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The weary colt trekked along at a fidgety walk, his black rimmed ears twitching every which way at the numerous sounds of wildlife in the dark around him. It'd been nearly a solid three days ago that his travelling had brought him to this strange land, so much like his former home and yet so different. It'd been night when he arrived - something that was perfectly normal - but as the hours ticked by and passed into what he was positive were days, the sun never came back up. The warm rays of light never peaked over the horizon and bathed the world in warmth and light. Maybe he was crazy, maybe he was just imagining it. Surely that was it, he'd been travelling for so long, for so many miles that his tired mind was playing tricks on him. A breathy, awkward laugh that was barely more than a wheeze squeezed itself from his air ways, his head nodding slightly as if in agreement with himself. Nothing was amiss at all, he was just crazy! Though he was trying to reassure himself this conclusion didn't particularly soothe him. Maybe he didn't want to be crazy, maybe he just wanted to live a normal, peaceful life. All these rampaging thoughts running amok in his head were making him even more anxious, his brindled sides heaving as quickened breaths forced themselves in and out of his lungs.
He felt as though he were on the brink of a panic attack, his lightly feathered legs rising and falling in a quick, awkward prance. His tangled tail bounced and lashed anxiously around his inky hocks and his wings were shifted and re-positioned against his sides repeatedly, rustling gently with each slight movement as his whole body continue to twitch. Ixie forced himself to keep moving forward, his pace just a quick walk though it was accompanied by frantic twitching and unnecessarily high leg movements. Every now and again he skittered awkwardly sideways, swearing he might have heard something nearby. Whether or not it was his imagination or not he didn't care to stick around and find out.
The brindle pegasus maintained forward movement. The rich, forest green of his irises was nearly blocked completely by his overly dilated pupils that tried to take in as much of the dim moon light as they could. The only good part of this continued darkness was that over the last day or so his eyes had finally adjusted for the most part. It was of little comfort though, he still prayed for day, for true, warm light to save him from this world of darkness. The fidgeting colt continued on, his head jerking this way and that, ears twitching and swiveling in a panicked frenzy any time he even thought he might have heard a sound. Upping his pace to a quick jog he wove his way around the large trees, finally slowing to a walk again as he entered a gap among them. The colt paused in the tiny excuse for a 'clearing', the gaps in the intertwined foliage above allowed just a bit more cool moonlight to cast its ivory glow over the area. He felt that if he was going to stop, even for a moment, that this was the place to do it. At least he'd be able to see if anyone or anything approached, or so he hoped.
Anixiel remained tense after halting, his green eyes still wide and on the look out for any potential monsters that might jump out of the darkness and eat him alive. His tangled tail finally settled against his rear canons and his wings rested closely at his sides. He held his head high, his body finally still save for the occasional blink, breath, or twitch of his ears. In this strange and unfamiliar land of night he'd never felt more lonely, surrounded by the dark and the unknown. He yearned to cry out, for someone, anyone to hear him and come to his aid. A cry for help could be even more dangerous for him though, in his mind. Unnecessary noise could draw the unwanted attention of whatever predators lurked here, things he had no desire to encounter. So he'd suffer in silence, quietly praying for help, for safety, even just for some company to soothe him.
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