09-23-2025, 06:09 PM
The silence has never unsettled her, but tonight, it does. She has grown up in the silence, embraced the peacefulness of it. But the quiet tonight creeps into her chest and crawls along her spine. It steals the breath from her lungs and wraps its fingers around her frantically beating heart. But in the silence, there is a sirens song, or maybe the silence is the song. Whatever it is, and despite her trepidation, she finds herself moving towards those deadly rocks.
She doesn't know how long her legs move. She isn't in control of them, anyways. Something dark, something sinister and not of this world moves her from one spot to the next. Closing her eyes she reaches out with her mind, but even that yields nothing. The world is silent, aside from that compulsion to move that rattles her bones and forces them into motion.
Panic settles in when she begins to ascend The Mountain. The air around her is thin and her breathing is labored. Her control of the wind runs wild here, and her raven-black mane dances along her slender white neck. Some part of her soul relishes the darkness that is here, but the other part tries to shrink back in terror. Her legs still move forward though, pulled by whatever it is thats disrupted the night and drew her from her sleep. Once she reaches the summit, her hooves become rooted to the rocks, her motion ground to a very solid halt. There are others around who have seemingly befallen the same fate, but she spares them only a glance. She could just reach into their mind easily enough, if the need arises. For now though, she stands uncomfortably still. Only her mane whipping wildly against her neck and her heaving sides betray her for the living creature she is.
She doesn't know how long her legs move. She isn't in control of them, anyways. Something dark, something sinister and not of this world moves her from one spot to the next. Closing her eyes she reaches out with her mind, but even that yields nothing. The world is silent, aside from that compulsion to move that rattles her bones and forces them into motion.
Panic settles in when she begins to ascend The Mountain. The air around her is thin and her breathing is labored. Her control of the wind runs wild here, and her raven-black mane dances along her slender white neck. Some part of her soul relishes the darkness that is here, but the other part tries to shrink back in terror. Her legs still move forward though, pulled by whatever it is thats disrupted the night and drew her from her sleep. Once she reaches the summit, her hooves become rooted to the rocks, her motion ground to a very solid halt. There are others around who have seemingly befallen the same fate, but she spares them only a glance. She could just reach into their mind easily enough, if the need arises. For now though, she stands uncomfortably still. Only her mane whipping wildly against her neck and her heaving sides betray her for the living creature she is.