[open] To Be Alone Or Not?

[Nerica]

Nerica

   Without her anger and emotions, she doesn't know what to do. She can't bring herself to move, to fly around and run from these creatures in front of who have done Lord knows what to her. Nerica's head is pounding, her thoughts an incoherent blur. The helplessness she feels grows when the brindled stallion suddenly erupts into a new creature. I should be afraid! I should run! I should be angry and confused! She thinks, her eyes wide and stunned. Her racing heart leaves a sharp ringing in ears and she lowers her head, frantically trying to escape the sound, pain and situation. 

   When the stallion speaks, even though not directed at her, the deathly tone send shivers down her spine. Why am I intimidated by him? She shouts in her mind. Her eyes are darting quickly from the golden mare and strange creature before her. She feels so wrong, she feels something she can't even identify, maybe there is nothing to identify. Maybe she feels nothing at all. But that in itself is a feeling. One that she is desperately fighting. She needs to feel. She draws comfort from her emotions, they make her feel powerful, and safe. Now she feels exposed and empty. Just a cold black shell. The winter wind is effecting her once more and it adds unwanted shivers running through her body. Her breaths are gasps now, choking on the cold air. I want to disappear. She cries in her mind. I want this to end!