The mare, unwillingly so, started to recall things of the Tundra as she examined Tephra's volcanic, heated terrain. The cave in the center, the wall covering most of the entrance side, leaving a small section for land-walkers. Winged inhabitants - and visitors, but that is less often seen - will often simply fly over the wall, she recalls. Brynmor, when he had wings for a short while, had done a good deal of flying over the walls.
Now, she's called into memory itself - a full play-through with emotions. She doesn't know what's going to change, she knows she is asleep, something inside her screams to wake up, but she moves forward, closer to the cave.
She falls into a seemingly endless pit, scratches appearing from thin air and latching onto her legs, causing her to weaken.
She's falling faster, now, and physically limp. She's gone slack, her eyes still open - frozen by fear - as her gaze unfocuses.
Rael reaches the bottom, and she somehow is standing perfectly upright, her head high. She screams as pain slowly creeps up her forelegs, and she tries to rip free of them by rearing, but more pain holds her upright now, midair. She looks around, and sees the pain is from the thorned vines, adorned with black roses, around her forelegs, barrel, and now slowly closing her muzzle and holding her neck hostage in an uncomfortable position.
In reality, she's quivering, jerking - the signs of a nightmare are evident in her facial expression, as it twists and her mouth opens to give a shocking, unearthly rattling sigh of defeat.
Back, where she's trapped, water is slowly lapping higher up her legs. The vines force her down, and she collapses, only to be jerked up into a standing position again like a puppet in a puppet show. Stone hits hard on her back, the weight and jagged edges causing almost unbearable pain.
She doesn't expect the approval of the cave as she is paralyzed by a rock cutting through her skin and swelling her spine.
She thinks of her brother, Real Fire. Her mother. Her father, but not so lovingly. Brynmor. Offspring. Each name - minus her father's - pierces her heart through with pain. She'd cry out if she wasn't paralyzed, breath slowly fading as she loses motion.
Her vision fades first, then her legs still, her head slack; she's trapped, left with only her slowly fading thoughts. This is the end of me.. She thinks before she's caressed by a gentle darkness and returned to a weary sleep, exhausted and too stunned to wake.
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OOC : A look into her nightmarish, deepest fear. She was reliving a twisted version of her experience during the traditional Tundra initiation, where she slowly started to die, as in her nightmare, she doesn't pass the test and is tossed out and deemed unworthy of the scar of approval.
Word Count = 429 Words
Halloween surprise please!
Now, she's called into memory itself - a full play-through with emotions. She doesn't know what's going to change, she knows she is asleep, something inside her screams to wake up, but she moves forward, closer to the cave.
She falls into a seemingly endless pit, scratches appearing from thin air and latching onto her legs, causing her to weaken.
She's falling faster, now, and physically limp. She's gone slack, her eyes still open - frozen by fear - as her gaze unfocuses.
Rael reaches the bottom, and she somehow is standing perfectly upright, her head high. She screams as pain slowly creeps up her forelegs, and she tries to rip free of them by rearing, but more pain holds her upright now, midair. She looks around, and sees the pain is from the thorned vines, adorned with black roses, around her forelegs, barrel, and now slowly closing her muzzle and holding her neck hostage in an uncomfortable position.
In reality, she's quivering, jerking - the signs of a nightmare are evident in her facial expression, as it twists and her mouth opens to give a shocking, unearthly rattling sigh of defeat.
Back, where she's trapped, water is slowly lapping higher up her legs. The vines force her down, and she collapses, only to be jerked up into a standing position again like a puppet in a puppet show. Stone hits hard on her back, the weight and jagged edges causing almost unbearable pain.
She doesn't expect the approval of the cave as she is paralyzed by a rock cutting through her skin and swelling her spine.
She thinks of her brother, Real Fire. Her mother. Her father, but not so lovingly. Brynmor. Offspring. Each name - minus her father's - pierces her heart through with pain. She'd cry out if she wasn't paralyzed, breath slowly fading as she loses motion.
Her vision fades first, then her legs still, her head slack; she's trapped, left with only her slowly fading thoughts. This is the end of me.. She thinks before she's caressed by a gentle darkness and returned to a weary sleep, exhausted and too stunned to wake.
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OOC : A look into her nightmarish, deepest fear. She was reliving a twisted version of her experience during the traditional Tundra initiation, where she slowly started to die, as in her nightmare, she doesn't pass the test and is tossed out and deemed unworthy of the scar of approval.
Word Count = 429 Words
Halloween surprise please!