It was alchemy to sing to me your freedom song.
She ponders for a moment, her jaw slacking, opening the rush of air cooling her wet tongue. Then its closed once more. Eyes downcast. Her hooves about to kick herself over this. She should speak up. She shouldn't. She is invisible, she is nothing. She could be something... that something could be the entrails that the carrion were salivitating over. She could be that rot infested fish. The slimy discusting maggot covered blue monstosity. It flopped about, the sand flying into the carnivorious birds eyes. The pink leathery skin looking as if it was about to sizzle off the bones. That bird must be starving. Eyes bulge ready to pop out of their sockets, its neck to skinny, its feathers molting off the bony wings. Wings that where flapping about stirring up the sand more so than it already was. Hanging from the bloated stomach its wings hung tattered and torn growing... growing.... the wings were growing. They wouldn't stop.
She squeezes her eyes shut. The aloneness was getting to her. Its not real. The bird looks at her she can't peal her eyes away this time But its so tasty dear. The creatures voice slick wtih the slime and rot of the dead flopping fish. While the fish screamed out Help, help, please help choking, spittle flinging from its tiny mouth. The birds continue to cackle thick stripes of flesh coating the inside of their throats. Then her attention is snapped back to the real world. No carrion, no inane flopping fish. Only the purple mane and tail you can see.... what about you? She replies still a little shaken from the illusion. They used to be fun. But the more torture she sees her siblings commit the more she feels her own halussinations enjoying them.
Nice to meet you Kara, I'm Kaide The girl takes off, and she follows plodding along at a steady trot. She saw no reason to hurry. Picking her way among the twigs and hills her mind believing them to be completely different in fact so different that they were small black holes that had snakes and other creepy things in them waiting for one to step in and accidently break a hoof, maybe dying from a poisonious bite. So that she too would be the rotting dead entrails for these creatures to feast on.
OOC no worries.