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<I>Please, Sandee Claws...Please don't eat me! I promise I'll be good!</I>
The little girl shivered, and in the dark, Provoke's little teal fuzzy butt stuck up in the air and her purple flag of a tail was tucked firmly between her legs, clamping her butt together as she attempted to bury her tiny head into her gangly, unfeminine legs. Her whole body was shaking. So she did the first thing a little girl thinks of when she's alone and scared in the dark.
She closed her eyes.
Her body shivered with the cold while she waited for Sandee Claws to pass her by, hoping that he would find someone else to eat... or give presents too. She was just fine on her own, thank you very much! And yet, the more she shook, the more she shivered. It seemed to be getting colder. Provoke pushed forward, shuffling forward, her tiny hooves pushing her forward down the path, even while her eyes were still closed and buried beneath her legs. When all of a sudden, large hands reached down, and grasped on Provoke by her behind, picking her up. The little girl was flung in the air, and a high-pitched scream happened while she got caught up in the snow that had quickly started to fall.
<b>"AAAHHHH SANDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"</b> She squeals, absolutely terrified, falling through the trees, smacking into branches, falling like a pinball machine, cracking branches with an <I>oof</I> and a <I>huff</i>. Finally she lands with a thud, her ears lopsided as she sees images of a tiny little Sandee Clawses going around her head like birdies. She was dizzy, and had a headache, but she no more stood up, shook, and got her bearings, but then she looked up and saw the scariest thing she'd ever seen. In her entire life. She screamed again.
And then she peed.
And it was not a a little pee.
The warm sensation was so foreign to Provoke in this cold environment that she blinked up at the creature, before looking down between her front legs, to examine her back legs. <I>I guess that's what Mother meant when she said 'Don't eat yellow snow..'</i>
Her little body shivered with fear—but at least her momentarily bowel release provided a bit of warmth for a moment—and she looked up at this big white thing. As the snow slowed down, she warily took a chance to examine the big white thing that was staring her down. It had a plastered smile on its face that looked angry, like it would take great pleasure in eating her. Its tiny little stick arms waved in the wind as the creature leaned and swayed toward her. Provoke was so terrified that she ran screaming, sure that it was going to eat her.
Everything about Christmas was food, it seemed, and Provoke was not about to let someone get fat by eating her. It just wouldn’t be right.
She had so much to live for.
Eventually, she slowed down, her tiny little turquoise bum still hale and whole—she knows; she's looked. Several times. Realizing she was alone, she stopped, tilted her head, and for the first time noticed how <I>weird</i> this place was. The ground was bright blue.
The sky was pink.
And there was still her little yellow stain. <I>Scared the piss out of me. I'm a baby. Babies have accidents.</i>
But still, there in the clearing between a stone, and a copse of white birch trees was a big white thing. It was <I>very</i> oddly shaped, and it was terrifying to look at. Three scary, lumpy balls stacked on top of the other. Stick arms covered in knots and two red things that looked to be made of foal fuzz, hanging off of his hands... Like he'd picked up another like her and stripped him of his skin... just to stay warm...black, unyielding, unblinking eyes that watched carefully for its next pray... and that angry mouth plastered in the smile... They looked like stones, but Provoke blinked, and just knew that they were teeth. She's seen things, man. She knows things. That's what she does.
Around this creature's neck, was what looked like a gigantic tongue... it hung several feet, wrapped around its neck like a proud trophy... and Provoke just <I>Knew</i> it was a foal's intestines. It was a war prize. Provoke gulped again. It was guarding the path in the direction Provoke needed to go in order to get to the end of her "adventure"--She was going to kill Auntie Aurora for this—and Provoke inched slowly, her eyes never leaving his face, lest he grab her and eat her like he did the other baby foals. Because there, in the middle of his face... Was a big... orange....
Carrot.
That. That right there.
That was the bait. To trick little foals into approaching like there was nothing to it. He'd feed them, and then eat them. To fatten them up before eating them. She bet this this was a trap. That this creature was Sandee Claws' War General. He just looked so happy to be standing guard, preventing her from passing, getting ready to eat her. Evil cold... white... thing...
What is he even called?!
Provoke screwed up her face, her brows coming down and her nostrils flaring. She had had enough. She was terrified. She was angry. And this crazy place that her Auntie Aurora had sent her, telling her she'd have fun....
Well, Provoke gathers up her courage, breathes in, and marches right passed her yellow Pee Stain, to stare her monster in the face. She would be brave. And she would save all her friends from this terrible fate if it turned out she'd be the one eaten next. She'd take him down with her.
<I>OOF!</i> She kicks the bottom blobby sphere-shaped thing on Sandee Claw's war general—his butt? She secretly hoped it was his butt. It made her feel better to think it was his butt. But <I>Damn</i> her leg was cold. She kicked him again.
<b>"You....Give...Me...Back....My...Friends...You...BULLY!"</b> And then, on that last kick, it starts to rumble, and Provoke Screams again, Running away from the General, but this time, he followed her, his head falling off his body and landing on top of Provoke with a thud, and she SCREAMED again.
She was covered in his guts, EW EW EW!
