02-11-2024, 03:15 PM
Dreams have carried her through the years - both her own and those of others. Sometimes she spends weeks as a kitsune and loses herself in the smaller world that exists, the tunnels and games and routes that are barred to her as a horse but with paws she can traverse more freely. Those weeks she loses track of whether she is in the waking world or the sleeping one - especially lately, when the earthquakes and floods and lands have stopped their shifting and changing and there are no longer major disruptions with which to mark the passage of time.
She does not know whether she is awake or asleep now, as she moves through the forest. Her seven silver-tipped tails flick behind her as she wanders - and her mind is somewhere else entirely separate from her body. Drifting in and out of dark and bright thoughts in equal measure.
So she should not be surprised when she stumbles across him, but she is.
It startles her enough that she shifts back into a shimmering mare in an instant. Perhaps it is some deep instinct - to not be so small when faced with what so clearly has predator written over every inch of their body. Even as a mare, though, she feels that tingle down her spine as she looks him over. The one that warns her to run, to get out of here as fast as she can.
Existing here, in this space, is dangerous but she is still so unsure of whether she is in a dream or not and that causes the fear to settle somewhere in the back of her mind and chest, where she can ignore it.
While her tongue takes over and says: “Woah, is that really your face?”
Dream or not, she hears the words and winces. “I mean…” Sokali quickly decides there’s no real damage control she can do from that opening line and she simply falls silent - silver eyes not daring to blink as she remains frozen in her spot.
She does not know whether she is awake or asleep now, as she moves through the forest. Her seven silver-tipped tails flick behind her as she wanders - and her mind is somewhere else entirely separate from her body. Drifting in and out of dark and bright thoughts in equal measure.
So she should not be surprised when she stumbles across him, but she is.
It startles her enough that she shifts back into a shimmering mare in an instant. Perhaps it is some deep instinct - to not be so small when faced with what so clearly has predator written over every inch of their body. Even as a mare, though, she feels that tingle down her spine as she looks him over. The one that warns her to run, to get out of here as fast as she can.
Existing here, in this space, is dangerous but she is still so unsure of whether she is in a dream or not and that causes the fear to settle somewhere in the back of her mind and chest, where she can ignore it.
While her tongue takes over and says: “Woah, is that really your face?”
Dream or not, she hears the words and winces. “I mean…” Sokali quickly decides there’s no real damage control she can do from that opening line and she simply falls silent - silver eyes not daring to blink as she remains frozen in her spot.
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