[private] Take notice of what light does--to everything

[Brine]

Brine

The darkness invites her like a warm blanket, as if laying in the sun had given her a foreign chill unshakeable without the heat of black seeping into her roan coat. Backwards to most, but sensible to her. It made sense, it always makes sense in the dark.

And unfortunately, Nerine is casted in beautiful shades of different light. Hardly a pea-sized shadow to bask in.

So, she is here seeking refuge where she knows best; the forest. A place where she grew and thrived and even raised her little golden world, a place where the brightest part of her life was born right here. Right here under this beautifully tall pine tree in a bed of pinely-scented needles scoured across the floor as she pushed for hours. And hours. And hours.

And yet, she stands there now, feeling almost defeated. Seeing herself nestled against the tree trunk pushing in desperation, alone, abandoned--confused. Lost on what to do next, if her baby is alive still despite her persistent pushing and lack of relief. Lost on what to do if her baby is alive, and does come into this world. All of it seemingly for nothing, as if her decision to save two lives instead of end them all for nothing, because her baby Ruth left her.

Left her for the next step in life, the step where babies grow to be diplomats and soldiers away from their parents. Away from her cooing, her protection, her grasp.

She hasn’t been touched in so long, and at this point it is almost embarrassing.

take notice of what light does—to everything

@[Ripley and Nostromo]

[Ripley]

here comes a candle to light you to bed here comes a chopper to chop off your head Hunting is better than they could have expected. They are not allowed to do so within the borders of Pangea - or, at least, they are not allowed to hunt anything fun within those borders. Mountain lions and wolves and deer are only challenging for so long. Instead, they have become, in a very dark sense of the word, fascinated by the horse creatures that populate this land. So many of them have extra appendages, or brightly coloured skin. They are still perpetually hunting the green-one that got away and the horrible dragon creature that helped her escape. Which is part of the reason they return so frequently to this forest. And the other part is that the shadows are ideal for hunting in. They pick up a trail, and though it is not the prize they want, it is an interesting one all the same. A winged horse. Very quickly they are worked into a frenzy - more limbs mean more flesh to eat. Instead of just lunging out of the shadows, the smaller of the monsters emerges from the bushes slowly. Her mother remains hidden, obscured by branches and the trunks of more trees, as she quietly moves around to find another spot she can strike from. The monster in plain sight does not move once she is visible. Instead she stands perfectly still, no indication given that she even notices the winged mare at all. ripley & nostromo XXVIII-----

@[Brine]