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11-27-2013, 11:59 AM
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I was lost in a world so dark, lost...
My body was wracked with sweat and fear, the somewhat healed over burns stinging as my salty sweat runs wild, my body thrown into a pit of slumber. In my dreams, I see mother, running madly beside father as an enraged stallion chases after them, bloody foam pouring from his jaw. I watch in horror as they're torn apart, flesh flying from their bodies. I was a mere foal at that time, standing there and shivering. A demon he was, prepared to swallow me whole as he turns to face me. Are eyes meet, my heart ready to leap from my chest as I stare deep into the eyes of the beast. I'm awake now, the nightmare nothing but a swiftly fading memory, a simple figment of my own imagination. I shake my body, grasses caught up in my mane and coat. I stretch my back and let out a yawn, my throat hoarse as I cough. My ears flicker back as I see a dark yet familiar figure standing there, in the dawn's radiant light. Morning dew has manifested itself on my coat, forcing me to shake yet again, my head feeling scrambled after the second round of shivering. I step forward, raising my nose to the sky, desperately searching for this mare's scent. Nothing. Instead of standing there staring at her, I find myself wandering ever closer to the familiar fem. Her hair is a bloody red, her body a coal black, at least, most of it. Her lower half was eaten away by pink and grey skin, the outcome of her actions in the Deep Forest. Yes, that is where I remember her from. But... had she not been completely devoured by the tar beast? I cock my head, wondering as I gaze at her, my leafy eyes carefully tracing over the burned pieces of her body. Opening my lips, I speak out to her, my voice deep and gruff, yet gently woven. "I have seen you before, have I not? In the Deep Forest, you tried to sacrifice yourself to the tar beast." I pause briefly, not wanting to be rude, I add a few more words. "I'm Tingal, you are?" I add a soft smile to my dark kissers, my amber tinted gaze watching the mare, traveling to her brow in which a grey, uneven horn resides. "Talk talk talk" [idk what happened here, :I] |
table by whit
i am a king
and the world is beneath me
and the world is beneath me
