05-16-2024, 02:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-16-2024, 02:33 AM by . Red.Opium ..)
. there is no pain you are receding .
Dark eyes anchor on a stark sprig of life; its vibrancy startling when contrasted with the bleached greys of winter. The sight of grass brought her back to reality. How many days had passed? Just how long had she been meandering through the snow? It felt endless. That’s the problem with winter - everything looks the same. Snowy scenery blending with mottled grey skies makes it easy for a traveler to become entranced and easily lost.
Not that the crimson coquette held any destination. No, she was adrift long before walking into the blustery snowfall. To her, departing into the unknown was preferential to remaining in some obscure land she was forced to call “home.”
Her pace slowing, Red Opium lifts her dished head to absorb her new surroundings. A meadow? Trees? She thinks to herself. Where have I landed? Even cold and dusted with snow, the rolling field sprawled before her was far more lovely than where she had forsaken. A hint of a smile crawls nimbly across her face. Could she have found someplace pleasant for once? Her smile recedes just as quickly as it had appeared. She remains trepidatious not one to let her guard down prematurely. Still, it would be nice to rest, and what better place to do so than a meadow?
Black pointed ears pick up the delicate trickle of running water. A drink would be nice. She was parched too consumed by winter’s gloom to even notice until now. Lithe frame glides forward, footfalls almost silent as ebony hooves carve through the snow. It must be nearby, perhaps over the small ridge ahead.
Something stops her. A subtle glow flickers just beyond the crest. Fire? Curiosity tickles the fresh mare as she slows to barely a crawl, cautious of what’s ahead. Suddenly, a venomous shout breaks the soft silence chased by a cloud of steam. The glow burns brighter and confirms that it's fueled by flame. She isn’t alone, yet whoever stands on the other side wields fire. Should she continue or should she change her trajectory?
Why the hell not?
Forward she continues until her obsidian gaze reaches just over the crest. What they capture stuns her. A faint gasp escapes and ascends into the frigid air. Just what was it she was seeing? A stallion…. On fire. She narrows her visage. Perhaps this was a hallucination? Her travels had become extensive impulsively taking any direction that would take her far away and now that she had slowed, the reality of just how hard she had pushed herself oozes over her muscles.
There wasn’t time to deliberate with herself as she caught another voice beyond the burning steed Then a small flurry of movement through the snow. Is that a ca-- The creature responsible for the snow scurry pops out from the cold and situates itself beneath the faded roan flame-stallion. --t… fish? And if that wasn’t inconceivable enough trailing behind the tiny mutant approached a much larger one.
Red Opium needs to pick her proverbial jaw off the floor.
Her mind races trying desperately to make sense of what seems impossible. She isn't dreaming, her aching muscles and the bitter chill of winter that kisses her sleek body confirm it. Has sanity abandoned her? The mare had never been this disconcerted before. Regardless, her eyes refuse to break their stare and continue to observe from behind the meager hill.
”Why the hell not?” She chastises herself beneath her breath.
Not that the crimson coquette held any destination. No, she was adrift long before walking into the blustery snowfall. To her, departing into the unknown was preferential to remaining in some obscure land she was forced to call “home.”
Her pace slowing, Red Opium lifts her dished head to absorb her new surroundings. A meadow? Trees? She thinks to herself. Where have I landed? Even cold and dusted with snow, the rolling field sprawled before her was far more lovely than where she had forsaken. A hint of a smile crawls nimbly across her face. Could she have found someplace pleasant for once? Her smile recedes just as quickly as it had appeared. She remains trepidatious not one to let her guard down prematurely. Still, it would be nice to rest, and what better place to do so than a meadow?
Black pointed ears pick up the delicate trickle of running water. A drink would be nice. She was parched too consumed by winter’s gloom to even notice until now. Lithe frame glides forward, footfalls almost silent as ebony hooves carve through the snow. It must be nearby, perhaps over the small ridge ahead.
Something stops her. A subtle glow flickers just beyond the crest. Fire? Curiosity tickles the fresh mare as she slows to barely a crawl, cautious of what’s ahead. Suddenly, a venomous shout breaks the soft silence chased by a cloud of steam. The glow burns brighter and confirms that it's fueled by flame. She isn’t alone, yet whoever stands on the other side wields fire. Should she continue or should she change her trajectory?
Why the hell not?
Forward she continues until her obsidian gaze reaches just over the crest. What they capture stuns her. A faint gasp escapes and ascends into the frigid air. Just what was it she was seeing? A stallion…. On fire. She narrows her visage. Perhaps this was a hallucination? Her travels had become extensive impulsively taking any direction that would take her far away and now that she had slowed, the reality of just how hard she had pushed herself oozes over her muscles.
There wasn’t time to deliberate with herself as she caught another voice beyond the burning steed Then a small flurry of movement through the snow. Is that a ca-- The creature responsible for the snow scurry pops out from the cold and situates itself beneath the faded roan flame-stallion. --t… fish? And if that wasn’t inconceivable enough trailing behind the tiny mutant approached a much larger one.
Red Opium needs to pick her proverbial jaw off the floor.
Her mind races trying desperately to make sense of what seems impossible. She isn't dreaming, her aching muscles and the bitter chill of winter that kisses her sleek body confirm it. Has sanity abandoned her? The mare had never been this disconcerted before. Regardless, her eyes refuse to break their stare and continue to observe from behind the meager hill.
”Why the hell not?” She chastises herself beneath her breath.
. Red Opium .