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[PRIVATE] Beyond the looking glass

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Absent Abyss atk: 6.0 | def: 10 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3 hh :: 3 (Birdsong) HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Bee :: Grey Wolf :: None Shady
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Areli

A gentle muzzle coaxes you out of your slumber, and you stir lazily, grunting softly at the last of your dreams as Mama wakes you up. Blinking sleepily, you look up at her light shape and swish your stubby tail at her. She looks hazier than usual today, you notice—but maybe that’s just because of the warm golden light that’s pouring down on her from above. You giggle softly to yourself at the soft glow that surrounds her like an oversize halo, thinking that she looks like you at night. For you have noticed the way your sides glow faintly in the dark, and you have spent many nights lying awake, simply staring at your own dapples, comforted by the soft blanket of light that even the darkness cannot snatch from you.

Mama makes some noises, and though you’re starting to learn some of them, her voice still sounds distant. It cuts in and out from time to time, but usually when she talks, she wants you to get up or come closer—so reluctantly, you get to your feet and stumble toward her in a drunken walk. You don’t like walking much, you’ve decided. Even though you can control these legs better now, you’ve always felt dizzy when you get up, and usually you don’t end up where you set out to go. In the weeks since you were born, you’ve never managed to walk in a straight line. Not that you know it’s abnormal, for there’s been no one to tell you so. To you, it’s all just part of the experience…and you don’t like it.

But! Walking is how you get places, and you like seeing new things. There’s so much to explore, and you’ve spent happy hours lying on your belly in the soft spring grass, inspecting the blurry shapes of bugs and snuffling about in the damp dirt. You’ve discovered that if you press your head to the earth, every place has its own thrum. Yes, most of the time, the thrum is just Mama walking around, but you like it nonetheless. It makes you feel connected to everyone else, you figure, because everyone has to touch the ground somehow, right? Evidently, you have not quite grasped the concept of flight yet.

Anyway, after a quick meal, Mama starts walking, and really, you weren’t done yet so you have no choice but to follow her. And follow her. And follow her. Is it just you, or is Mama walking way farther than she ever has before? Wordlessly, you grumble to yourself as you trail behind, clumsily avoiding several shrubs along the way…and painfully crashing into more than a few obstacles. Every time, you squeal with increasing self-pity, hoping that maybe it will alert Mama and maybe she’ll stop (and then you can take a nap again), but she presses onwards, and so must you.

You’re so busy whining that you don’t notice the scenery beginning to change until Mama finally stops walking. Even then, you don’t take note of the willows until you crash right into Mama’s back leg and tumble down into a writhing heap on the ground—that’s when you look up and see that the trees here have arms that reach down toward you instead of out towards each other. “Look!” you tell Mama, tugging at her tail and bobbing your head excitedly towards the trees. It’s one of the few words you have learned to use for yourself, but you use it enough that she probably wishes she never taught it to you. “Look!”






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Beyond the looking glass - by Parelia - 01-24-2015, 12:32 AM
RE: Beyond the looking glass - by Areli - 01-25-2015, 04:19 AM

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