01-09-2021, 07:08 PM
Run
No stop
Thoughts as clumsy as her movements plague this black mare as she moves through the forest. The pain of the still sizzling acid wound on her neck is so blinding it is almost a relief. A lifetime of memories, of emotions, of thoughts that she had been unable to process until now and they are all flooding her at the same time. Only the pain keeps them at bay, keeps her mind as quiet as it has always been.
She bursts through the last few trees and into the snow-covered meadow. Here it is easier to see, and the open space encourages her to take a deep breath - which exacerbates the acid wound on her neck and causes her to collapse as a wave of fresh pain washes over her and the imbalance of this body without the counterweight of her prehensile tail doesn't help. She thinks she might be sobbing, but she’s not used to these vocal cords and doesn’t register that the sounds she is making are coming from her.
There’s a part of her mind that thinks she sounds like prey, that she sounds like something she would have eaten for breakfast.
Something she has eaten.
A whimper escapes her after the sobs fade away and she lies there in the snow, black eyes rolling around in her skull as her overwhelmed mind desperately tries to find anything to focus on.
No stop
Thoughts as clumsy as her movements plague this black mare as she moves through the forest. The pain of the still sizzling acid wound on her neck is so blinding it is almost a relief. A lifetime of memories, of emotions, of thoughts that she had been unable to process until now and they are all flooding her at the same time. Only the pain keeps them at bay, keeps her mind as quiet as it has always been.
She bursts through the last few trees and into the snow-covered meadow. Here it is easier to see, and the open space encourages her to take a deep breath - which exacerbates the acid wound on her neck and causes her to collapse as a wave of fresh pain washes over her and the imbalance of this body without the counterweight of her prehensile tail doesn't help. She thinks she might be sobbing, but she’s not used to these vocal cords and doesn’t register that the sounds she is making are coming from her.
There’s a part of her mind that thinks she sounds like prey, that she sounds like something she would have eaten for breakfast.
Something she has eaten.
A whimper escapes her after the sobs fade away and she lies there in the snow, black eyes rolling around in her skull as her overwhelmed mind desperately tries to find anything to focus on.
NOSTROMO
@[Ryatah] <3