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She was unusual.
She knew her mother, but she did not know her father. Maybe that was normal in this place... This place they called...Beqanna. Everyone looked like her, or so it seemed. They were built like her. Their faces bled together, and she recognized features that were similar to hers in the eyes of so many others. And yet, as Auntie Aurora told them all the story of a man name Sandee Claws.... and how he brought toys to all the good little boys and girls, she could not help but let her mind wander. She was probably the only teal and purple one here. Her eyes wandered over them, in their beautiful shades of brown, black, and grey, and found herself wanting.
She'd give anything to be normal.
So Auntie Aurora called them all and continues her story, her eyes bright and full of promise and wonder. Provoke was in another place entirely. To another world where the place where Sandee Claws was a terrible monster, with long black claws, snatching children from their mamas. A place where the stars keep spinning. Her body left behind, she is on a great journey. Her little teal body shivers, and the echos of the story are still in her mind, but her eyes give way to her greatest fears... fears she never knew she had.... but was sure she'd have these fears the rest of her life. And so, as the story comes to an end, she feels her essence sinking back into her body with a thud, and she shook her head, and then shuddered, her ears going back and her tail between her legs as she cowered close to the ground.
<b>"NO SANDEE! DON'T TAKE ME! I PROMISE I'll BE GOOD!"</b>
There is no noise. A beat, and then she opens her eyes. Auntie Aurora blinks twice.. <I>Are you okay, little one?</i> And all the other kids started to laugh. Loud, long howls of laughter and cruel snorts and squeals as they turn to her. Provoke blushes, turning sheepish. <I>I did it again, didn't I?</I> She does not know where she goes. She has always been absent minded. Her mother always told her so. She does not know why she can leave her body and look at down at herself... or peer into other places. But whenever she appears to land back inside her body...It's always so embarrasing!
She'd give anything to be normal.
<b>"I'm sorry, Auntie Aurora. I didn't mean to interrupt."</b>
This time, she pays attention, staying quiet as a mouse, her bright blue eyes trained on the story, sitting at the back of the group, determined to stay inside her body—trying to forget the scary Sandee Claws image she had seen on her travels... Sandee Claws was a good creature... He was not a sand monster.
Was he?
And so, when Auntie Aurora concludes the story and sends the children to actually go <I>FIND</i> Sandee....Provoke shivers. She doesn't want to go. And after all of the children have left, she finds that she stays put, looking at Aurora with knowing eyes. Knowing that Sandee is not all that Auntie Aurora said he was. Aurora turns kind eyes to the little teal girl, her heart in her eyes. <I>What is wrong, little one? Why haven't you left with the others?</I>
<b>"I'm afraid. I don't want to go."</b>
Aurora smiles at her with kind eyes, and gently, she nudges Provoke out of her place in the dirt. <I>You cannot always be afraid, little one. Go on an adventure. See where it takes you.</i>
Provoke smiles weakly, and nods, her ears going back and her tail going between her legs as she carries her brightly colored body down the path, and into the woods.
Because she left so much later than the other kids, Provoke knew she was so far behind the rest of the other foals. The sun was setting, and the fingers of the trees were reaching down into the branches, obscuring her way. Shadows were casting their ghosts across the forest, and the eerie sounds of the dark soon became louder. Provoke slowed. She was too far to turn back now... but there was no way she was going to make it to the end. She was on her own tonight. And for a little girl who was already afraid...
She continues on, more slowly, taking measured, careful steps, careful to stay on the path that Auntie Aurora set out for her. The path that would be safest. Looking around, she starts to whimper, ever on the lookout. Across the way, she hears a dragging of leaves. A crack of a thick tree branch.
Provoke stops. Squealing, she tucks her tail and runs like crazy, bumping head long into.... It. She shivers, and screams, dropping back down into the dirt and covering her head with her legs.
