely turned. He was thinning out again from not eating (Frostfall was of no help, of course), refusing to sleep, telling this "Sarom" to leave him alone, pacing anxiously. Now, Ouija had always been aware of her bonded father's mental disorders, but he never allowed her to know exactly what it was that was going on inside of his head. Their bond allowed her to feel his physical and emotional pain. It had lead to her own mind dancing back and forth from happy to anxious, to painfully lonely to furious. She had experienced it all along side with him. Yet, the unicorn refused to let her see what he does. To hear what he does.
For that, she knew she should be thankful. But how can one be thankful for their own sanity when the other half of them was sinking lower and lower?
His jaws flexed tightly and Ouija's small chest began to burn with anger, or grief? Grief of what? The man with the messy curls of hair dropped his long face between his shoulders, letting out a deep breath which momentarily hid his features from the lurking fox. Her own sadness began to pull itself over her body like a heavy blanket. All the snow fox knew to do at this point was leave him be. Without a word, Ouija spurred to the left, wandering further away from her bonded.
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Muscles twitched beneath a thick gray coat, the cold still stinging his thin legs while the sun tried its hardest to kiss the earth and its inhabitants. His jaws clenched and relaxed in a steady rhythm - something to keep his mind distracted - as they moved as a pair. The creature limped along, flies buzzing around an open green sore on it's sharp left hip bone. Whether the skin had finally gotten thin enough to break, or if the combination of the infection and flies dining on his diseased hide were what had allowed it to split open, Voodoo was not sure. What he was sure of though, was that Sarom had not stopped staring the entirety of the walk.
Silence. The only sounds were feet grinding down ice, and bone grinding down bone. Finally, it broke the comfortable silence. 'We've been here.' it hissed, a green tongue drooping lazily from an unhinged jaw. The grulla's skin crawled, this throat tightening nervously while he searched his mind habitually. "I have been here." the stallion merely whispered what was supposed to be a confident, threatening tone. Tired maroon eyed scooped up from the frozen ground, falling on the elegant runes. From above, the glass ceiling was covered in fresh powder, creating a closed dome. He recalled finding this place before, but with who? And when? Ouija pouncing on the dancing lights played in his head; so many beautiful colors, the joy on her young face, the smile on her little dark lips.
It all seemed to long ago.
The image contorted into shadows and a weak flame flickering in a dim cave, and an iridescent egg cracking open next to what had appeared to be a rotten, green egg. Both produced a canine-like creature; the day they had found each other. For a moment, a smile twitched on the blood splattered lips of our friend, the first taste of happiness he had been fed in weeks. Matte eyes fluttered, endless pupils searching for the white fox to no avail. She was out there somewhere, watching. She always is.
Hooves clack onto the stone, your dual toned ears flipping toward the direction. The deteriorating man passed between the elegant curtains that hung carelessly on either side of the wide door. Flesh dropped from an unknown area of the creatures body, slapping onto the beautiful stone with a grotesque slap. 'Oh no, boy. WE brought you here.' it hissed into the darkness beneath the snow dome.
"Voodoo." 'Ouija.' 'Sarom.'
Sorry to anyone that's used to reading my usual writing style for Dooey. I decided that this very huge change in his life needed to be narrated differently. Please forgive me if I've left a few incorrect terms in here, this transition is pretty hard for the both of us.
And for anyone who is interested in replying, just note that "Sarom" is the last surviving figment of his imagination. His hallucinations have gone from auditory to full blown and is now effecting all of his senses (including his "smell", which Voodoo lost at an early age), so your characters will be completely oblivious to his presence.
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