A Mood Stabilizer; Oricle

[Oricle]

i counted the stars tonight, i gathered them all

She watches them, watches the world, from her dark little corner in the bushes and trees. The world had left her alone, and she had left the world alone. Now once again another horse was coming to steal her world from her. She could not let this happen, but it’s not just one horse this time, its two. Something in her is enraged by this, something in her is fed up with moving and hiding, letting things go.  

So she stands, she stands and glares at the two horses. She does not register that it is a male that is pregnant, she doesn’t notice that they are pleasantly unaware of their trespassing. What she does notice is that they are next to a… her tree, a tree that is right in front of her. A full grown mare but she knows not of the ways of life. Not yet anyways, she takes a step forward, takes a step towards them, she opens her lips to say something. Her hoof plunges past the grass, plunges into nothingness, the world is a swirling thing of light and darkness. For a moment she is suspended in time and space unsure of what is happening. Terror gripping her heart, its not cold, its not hot, she can feel nothing, see nothing, and still she manages to breath, still her blood manages to pump. Eventually she lands, she lands in mist and screams, cries for love ones, terror filled children, and worst of all wretched vibrations of a changing world.

She stands there for a moment lost, and helpless. She has never been lost or helpless, life has always been a sure thing, every step precise, every moment a reason to exist. Today though, nothing is certain, nothing is precise, nothing has reason, today is chaos. She finds a craggy trail, a steep ledge to begin her dessent, out of the mist, and into the real world. She is sure that her world still exists, that she is just dreaming, that when she finds herself she will awaken and the stars will greet her into their loving arms. But the rocks tumble, she slips and slides, the dangerous trek continues until she is on firm ground. Looking around her the world is not the same, her sureness wavers until something catches her eye, the meadow, her lovely meadow, the one thing that can’t leave. She steps into a gallop, working her way as fast as she can to her home, but its not her home. Familiar stench of rotting corpses, birthing fluid, and other horrendous acts of life is gone. Its all gone, the land looks the same, but it is clean, it is fresh, it is new. She doesn’t like new, she is revolted by the newness. Her nostrils wrinkle in distaste, just as they had the first time she had walked in here.

She scans the area, looking for something familiar, and then… You She hisses under her breath, her head hanging a little lower determination flickering in her eye. this was all your fault She growls at the two men, coming closer to them with each step.

Oricle

so will you hold cause time is cold
but in your soul im standing by

@[Sahm]