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06-21-2013, 07:16 PM
Panic. It was all he felt, all consuming and making his heart race as if he had just run a marathon. Despite the chill of Frostfall, magnified by the darkness, sweat clung to his spotted coat like a second skin, streaking his sides from his mad-dash around the Foothills. He had been searching for anyone, someone who might have answers, wide amber eyes horrified as he surveyed the land of darkness around him. It was daytime! Why was there no sunlight out?! Surely it was daytime... What was this blasphemy?! Unable to understand, the terrified Earth Medic searched throughout the Foothills, his steps clumsy and uncertain, fumbling like a newborn colt in the devouring darkness. For so long the inky, pitch-black hues of darkness had been one of his biggest fears... Through living in the Deep Forest, he had come to a mutual understanding of the dark, but not like this. This was something else entirely, this was... The end? The terrified thought caused Apollo to stop short, his head snapped upwards at attention and terror flooding through his veins. His eyes, wide with horror, stared forward without truly seeing, and not because of the inky darkness surrounding him, swallowing him. Was this... The end? The end of the world? Growing up, he had heard rumors of the end of the world... Stories to scare foals, but surely they had just been that? Stories? There was no way this could be it? As he was about to take more steps into the darkness, a bellowing cry cut through the darkness, causing Apollo to jerk back a few steps and nearly wheel around and bolt. He wanted safety, he yearned for safety, yet no matter where he turned, it seemed there was none. As his mind seemed to settle, however, he began to realize that the call sounded familiar, but who...? Not Ophelia or Ktulu, for it was too deep and masculine... Suddenly, a name sprouted in his head; Mesec. The Moonchild. Realization was almost painful and felt like someone had kicked him solidly in his head, and Apollo darted forward, his legs scrambling upon the dark ground, searching for the Son of the Moon. Would Mesec know what happened? Would he be able to tell them just what sent their world into darkness? Approaching the waterfall, which glowed unnaturally in the darkness and gave off some kind of light, the painted stallion could spot the ebony form of Mesec standing by the falls, giving off his own glowing light. Heaving a breath, Apollo nickered towards the yearling, amber eyes huge. "M-Mesec," Apollo breathed out, moving closer and stretching his muzzle out towards the Moon Son, surely intruding on Mesec's personal space but unable to bring himself to be wary about it, "What... What's going on, Mesec? The world is black... Is... Is it ending? is the world ending?" |
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