[open] Don’t Wake Me Up

[Seance]

Slender legs cautiously felt their way around the forest, careful to step over every odd bump, testing her surroundings with one foot before putting the other in front. Her pace was slow, but it did not bother her. The pale faced mare was far too distracted by her conversation to worry about where she was going or how long it would take her to get there. 

To who she spoke to, she was unsure. It was a wandering spirit who had not exchanged names with her, but she didn’t mind. Truthfully, she just enjoyed having someone from the other side to speak with. Séance’s hushed voice whispered curious questions and with every small giggle, the wings on her fetlocks fluttered happily, occasionally causing a loose feather or two to fall from her feet. 

The babbling ghost tried to explain trees and the river to her, describing them with feelings rather than trying to form shapes within her mind. The mare’s cloudy eyes widened with joy at the descriptions, forming a whole world of feelings from the descriptions given to her.

[Shadowmere]

when owls call the breathless moon

She steps through the copses.
Leaves in hues of orange and red flutter through the air.
A bite to it.
Autumn was finally here.

Slender black legs propel the dark mother.
Her stride is long.
Steps are sure.
These deep woods had been her domain for many years, where she lie dormant.
Waiting.
She knew she would return to the world.
If only her bitch daughter hadn't set ruin to her plans.

Velveteen black lips roll back into a disgusted sneer.
Naga..
The very name made her boil with rage.
She would have her way.
All this time.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Surely the panther bitch must be dead by now...

Vile thoughts rose to the forefront of her mind.
Swirling.
Deepening.
The crone's attention falters.
What's this?
Deep black pools shimmer with curiosity.
A small shape picks her way carefully through the landscape, feeling in front of her with a cautious outreached hoof.

Very interesting.

The dark mother slips out of the shadows near the painted young woman, now noticing the milky bright gaze and the soft whispering that emit from the ghostly mare.
A dark smile spreads across scarred lips.
Slinking.
A predator stalking it's prey.
Just a few strides away from the girl.
Silver tongue spins her deep honeyed words.

"Hello, young one.
Her deep purr of a nicker is surprisingly warm.
Though she was not the most likable - not that she cared to be - she still enjoyed a little socializing.
"A nice evening for a stroll through the forest, isn't it."
The dark crone pauses, craning her neck back to reach an itch behind her shoulder with sharp coiling horns for a moment before returning her gaze.

Ebony eyes narrow as she grins.
I am Shadowmere, delighted to meet you.
There seemed to be something unique about this mysterious child.
The crone could sense it, but she knew not why.
Something about the energy around her.
Perhaps she would find out...

SHADOWMERE

mother of darkness

@[Seance]

[Seance]

Seance

You're just a ghost inside my head,

The spirit had paused, not uttering a word whereas before it had been chatty and insistent. Seance paused too in confusion, stopping in her tracks in wait for it to speak again, yet instead she felt the friendly presence leave, her pale features now pulled into a sulk. The sound of footsteps snapped her focus back to her surroundings, and she understood why her ghostly friend had left her.

Her head moved this way and that for a moment, trying to figure out which way the footsteps were coming from, before a voice allowed her to zero in on the location of the new visitor. She squinted in the direction of the source of the voice, as if she could perhaps see if she did so, though she knew it never worked. Her head dipped down and her pose became reserved and timid, her voice a hushed, soft tone as she meekly replied.

"Hello...Yes, it is a nice evening..." Her voice was almost monotone when speaking to other living beings, she'd always found it difficult to conversate with the living, she always preferred to speak to those who had already crossed to the other side, and she couldn't help but wish that the figure before her were a spirit, rather than a solid being.

"Shadowmere..." She repeated in a particularly quiet whisper, before raising her voice only slightly to answer, just enough to be heard. "My name is Seance, do you know where my friend went?" 

You're just a ghost you're

never there

@[Shadowmere]