05-03-2021, 06:12 PM
he recognizes the word that this mare goes by, but she had not known it to be a name. She knew it intimately, that word, though she has only recently realized there was something to call the way she had lived her life.
Violence.
Violence is what brought these souls to haunt her. And just as she thinks it, some leaves begin to move around her hooves in a way not quite what you'd expect from the wind. They skitter like insects towards her and she dances where she stands to avoid them, shying away from the leaves just as she shies away from the question that is asked of her.
She does not know what it means to be unhappy because she does not know what it means to be happy.
But she does not possess the ability to try to explain that thought. The response that comes is slow and she shakes her head as she speaks, eying the leaves that are currently still - to near her hooves as though they will come alive and bite her. The stars around her seem to be blinking a little more now, as though they've been stirred by her frustration and though she starts and flinches from them she cannot escape them. “The souls… they’re… they’re…” Fear is a new emotion, and she cannot say she cares for it over much. The way it chokes her as she tries to look at Violence, at the strange creature with them, and anywhere else beside those damn lights. “They won't go away.” She finishes in a quiet voice, flinching again when one of the stars moves into her line of sight.
Violence.
Violence is what brought these souls to haunt her. And just as she thinks it, some leaves begin to move around her hooves in a way not quite what you'd expect from the wind. They skitter like insects towards her and she dances where she stands to avoid them, shying away from the leaves just as she shies away from the question that is asked of her.
She does not know what it means to be unhappy because she does not know what it means to be happy.
But she does not possess the ability to try to explain that thought. The response that comes is slow and she shakes her head as she speaks, eying the leaves that are currently still - to near her hooves as though they will come alive and bite her. The stars around her seem to be blinking a little more now, as though they've been stirred by her frustration and though she starts and flinches from them she cannot escape them. “The souls… they’re… they’re…” Fear is a new emotion, and she cannot say she cares for it over much. The way it chokes her as she tries to look at Violence, at the strange creature with them, and anywhere else beside those damn lights. “They won't go away.” She finishes in a quiet voice, flinching again when one of the stars moves into her line of sight.
NOSTROMO
@[violence] I'm only like 50% sure this makes any sense at all