03-13-2017, 03:43 PM
when you speak dreams and reality collide
She is the fox again, small and lithe, slipping through the underbrush on the trail of a frightened little mouse. She can smell the fear in the creature, revels in it, can almost feel the fragile bones crushed beneath her teeth ....
Then she pauses, paw raised mid air, as a nearby noise attracts her attention. Her mouth hungers for the mouse, but the sound indicates that something large is nearby, and her fox instincts scream at her to hide. She gives in to them, regretfully (the mouse would have made a good lunch), and slips under a nearby log to wait for the intruder to pass by.
But wait, why is she hiding? There are few predators in Taiga, well, few that would be bothered with the effort of trying to take her down in her natural form. She slips back out from under the log, and in a few quick moments (she’s gotten good at transitioning from this form) the little red fox has been replaced by a dark young mare.
She straightens up, ears at attention, eyes seeking out movements in the underbrush. “Hello? Is someone there?” Scents are different now in this form - the vegetation is overwhelming, but there’s something deeper beyond it that she can only now detect. Something mixed with the scent of horse, something musky and … predatory.
Then she pauses, paw raised mid air, as a nearby noise attracts her attention. Her mouth hungers for the mouse, but the sound indicates that something large is nearby, and her fox instincts scream at her to hide. She gives in to them, regretfully (the mouse would have made a good lunch), and slips under a nearby log to wait for the intruder to pass by.
But wait, why is she hiding? There are few predators in Taiga, well, few that would be bothered with the effort of trying to take her down in her natural form. She slips back out from under the log, and in a few quick moments (she’s gotten good at transitioning from this form) the little red fox has been replaced by a dark young mare.
She straightens up, ears at attention, eyes seeking out movements in the underbrush. “Hello? Is someone there?” Scents are different now in this form - the vegetation is overwhelming, but there’s something deeper beyond it that she can only now detect. Something mixed with the scent of horse, something musky and … predatory.
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