She couldn't take it any longer. She was no longer brave. She peed herself again, and started to cry, burying her head in her legs and tucking her tail under her bottom once more....She was sobbing, her body covered in little scratches from the trees and falling, but her mind tortured with images of what she thought Christmas meant, and how her nightmares would most likely keep her awake for many <I>many</I> years to come.
She was shivering, as the blue snow and the pink sky dissipated into nothingness... and once again, the birds of the dark, and the crickets of the wood returned to her.
She was still crying many minutes later when she dared look outside her legs, discovering she was back on the path she had started on. Looking around, the corn-cob moon cast an eerie glow on the forest. The little teal buckskin was buried in a pile of snow, tangled up in some bramble that had fallen from a nearby tree. She sobbed her fears, unsure of why her body did this to her. Why was she so strange? Why would her dreams plague her like they did? Why did they leave her body?
Why why why? Why?!
She continues to cry as she gets up and runs blindly down the path, to a faint glow. It is warm here, and the sounds of the other kids who had gone before her are in a grotto that seems to be untouched from the elements. It is protected, safe—exactly what Provoke wishes she could be.
She stops crying for the moment, her tiny chest heaving... her tears cold on her face, when a warm gloved hand, takes Provoke by the chin, and strokes her lovingly—giving her assurance. Kindness. Blinking through her tears, the glow is faintly red... but still blurry... But she sees that there is a smile on his face. And a deep voice reaches her ears.
<b>"I hear you have been on quite a journey, Little One. Want to tell me all about it?"</b>
At that moment, Provoke does not care who this person/creature/figment is. She just dissolves into tears, confessing her strangeness... her muchness, and why for some reason she cannot stay inside her body. Then she explains about the evil Sandee Claws and how he eats little children, and his general made of cold white stuff that blocked her way and eats all her friends. Provoke feels that she has been through so much.
She just wanted this adventure to be over.
She just wanted to feel safe again.
<p class="prov_quote">» death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily «</p> </div> <div class="prov_grad-bg"></div> <img class="prov_image" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/51/77/12/51771236591d5a557311f1e80fa31acb.jpg"> </div>HTML by Pride88 and Laura Photo source:<a href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/663929170039403421/">here</a> </center>
TL;DR - Basically Provoke Astral Projected herself to another dimension based on the fears she exhibited from learning about Santa Claus. She sees a Snow Man. But her fears are in her head. She is so petrified by the thought of Santa and Christmas that her powers have gone completely wild and she is out of control. She kicks the Snow man until he falls apart, and then she is transported back to Beqanna, where she runs into the REAL Santa Clause, but she doesn't know who she's talking to just yet.
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The little girl shivered, and in the dark, Provoke's little teal fuzzy butt stuck up in the air and her purple flag of a tail was tucked firmly between her legs, clamping her butt together as she attempted to bury her tiny head into her gangly, unfeminine legs. Her whole body was shaking. So she did the first thing a little girl thinks of when she's alone and scared in the dark.
She closed her eyes.
Her body shivered with the cold while she waited for Sandee Claws to pass her by, hoping that he would find someone else to eat... or give presents too. She was just fine on her own, thank you very much! And yet, the more she shook, the more she shivered. It seemed to be getting colder. Provoke pushed forward, shuffling forward, her tiny hooves pushing her forward down the path, even while her eyes were still closed and buried beneath her legs. When all of a sudden, large hands reached down, and grasped on Provoke by her behind, picking her up. The little girl was flung in the air, and a high-pitched scream happened while she got caught up in the snow that had quickly started to fall.
<b>"AAAHHHH SANDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"</b> She squeals, absolutely terrified, falling through the trees, smacking into branches, falling like a pinball machine, cracking branches with an <I>oof</I> and a <I>huff</i>. Finally she lands with a thud, her ears lopsided as she sees images of a tiny little Sandee Clawses going around her head like birdies. She was dizzy, and had a headache, but she no more stood up, shook, and got her bearings, but then she looked up and saw the scariest thing she'd ever seen. In her entire life. She screamed again.
And then she peed.
And it was not a a little pee.
The warm sensation was so foreign to Provoke in this cold environment that she blinked up at the creature, before looking down between her front legs, to examine her back legs. <I>I guess that's what Mother meant when she said 'Don't eat yellow snow..'</i>
Her little body shivered with fear—but at least her momentarily bowel release provided a bit of warmth for a moment—and she looked up at this big white thing. As the snow slowed down, she warily took a chance to examine the big white thing that was staring her down. It had a plastered smile on its face that looked angry, like it would take great pleasure in eating her. Its tiny little stick arms waved in the wind as the creature leaned and swayed toward her. Provoke was so terrified that she ran screaming, sure that it was going to eat her.
Everything about Christmas was food, it seemed, and Provoke was not about to let someone get fat by eating her. It just wouldn’t be right.
She had so much to live for.
Eventually, she slowed down, her tiny little turquoise bum still hale and whole—she knows; she's looked. Several times. Realizing she was alone, she stopped, tilted her head, and for the first time noticed how <I>weird</i> this place was. The ground was bright blue.
The sky was pink.
