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Oh dear, where have I wound up now? Witchly looking trees stand tall and scraggly over barren earth. I wonder, was this place ever very pretty? I hope not. Lands with too much good memories make them... unsuitable in my opinion. I like to hear of torture and death. Sometimes I wonder why the devil ever created such a creature as myself. Maybe I am his messenger, or maybe.. his warrior. Possibly both? If only you could see the way I do. I can see the colors and the invisible creatures. My color is a deep black. One that sucks in everything in it's path, holding onto me with it's spidery fingers. I once used to have a very happy color until I tried that yummy looking mushroom. Then I grew wings and was swallowed by hell.

Do you believe me? Sometimes I do. A soft breeze tosses my mane around, entangling it even more than it was before. I stop near a skinny and leafless tree, my hide brushing agianst its rough bark. Yumm, doesn't tearing flesh feel wonderful? Though it only scratched a small spot I was left tingling in the moment. A soft sigh passed through my parted kissers and I stepped away from my torturer. My old herd used to find me a bit... off the rocker if you catch my drift. I still don't quite understand why though. My thick neck lifts my cranium to the moonlit sky. My delicate nostrils taking in the smell of flesh. I could see the mingling colors of soul inhabited horses. They were on the other side of the clearing, the side I rather not step into. Too much life on that side.

I turn my attention to the side where the trees grow thicker, causing access through them harder. A small fish danced in mid air, taunting me toward the darker part. Of course I know it was merely a hallucination, but it is such a cute little fish. So of course, My hooves lift and fall, bringing me the direction of the dancing goldfish. He leapt and spun as if doing ballet. I followed until I lost all track of where I even was. For a moment I glanced away to find anything familiar, but as I turned my head back, the magical fish was gone. Oh shit. Black dish dropped inches, my hair covering my eyes as I snorted in irritation. Great, I let a fish get me lost in a forest.

How many times has this happened to me? Lets see... the bunny... the dinosaur... oh and the flower....four. Yep. Eyes drift to the nearest tree and I force the sweetest smile I could over my velvets. (Which isn't too pretty, I always have a evil look like I'm up to something). "Oh mister tree, I know you don't want to break character and all but... Tell me where I am! or...or... Die!" I tap my hoof three times before lurching forward. My head rammed the unmoved trunk. Nice one. Shaking my cranium I merely turn from the beast and try to find a color, of anything that would lead me out.

[ATTY]

finished <3 here you go! (:

Insanity was a matter of opinion.

There were those who believed themselves sane, and were insane, and those who were the reverse. Yet as I watched you dance around, lucid for one moment, hallucinating the next, I was at a loss. For now I couldn’t ‘define’ you under either category, your behaviour something absolutely novel to me, and I was much older than you. I liked to think that I had witnessed almost all there was to see in the world, but every so often out of the blue, I was proven wrong by creatures like you, a black magic woman blinded by the flurry of her own dark hair in the evening light.

So I watched, intently, my green-brown eyes an explosion of intensity against the dull backdrop, defining the sharp edges of the white mask. It was in my best interests to observe, to watch and learn from your instability, so that next time I wouldn’t be caught unawares.

I mused over my options while you were lost in indistinct time. I was bound to ‘teach’ you the ways of the gods, so that you might be spared, but in your state I was forced to wonder whether you would even hear me speak.

“Mare,” I growled sharply, peeling my dark shadowy skin away from the cover of the forest, “… what have the gods done to your mind?” The edges of my dark lips curled into a sinister grimace as temptation arose and I considered having you as my toy for today, tugging here and there at the strings of your sanity to watch how you would jerk.

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