01-31-2021, 03:31 PM
Wild eyes continue to roll in the black mare’s skull until they get something to focus on - until someone approaches. It takes a moment for them to focus, but when they do they are intense despite the ring of white inspired by fear and pain.
A new emotion - surprise - creeps into this mare’s already overwhelmed mind. She knows this mare, though they haven’t met. The hivemind she had shared with her mother was strong and even when they were apart, images would flicker between them. She knows that this is her mother’s mother, one of the horse-creatures that were never to be harmed. Names are slippery things, she doesn’t even know her own or that of her mother, but she thinks she remembers what this gilded mare is called.
She hears the words, and even mostly understands them, and she attempts to stand in response. As soon as her neck bends, though, the wound feels like it’s been ignited in fire and with a cry she allows her head to fall back into the snow and stretches her neck as much as she can to avoid the pain as much as possible.
(It does not work)
A creaking noise that is an imitation of the clicking language she used as a monster to speak comes out of her instead of words. Her mouths have changed (just one now, with different teeth) but the sound is close enough to what it had been that it could be recognized to one who has heard it before. Her mind is still too muddy to try to speak, to try to explain, and she can only lie there for now. Rooted in this terrible moment by the pain.
A new emotion - surprise - creeps into this mare’s already overwhelmed mind. She knows this mare, though they haven’t met. The hivemind she had shared with her mother was strong and even when they were apart, images would flicker between them. She knows that this is her mother’s mother, one of the horse-creatures that were never to be harmed. Names are slippery things, she doesn’t even know her own or that of her mother, but she thinks she remembers what this gilded mare is called.
She hears the words, and even mostly understands them, and she attempts to stand in response. As soon as her neck bends, though, the wound feels like it’s been ignited in fire and with a cry she allows her head to fall back into the snow and stretches her neck as much as she can to avoid the pain as much as possible.
(It does not work)
A creaking noise that is an imitation of the clicking language she used as a monster to speak comes out of her instead of words. Her mouths have changed (just one now, with different teeth) but the sound is close enough to what it had been that it could be recognized to one who has heard it before. Her mind is still too muddy to try to speak, to try to explain, and she can only lie there for now. Rooted in this terrible moment by the pain.
NOSTROMO
@[Ryatah]