<b>"Please, Sandee Claws....Please don't eat me! I promise I'll be good!"</b>
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She knew her mother, but she did not know her father. Maybe that was normal in this place... This place they called...Beqanna. Everyone looked like her, or so it seemed. They were built like her. Their faces bled together, and she recognized features that were similar to hers in the eyes of so many others. And yet, as Auntie Aurora told them all the story of a man name Sandee Claws.... and how he brought toys to all the good little boys and girls, she could not help but let her mind wander. She was probably the only teal and purple one here. Her eyes wandered over them, in their beautiful shades of brown, black, and grey, and found herself wanting.
She'd give anything to be normal.
So Auntie Aurora called them all and continues her story, her eyes bright and full of promise and wonder. Provoke was in another place entirely. To another world where the place where Sandee Claws was a terrible monster, with long black claws, snatching children from their mamas. A place where the stars keep spinning. Her body left behind, she is on a great journey. Her little teal body shivers, and the echos of the story are still in her mind, but her eyes give way to her greatest fears... fears she never knew she had.... but was sure she'd have these fears the rest of her life. And so, as the story comes to an end, she feels her essence sinking back into her body with a thud, and she shook her head, and then shuddered, her ears going back and her tail between her legs as she cowered close to the ground.
<b>"NO SANDEE! DON'T TAKE ME! I PROMISE I'll BE GOOD!"</b>
There is no noise. A beat, and then she opens her eyes. Auntie Aurora blinks twice.. <I>Are you okay, little one?</i> And all the other kids started to laugh. Loud, long howls of laughter and cruel snorts and squeals as they turn to her. Provoke blushes, turning sheepish. <I>I did it again, didn't I?</I> She does not know where she goes. She has always been absent minded. Her mother always told her so. She does not know why she can leave her body and look at down at herself... or peer into other places. But whenever she appears to land back inside her body...It's always so embarrasing!
She'd give anything to be normal.
<b>"I'm sorry, Auntie Aurora. I didn't mean to interrupt."</b>
This time, she pays attention, staying quiet as a mouse, her bright blue eyes trained on the story, sitting at the back of the group, determined to stay inside her body—trying to forget the scary Sandee Claws image she had seen on her travels... Sandee Claws was a good creature... He was not a sand monster.
Was he?
And so, when Auntie Aurora concludes the story and sends the children to actually go <I>FIND</i> Sandee....Provoke shivers. She doesn't want to go. And after all of the children have left, she finds that she stays put, looking at Aurora with knowing eyes. Knowing that Sandee is not all that Auntie Aurora said he was. Aurora turns kind eyes to the little teal girl, her heart in her eyes. <I>What is wrong, little one? Why haven't you left with the others?</I>
<b>"I'm afraid. I don't want to go."</b>
Aurora smiles at her with kind eyes, and gently, she nudges Provoke out of her place in the dirt. <I>You cannot always be afraid, little one. Go on an adventure. See where it takes you.</i>
Provoke smiles weakly, and nods, her ears going back and her tail going between her legs as she carries her brightly colored body down the path, and into the woods.
Because she left so much later than the other kids, Provoke knew she was so far behind the rest of the other foals. The sun was setting, and the fingers of the trees were reaching down into the branches, obscuring her way. Shadows were casting their ghosts across the forest, and the eerie sounds of the dark soon became louder. Provoke slowed. She was too far to turn back now... but there was no way she was going to make it to the end. She was on her own tonight. And for a little girl who was already afraid...
She continues on, more slowly, taking measured, careful steps, careful to stay on the path that Auntie Aurora set out for her. The path that would be safest. Looking around, she starts to whimper, ever on the lookout. Across the way, she hears a dragging of leaves. A crack of a thick tree branch.
Provoke stops. Squealing, she tucks her tail and runs like crazy, bumping head long into.... It. She shivers, and screams, dropping back down into the dirt and covering her head with her legs.
<b>"Please, Sandee Claws....Please don't eat me! I promise I'll be good!"</b>
<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>