The darkness disconcerted at first. The monsters, too. Their shapeless forms haunting her every periphery made for an interesting few nights until Alyssa decided to treat them with the same lethargic apathy she treated most everything else in life. Once that mental state kicked in, not much changed for the Andalusian mare in the great night; having left her mother and father many moons ago with the promise to return on occasion meant that she needn't care about much else anymore. Not even monsters.
Until the curiosity kicked in.
In the breadth of the all-consuming darkness, Alyssa found space for thoughts and ideas that never occurred to her before. Wonders about the wider world, a slight flicker in her chest which longed for more than the nothingness she wore on the inside and now, on the outside, too. Did the rest of the equines hereabout not feel the same way? She heard them screaming, sometimes, screams interspersed with the sound of monstrous glee. She wondered what they had that she did not which sicced the monsters upon them.
But, she never stopped to wonder at their predicament long enough to find the answer, nor long enough to help them in their recovery. Her lethargy had not waned that much. Instead, she meandered through the small stretches of land which she knew until even that bored her more than her boredom could handle. The boredom, the darkness, and that time-old curiosity came to a head tonight: tonight, when she struck off on a worn but unknown path. She could not find the ends to its width in the daytime night and figured that must mean that wherever she headed, she might find others there, too; she tried not to wonder about her motivation for following this trail too much. But still that tickle in her chest persisted, resistant to her dampening efforts.
And so, she appeared in the field that night. Her ebony hide blended with the darkness surrounding and encouraged her to pick her way to the middle of the area, assured that many would pass her by before a few stopped long enough to find her. This way, with her orange eyes giving the edges of the field a lazy twice-over, Alyssa stood, wondering against wonder just what might come next.
Until the curiosity kicked in.
In the breadth of the all-consuming darkness, Alyssa found space for thoughts and ideas that never occurred to her before. Wonders about the wider world, a slight flicker in her chest which longed for more than the nothingness she wore on the inside and now, on the outside, too. Did the rest of the equines hereabout not feel the same way? She heard them screaming, sometimes, screams interspersed with the sound of monstrous glee. She wondered what they had that she did not which sicced the monsters upon them.
But, she never stopped to wonder at their predicament long enough to find the answer, nor long enough to help them in their recovery. Her lethargy had not waned that much. Instead, she meandered through the small stretches of land which she knew until even that bored her more than her boredom could handle. The boredom, the darkness, and that time-old curiosity came to a head tonight: tonight, when she struck off on a worn but unknown path. She could not find the ends to its width in the daytime night and figured that must mean that wherever she headed, she might find others there, too; she tried not to wonder about her motivation for following this trail too much. But still that tickle in her chest persisted, resistant to her dampening efforts.
And so, she appeared in the field that night. Her ebony hide blended with the darkness surrounding and encouraged her to pick her way to the middle of the area, assured that many would pass her by before a few stopped long enough to find her. This way, with her orange eyes giving the edges of the field a lazy twice-over, Alyssa stood, wondering against wonder just what might come next.