09-18-2015, 04:29 AM
"Ok Poppa, I'll wait here."
The little girl is all smiles and love. She walks into 'her room' happily, pleased that she is following her father's request. It has been a long day for her, so she lays down and drifts off to sleep.
What feels like several hours later she wakes up in the forest. It is so dark out that she can't see, but the scents are familiar. She is back in the meadow. Back where her poppa had found her originally. "P..p..poppa?" She whispers into the night. "Poppa?!" Her shrill little voice rises in a panic as the realization sinks in, he didn't want her so he brought her back. The little lost girl sinks heavily to her knees and sobs. So alone, so so alone. The filly can't see a foot in front of her, and the cries tearing through her throat do little in the way of keeping her hidden, so she doesn't hear it approach.
Soft padded steps creep up on the little girl. A leopard to prey upon the sweet little lamb.
A misplaced step snaps a twig under the predator's foot, loud enough for the sniffling child to hear. Velvet ears prick up in the darkness, eyes desperately trying to see through the gloom. "H...hello?" Her quavering voice is young and hopeful, desperately seeking the parents that left her to rot. Instead her soft notes are met with a growl.
She can hear the cat on the prowl now, the leopard having given up it's stealth in order to toy with her. It crosses the space towards the filly when they both hear the frantic shout from a stallion, "Run!"
Recognizing her father's voice, the girl, the little lonely girl does as she's told. Lurching forward on shaking legs, she runs deeper into the woods. With a yowl, the predator follows. Carlina continues to sob and cry as she pushes her fragile body to it's limits. Branches scratch and tangle in her hair, roots try to trip and snag, and through it all she feels the presence of the cat right behind her. Each step grows harder than the last with only blind panic to drive her forward. After awhile she doesn't hear the cat anymore, but continues to run.
As she runs around a tree, she hears voices in the distance. "Come here sweetheart, we will protect you." Her mother's. But in front of her the terrain changes. She can't see the difference, but it grows spongier, damp. As she takes the first experimental steps on the new ground, she catches a wiff of leopard in the air, helping her quickly get over her fear of the ground. The midnight filly hasn't taken two steps before claws catch at her hind leg tossing her to the ground. Using her last vestiges of strength, the poor, sweet girl is able to stumble to her feet and take two steps towards the encouraging words from her parents before she falls.
The ground gives way beneath her, and her descent is brief as she makes contact with frigid pond water. "POPPA! MOMMA!" the girl screams, her voice the only sound piercing the night as she tries to keep her nose above water. "Poppa!" she cries between gurgling breaths. Her hind leg doesn't want to work after it got mauled by the leopard, and her limbs were already tired from her run through the trees. It doesn't take long before her tiny lungs fill with the brackish water, the cold only making it harder to move, harder to breath. "poppa.." The fillies last word as her eyes begin to slip shut from the pain and exhaustion. As her head slips for the last time beneath the waterline, her hooves find purchase on solid ground. She collapses to the floor, and opening her eyes a crack, she sees the dirt of her room once more.
The little girl is all smiles and love. She walks into 'her room' happily, pleased that she is following her father's request. It has been a long day for her, so she lays down and drifts off to sleep.
What feels like several hours later she wakes up in the forest. It is so dark out that she can't see, but the scents are familiar. She is back in the meadow. Back where her poppa had found her originally. "P..p..poppa?" She whispers into the night. "Poppa?!" Her shrill little voice rises in a panic as the realization sinks in, he didn't want her so he brought her back. The little lost girl sinks heavily to her knees and sobs. So alone, so so alone. The filly can't see a foot in front of her, and the cries tearing through her throat do little in the way of keeping her hidden, so she doesn't hear it approach.
Soft padded steps creep up on the little girl. A leopard to prey upon the sweet little lamb.
A misplaced step snaps a twig under the predator's foot, loud enough for the sniffling child to hear. Velvet ears prick up in the darkness, eyes desperately trying to see through the gloom. "H...hello?" Her quavering voice is young and hopeful, desperately seeking the parents that left her to rot. Instead her soft notes are met with a growl.
She can hear the cat on the prowl now, the leopard having given up it's stealth in order to toy with her. It crosses the space towards the filly when they both hear the frantic shout from a stallion, "Run!"
Recognizing her father's voice, the girl, the little lonely girl does as she's told. Lurching forward on shaking legs, she runs deeper into the woods. With a yowl, the predator follows. Carlina continues to sob and cry as she pushes her fragile body to it's limits. Branches scratch and tangle in her hair, roots try to trip and snag, and through it all she feels the presence of the cat right behind her. Each step grows harder than the last with only blind panic to drive her forward. After awhile she doesn't hear the cat anymore, but continues to run.
As she runs around a tree, she hears voices in the distance. "Come here sweetheart, we will protect you." Her mother's. But in front of her the terrain changes. She can't see the difference, but it grows spongier, damp. As she takes the first experimental steps on the new ground, she catches a wiff of leopard in the air, helping her quickly get over her fear of the ground. The midnight filly hasn't taken two steps before claws catch at her hind leg tossing her to the ground. Using her last vestiges of strength, the poor, sweet girl is able to stumble to her feet and take two steps towards the encouraging words from her parents before she falls.
The ground gives way beneath her, and her descent is brief as she makes contact with frigid pond water. "POPPA! MOMMA!" the girl screams, her voice the only sound piercing the night as she tries to keep her nose above water. "Poppa!" she cries between gurgling breaths. Her hind leg doesn't want to work after it got mauled by the leopard, and her limbs were already tired from her run through the trees. It doesn't take long before her tiny lungs fill with the brackish water, the cold only making it harder to move, harder to breath. "poppa.." The fillies last word as her eyes begin to slip shut from the pain and exhaustion. As her head slips for the last time beneath the waterline, her hooves find purchase on solid ground. She collapses to the floor, and opening her eyes a crack, she sees the dirt of her room once more.