10-24-2018, 07:18 PM
She no longer cared for the dark. It brought unpleasant things to the surface of her mind. Things she would rather forget. Things she would rather have taken from her memory. It hadn’t started off horrible, had it? No, not she had loved him at first, mistaken the gleam in his eyes for feelings of affection. She had fallen into the darkness of his eyes because they had looked only at her, thinking that they were beautiful. If only she had known...if only she had stayed away from the way his smile had melted her insides.
If only she had some internal warning to make her steer clear of beautiful stallions that turned into terrible monsters.
It had changed the moment she went home with him. The gleam in his eyes turned harder, darker and the smile on his lips had turned sharp. Her blood flowed from thousands of wounds, never enough to kill her. Just enough to break her spirit and snap her spine. No back talking, no defiance. He would do what he wanted, when he wanted, and how he wanted. If he wanted to of it kill her, he would, but he never had. Impregnated her with claws and fangs ripping into her body, her blood warm against her body that always felt cold and empty.
Her eyes lost the look of wonder and happiness, dulling into nothing more than the basic will to live even when she wanted to die.
And then little Lyssie had come, saved her from the thoughts of dying and saving them both from his wrath. It was even better when she came with powers that he thought were useful. She didn’t like the way he used her, the way he trained her to be better once she was just a couple weeks old. She had hoped she would have more time to infuse her with love, to let her know without a doubt her mother would do everything to keep her safe. And she had hadn’t she? She had keep his teeth and hooves and claws from her Lyssie as much as she could. She had done whatever she had been told to do with a kind of desperateness that he seemed to like.
Lyssie had been safer, never completely safe, but others had had it worse. He had made them both do terrible, terrible things, but it always seemed more horrible in the dark. It was harder to see, and more just sounds and the smells.
She shook her head, the gathering dark lingering along the edges of everything. She had skirted the Meadow when the day had been still early. It was too open with no places to hide. The Forest had been the opposite, too many places for things to hide where she couldn’t see. The River was the last place she had left, and so she found her way near the banks of the river, felt the moisture in the air and the small droplets of water splattering against her legs and face. She closes her eyes just briefly, inhaling the scent of water and green pines before she turned around. The sounds of the river would do well for her, hiding any noises she made, however she knew that it would hide the approach of anyone else. It was not exactly ideal but for now, for tonight as the sky darkened and the shadows lengthened, it would have to do.
She eyes the large tree in the center, the giant oak and wonders if there is a place amongst the roots for her for tonight.
If only she had some internal warning to make her steer clear of beautiful stallions that turned into terrible monsters.
It had changed the moment she went home with him. The gleam in his eyes turned harder, darker and the smile on his lips had turned sharp. Her blood flowed from thousands of wounds, never enough to kill her. Just enough to break her spirit and snap her spine. No back talking, no defiance. He would do what he wanted, when he wanted, and how he wanted. If he wanted to of it kill her, he would, but he never had. Impregnated her with claws and fangs ripping into her body, her blood warm against her body that always felt cold and empty.
Her eyes lost the look of wonder and happiness, dulling into nothing more than the basic will to live even when she wanted to die.
And then little Lyssie had come, saved her from the thoughts of dying and saving them both from his wrath. It was even better when she came with powers that he thought were useful. She didn’t like the way he used her, the way he trained her to be better once she was just a couple weeks old. She had hoped she would have more time to infuse her with love, to let her know without a doubt her mother would do everything to keep her safe. And she had hadn’t she? She had keep his teeth and hooves and claws from her Lyssie as much as she could. She had done whatever she had been told to do with a kind of desperateness that he seemed to like.
Lyssie had been safer, never completely safe, but others had had it worse. He had made them both do terrible, terrible things, but it always seemed more horrible in the dark. It was harder to see, and more just sounds and the smells.
She shook her head, the gathering dark lingering along the edges of everything. She had skirted the Meadow when the day had been still early. It was too open with no places to hide. The Forest had been the opposite, too many places for things to hide where she couldn’t see. The River was the last place she had left, and so she found her way near the banks of the river, felt the moisture in the air and the small droplets of water splattering against her legs and face. She closes her eyes just briefly, inhaling the scent of water and green pines before she turned around. The sounds of the river would do well for her, hiding any noises she made, however she knew that it would hide the approach of anyone else. It was not exactly ideal but for now, for tonight as the sky darkened and the shadows lengthened, it would have to do.
She eyes the large tree in the center, the giant oak and wonders if there is a place amongst the roots for her for tonight.