10-29-2021, 03:41 PM
She stumbles into some sort of crevice to hide, but it is deeper than she had thought. He stumbles and catches herself - badly. Eight is giggling and do is she, until she screams from the surprise and pain; the foot that had already been limping is caught between her body and a crack, her full weight on it, and then a sickening crack tells her what she already knew was wrong.
She writhes on the ground, just in time to see a strange ghost stare at her. The filly is winged and glittering, pink, Llorona thinks? But she isn’t sure what is happening at all so why bother if it is the color of a blood moon or of lavender. Sister, the filly greets her and for a moment Llorona thinks it is number Three talking but that can’t be right. ”What?” Perplexed, she sits upright to stare at the ghost. Llorona doesn’t really notice how she looks, how they both look. They share a mother, she knows somehow, and she figures that’s not per say a good thing.
Indeed she is grinned at with a more menacing-looking look each second, and Llorona scrambles backwards on her hands and single foot. Don’t you love me, little sis?” Llorona smiles prettily at her, ”Of course!” And indeed it is not her ghostly looks that she dislikes. But even through her pain she gathers that something is off with her, so she tries not to get attached.
She doesn’t make it very far until she hears someone cry. First she thinks it must be the ghost who claims to be her sibling, but then it turns out it is Llorona herself; her tears trouble her vision. She turns around and hugs the ghost, who was only looking for some love, same as Llorona.
The broken-winged ghost and the broken-foot girl limp towards the centre of the red-rock land. Llorona honestly doesn’t know where she is going, but they end up near a pumpkin-head, and they smile at him like sisters.
Sorry, it’s not living up to it’s potential but I don’f have time to make it better rn :|
She writhes on the ground, just in time to see a strange ghost stare at her. The filly is winged and glittering, pink, Llorona thinks? But she isn’t sure what is happening at all so why bother if it is the color of a blood moon or of lavender. Sister, the filly greets her and for a moment Llorona thinks it is number Three talking but that can’t be right. ”What?” Perplexed, she sits upright to stare at the ghost. Llorona doesn’t really notice how she looks, how they both look. They share a mother, she knows somehow, and she figures that’s not per say a good thing.
Indeed she is grinned at with a more menacing-looking look each second, and Llorona scrambles backwards on her hands and single foot. Don’t you love me, little sis?” Llorona smiles prettily at her, ”Of course!” And indeed it is not her ghostly looks that she dislikes. But even through her pain she gathers that something is off with her, so she tries not to get attached.
She doesn’t make it very far until she hears someone cry. First she thinks it must be the ghost who claims to be her sibling, but then it turns out it is Llorona herself; her tears trouble her vision. She turns around and hugs the ghost, who was only looking for some love, same as Llorona.
The broken-winged ghost and the broken-foot girl limp towards the centre of the red-rock land. Llorona honestly doesn’t know where she is going, but they end up near a pumpkin-head, and they smile at him like sisters.
Sorry, it’s not living up to it’s potential but I don’f have time to make it better rn :|