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 Panting, sweating, wild-eyed – utterly confused. Darkness chased her from the beaches and where she went from there is but a mystery. She has no clue what’s going on, or how to stop it. The darkness is in her home, outside of her home and everywhere else they could possibly be; including her mind.They’re inescapable. You just have to hope that when they come, they do not take you – pray they take your neighbor. Sounds mean, but seriously, when you’re a little paint unicorn in the middle of mystical crazy confusing chaos…you’re going to want to be a little picky about compassion. She’s moving swiftly away from the Basin now; the Steppe’s mark no challenge for her either. She moves liquidly down the ridged cliffside, gripping the stone and ice carefully with her hairy cloven feet as she descends into the forests below. The air is heavy with rot…it smells like infection, like a festering death lingering on your flesh; waiting to drag you into the dark. She crashes through the woods, the empty, soundless woods. It isn’t normal for these dirt streets to be so barren – blank of sound and movement – the only smell being that of a metallic evil haunting the atmosphere. Her feet do not stop moving, franticly pattering in place when she comes to a fork in the path and quickly rushing to collect back into a gallop. By now she has foam forming on her chest, between her front legs, thighs, under her ears and mane. She heaves with every breath, her nostrils as tightly flexed as they will go, their brims quivering with tension. ‘..caves…’ something something something burr burr brah ‘caves…’ Her ears spike and her body instinctively shoves into the direction of this beautiful word she keeps hearing. Time to investigate said word – amongst the commotion of Helovia, there has already been talk of an uprising from the downfall that currently cloaks the land. Tang has paid no mind to it, really, until now..until all of the faces she met just a few months ago are turning bloody and ripping throats. She comes upon them like this; Chestnut swoops away, gives his bro-face a nod – bro-face looks like Tangere feels. Girl is standing there, head shaking (not literally, but the vibe is obvious), next to another silent mare… She doesn’t want to be escorted to safety. Well, no, that’s just dumb. She must not know, right? Tang doesn’t wonder for very long before she comes skidding in beside the mare, peering quickly at the departing male and then toward the other three. “Are you…” She mouth breaths deeply, needing a moment to catch her now shaky, raspy voice. “Are you guys headed to the caves?” She pants, hanging her head low as if it is going to help, her ribs swell and sink dramatically while she watches them… “They are..” Pant, pant, heave heave, “They’re building an army..” Inhale, exhale. It’s getting a little better now. “To fight these things…or something…I have no idea really..” And she doesn’t. She’s heard random things here and there – one of those things being a war effort, or rumor of, and safety in the caves. She is really hoping for there to be honesty in the latter. “But.” She isn’t sure why, but something tells her to look beside her...and there she lays those dark, delicate eyes onto the golden mare closest to her. “We have to go.” She moves her eyes to the winged stallion (Gaucho), “We should go as a group,” Her glance slides form each face to the other, addressing them all. “We’ll have a better chance that way.” You only have to be faster than the slowest… CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND.. AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING |
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