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Post by Maylea on Jul 19, 2012 15:32:05 GMT -8
Fear penetrated the mind of the young mare, the darkness of the night casting shadows against the trees, the ground, the grass. Everything looked so dark, looked so dangerous. Ready to reach out and snag her. She jumped, flinching away as her tail got trapped in the branches of small bush. Flicking her tail hard, she winced at the yank, before staring at the bush, breathing hard and fast, It's just a bush. I tried hard to remind myself of that sort of thing. It's just a bush. It's just a tree. It's just this, it's just that. But it didn't make it any less scary, any less terrifying. I don't know what had possessed me to start going through this forest. Further more, I have no idea what had possessed me to further the charade by continuing to go through this forest after darkness had touched. It seemed okay during the day, it seemed so nice during the day. But now, at night, I was seeing monsters everywhere. It was better then the nightmares though. They didn't come often, but when they did, she would wake in the middle of the night, screaming . . . alone. Not sure what to do. She shook her head, sighing at the realization the thought brought. Of course she was alone, who'd want her. Even Sun hadn't chased her down when she'd escaped. She wasn't even wanted by her master, just another in the number of slaves he kept. And when she left, he probably just found another to take her place. Unwanted, just a number, replaceable.
Was that really who she was suppose to be? Some creature not meant to be remembered? Was that why even now she couldn't locate Avanti, despite how often she tried. He haunted her dreams, was the only soothing thought that could help her remember the nightmares were just that . . . . nightmares. It was those words, those words that kept her going. The promise that they'd look out for each, the promise they'd be a team. And then, hearing him, a young colt, defending her when Sun came to claim her. Declaring her his, not willing to let her go. And she feared, oh how she feared what had become of him. Had he reached master status and turned into one of the bad masters? Had she been forgotten? Had he, even after his promises, forgot all about the scared little filly, covered in mud, laying in the filth of that pen? Probably not. Who would remember a sad excuse of a creature like her.
A sound in the distance had her jumping, taking off in a dead run again, her creamy red tail splaying the air behind her her, her forelock blinding her. Her muscles coiled and released beneath her dark chocolate hide, the white markings faded to a gray by the lack of moonlight. She quivered, the action distracting her for just a moment, but it was enough. Her back left hoof clipped a rock and suddenly she was rolling down a hill, a startled sound, somewhere between a whiney and a shriek, left her muzzle. She hit the bottom hard, wincing, sprawling out before laying still for a few short moments. After a moment she slowly sat up, shifting onto her side, before forcing herself into a more comfortable laying position, her limbs coiled beneath her. She shook her head slowly, her creamy red forelock shifting away from her copper gaze, before she steadied herself and stood, testing each limb carefully. Feeling no pain, she started to walk, loosening the tension in her muscles. She glanced back, wincing at the steep drop she'd just stumbled down, but with a quick glance at herself realized she was no rougher for the wear.
She continued to move slowly through the forest, shying away from all the different shadows, moving or still. Screaming when she'd feel a branch against her hide. The deeper she walked, the more she seemed to shriek, and jump, flinch, before getting stuck in a huge area filled with tangled branches, tugging at her every which way, and with another scream she took off again, running blindly, before tripping over a root, and falling to the ground, where she remained, curled up, head hidden beneath a foreleg, and crying, terrified, terrified of the monsters, the shadows, the claws. No longer seeing them as trees, and limbs, but rather as monsters trying to hunt her down. Hunt her down and get rid of her. . . . Where was the safety in that?
"Shy honesty"
Whispered secrets
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