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10-31-2013, 11:26 AM
The road forked again, the song of the wolves ever shifting about her. She had given up on keeping track of where they were, the whites of her eyes now peering out from their extended diameter as her golden gaze roamed across the never-ending horizons of corn. The pits and creases of her indigo blouse where darkened with her own sweat, not from any physical excersion, simply her own pounding heart. Thankful for the removal of all but five dismally clanging bells but added no greater pace to her paranoid scuttle, her slender legs delicately meeting the earth one after the other, and Illynx found herself growing tired despite her easy pace. Pausing to peer down the paths that stretched out before her, ears raised upon her head and brain working away at the options she had been presented with.
The nearest choice and the most direct to her current direction seemed plain and ordinary enough but for the sinister whispering and cackles that (she hoped) she was imagining in her distress. The other, however, was producing the most alluring music she had ever heard; the rise and fall of many angelic voices ushered like a swift wind to her ears, and she found herself taking a step nearer to it despite her better intentions. Catching herself, she vigorously shook her head to clear out the almost magical grasp of the music as her hooves bit hard into the husk strewn earth, a cloud of dust rising around the impact as her fore half wildly tossed itself about.
She had to get out of here, yesterday. The pull of the ethereal music had her even further convinced of the evilness of this field, such a seemingly harmless collection of delightfully scented vegetation that harbored devils and foes grandeous. Regaining what little composure she had a left, a stiff snort blasted into the crisp autumnal air, her dark tail lashing about her haunches and sending her taffeta skirts about her in a whirling indigo display of aggrivation and fear. Her jaw gritted itself, winding and unwinding in pressure, nose tucked tight to her chest as she swayed, hesitantly, between the two paths; she had already decided on the silent trail, but the music still pulled at her heart, tempted her with its humble notes of safety and comfort.
She knew evil well enough to know that trick. And she was not falling for it.
Gritting her resolve, she shot down the path for several paces at a swift lope until the unseen operatic device could no longer reach her mind. Then, returning to her slow and uneasy crawl, she ventured deeper into the dismal maze, hoping against hope that nothing would harm her on this haunting evening.
[ Illynx goes East. ]
The nearest choice and the most direct to her current direction seemed plain and ordinary enough but for the sinister whispering and cackles that (she hoped) she was imagining in her distress. The other, however, was producing the most alluring music she had ever heard; the rise and fall of many angelic voices ushered like a swift wind to her ears, and she found herself taking a step nearer to it despite her better intentions. Catching herself, she vigorously shook her head to clear out the almost magical grasp of the music as her hooves bit hard into the husk strewn earth, a cloud of dust rising around the impact as her fore half wildly tossed itself about.
She had to get out of here, yesterday. The pull of the ethereal music had her even further convinced of the evilness of this field, such a seemingly harmless collection of delightfully scented vegetation that harbored devils and foes grandeous. Regaining what little composure she had a left, a stiff snort blasted into the crisp autumnal air, her dark tail lashing about her haunches and sending her taffeta skirts about her in a whirling indigo display of aggrivation and fear. Her jaw gritted itself, winding and unwinding in pressure, nose tucked tight to her chest as she swayed, hesitantly, between the two paths; she had already decided on the silent trail, but the music still pulled at her heart, tempted her with its humble notes of safety and comfort.
She knew evil well enough to know that trick. And she was not falling for it.
Gritting her resolve, she shot down the path for several paces at a swift lope until the unseen operatic device could no longer reach her mind. Then, returning to her slow and uneasy crawl, she ventured deeper into the dismal maze, hoping against hope that nothing would harm her on this haunting evening.
[ Illynx goes East. ]
