02-28-2021, 09:43 PM
Tornados from a butterfly's wing
She searches for a face to match the words that emanate from the dark, and comes close. Eyes that gleam like embers meet her own strange blue orbs. She blinks, uncertain for a moment if she was really seeing eyes, or just another trick of the darkness on her light deprived vision.
It helped, oddly, to know the voice had an owner. That it wasn't just darkness set on unnerving her. Or the yellow-eyed things that had been dogging them all. This was something different, and as each new moment passed where she wasn't attacked, her Confidence grew more naturally from where she had planted it.
"I wouldn't take it personally," she offered after a moment, trying to ease her voice. "I think I'd startle at a bunny if it didn't announced itself first right now." Her lips pursed thoughtfully. There was... conflict, more than anything, that she could feel like unseen air currents. Sorrow and Regret mingling with Fear and Irritation. A whole awful lot of negativity, tightly knit into itself. Into him, she realized.
This was something she'd never encountered before, and it drew her in with earnest wonder. The emotional signitures she was used to connecting with horses were usually fragmented things. A collection of small, characteristic feelings that individuals organized into their own subconscious patterns. This wasn't like that. Curiosity overrode her hesitation, and the little mare took several steps nearer.
She still couldn't see him with her eyes, but it almost didn't matter. Now that she knew what she was looking for... She couldn't repress the gasp of surprise when it came. Every shade of sadness, every flavor of woe was twisted together to fit into the shape a creature should be filling. He was Negativity Incarnate, and that one answer only opened the doors for a hundred other questions.
Like a scientist obligated to discover, she got even closer, her crystal eyes searching for any details her Empathy may have failed to pick up on. There was nothing but shadow that blended seamlessly into the darkness they were standing in. "I'm Amarine," she answered vaguely, wondering if she would fall right through this Torryn, if she tried to touch him. Was he a sentient shadow, only? Or was there substance in the dark.
...Amarine
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