And there was still her little yellow stain. <I>Scared the piss out of me. I'm a baby. Babies have accidents.</i>
But still, there in the clearing between a stone, and a copse of white birch trees was a big white thing. It was <I>very</i> oddly shaped, and it was terrifying to look at. Three scary, lumpy balls stacked on top of the other. Stick arms covered in knots and two red things that looked to be made of foal fuzz, hanging off of his hands... Like he'd picked up another like her and stripped him of his skin... just to stay warm...black, unyielding, unblinking eyes that watched carefully for its next pray... and that angry mouth plastered in the smile... They looked like stones, but Provoke blinked, and just knew that they were teeth. She's seen things, man. She knows things. That's what she does.
Around this creature's neck, was what looked like a gigantic tongue... it hung several feet, wrapped around its neck like a proud trophy... and Provoke just <I>Knew</i> it was a foal's intestines. It was a war prize. Provoke gulped again. It was guarding the path in the direction Provoke needed to go in order to get to the end of her "adventure"--She was going to kill Auntie Aurora for this—and Provoke inched slowly, her eyes never leaving his face, lest he grab her and eat her like he did the other baby foals. Because there, in the middle of his face... Was a big... orange....
Carrot.
That. That right there.
That was the bait. To trick little foals into approaching like there was nothing to it. He'd feed them, and then eat them. To fatten them up before eating them. She bet this this was a trap. That this creature was Sandee Claws' War General. He just looked so happy to be standing guard, preventing her from passing, getting ready to eat her. Evil cold... white... thing...
What is he even called?!
Provoke screwed up her face, her brows coming down and her nostrils flaring. She had had enough. She was terrified. She was angry. And this crazy place that her Auntie Aurora had sent her, telling her she'd have fun....
Well, Provoke gathers up her courage, breathes in, and marches right passed her yellow Pee Stain, to stare her monster in the face. She would be brave. And she would save all her friends from this terrible fate if it turned out she'd be the one eaten next. She'd take him down with her.
<I>OOF!</i> She kicks the bottom blobby sphere-shaped thing on Sandee Claw's war general—his butt? She secretly hoped it was his butt. It made her feel better to think it was his butt. But <I>Damn</i> her leg was cold. She kicked him again.
<b>"You....Give...Me...Back....My...Friends...You...BULLY!"</b> And then, on that last kick, it starts to rumble, and Provoke Screams again, Running away from the General, but this time, he followed her, his head falling off his body and landing on top of Provoke with a thud, and she SCREAMED again.
She was covered in his guts, EW EW EW!
She couldn't take it any longer. She was no longer brave. She peed herself again, and started to cry, burying her head in her legs and tucking her tail under her bottom once more....She was sobbing, her body covered in little scratches from the trees and falling, but her mind tortured with images of what she thought Christmas meant, and how her nightmares would most likely keep her awake for many <I>many</I> years to come.
She was shivering, as the blue snow and the pink sky dissipated into nothingness... and once again, the birds of the dark, and the crickets of the wood returned to her.
She was still crying many minutes later when she dared look outside her legs, discovering she was back on the path she had started on. Looking around, the corn-cob moon cast an eerie glow on the forest. The little teal buckskin was buried in a pile of snow, tangled up in some bramble that had fallen from a nearby tree. She sobbed her fears, unsure of why her body did this to her. Why was she so strange? Why would her dreams plague her like they did? Why did they leave her body?
Why why why? Why?!
She continues to cry as she gets up and runs blindly down the path, to a faint glow. It is warm here, and the sounds of the other kids who had gone before her are in a grotto that seems to be untouched from the elements. It is protected, safe—exactly what Provoke wishes she could be.
She stops crying for the moment, her tiny chest heaving... her tears cold on her face, when a warm gloved hand, takes Provoke by the chin, and strokes her lovingly—giving her assurance. Kindness. Blinking through her tears, the glow is faintly red... but still blurry... But she sees that there is a smile on his face. And a deep voice reaches her ears.
<b>"I hear you have been on quite a journey, Little One. Want to tell me all about it?"</b>
At that moment, Provoke does not care who this person/creature/figment is. She just dissolves into tears, confessing her strangeness... her muchness, and why for some reason she cannot stay inside her body. Then she explains about the evil Sandee Claws and how he eats little children, and his general made of cold white stuff that blocked her way and eats all her friends. Provoke feels that she has been through so much.
She just wanted this adventure to be over.
She just wanted to feel safe again.
<p class="prov_quote">» death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily «</p> </div> <div class="prov_grad-bg"></div> <img class="prov_image" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/51/77/12/51771236591d5a557311f1e80fa31acb.jpg"> </div>HTML by Pride88 and Laura Photo source:<a href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/663929170039403421/">here</a> </center>
TL;DR - Basically Provoke Astral Projected herself to another dimension based on the fears she exhibited from learning about Santa Claus. She sees a Snow Man. But her fears are in her head. She is so petrified by the thought of Santa and Christmas that her powers have gone completely wild and she is out of control. She kicks the Snow man until he falls apart, and then she is transported back to Beqanna, where she runs into the REAL Santa Clause, but she doesn't know who she's talking to just yet.