just get me out of here (Gryffen)

[eyegore]

Existence thus far had been a mosaic of confusion and emotions. The more things changed, the more it noticed they stayed the same. The den where the child had spent its infancy was the same as it had always been, but now it seemed so much smaller than it had. It has a vague sense of the reality of its own growth, but it is so unsure of how this can occur it does not think much of it. There is no benchmark, no measuring stick to reference - just a deepening malaise that comes from finding oneself in a stagnant and shrinking environment. 

There were no solid boundaries to the den in which it lived, yet it knew where it could find nourishment when it was hungry, and there were no immediate threats to its safety, so why not stay close? Outside of this place there was nothing but unknown. Should this cause fear? Concern? Anxiety? Maybe a more adventurous or happy creature would be less reticent to leave. It does not know. It is neither of those things.

The driving force, ultimately, is that the others have begun to leave. They have always been there, even if it does not seek them out. Their presence has been part of its existence and their departures create confusion and uncomfortable feelings. It has no descriptors for these feelings, but it is certain they are not pleasant. Not unlike when its stomach was transitioning to grass from fairy milk.

One by one the others disappear. Finally it is quiet. The fairy mare comes daily, as always, but it had long since had mouths to feed. It does not consider asking the fairy for advice; while it had heard the others speaking to one another it had never tried to communicate with anyone. It does not occur to it to start now. Instead, it simply decides to follow the fairy and see where it may lead. It has little to loose.

It finds itself in a different land. Much larger - it seemed indefinite to the creature that had only known the confines of the den. There were others here too, but they were not the others that it had known. These were larger, like the fairy. It had never seen so many large others. This created fear. It knew fear, for it had always been there in varying degrees. Its only constant companion. 

Its knees wobble and the bay and purple creature finds itself in a heap in the strange land's long grasses. After a few moments, it no longer feels overwhelmed. It can breathe. There is food here. Nothing is immediately threatening. There are others, even if they are different. Perhaps this was a natural... it has no way of knowing. For now, it will simply try to understand this new land and the others that inhabited it. 

@[Gryffen]

[Gryffen]

a ghost in the darkness.

Able to leave his kingdom in his consort’s capable grip (just as bloody and firm as his own), he finally is able to go treasure hunting. His treasures were always complex. Broken things that were still useful to him but skirted over by the uncaring eye. Dismantled things, mad things, abandoned things, neglected things. And of course… All these “things” weren’t things at all. They were children, broken hearted mares, bloodletting stallions. They came in different shapes and sizes but they all carried the same thread that connects them together. They all held untapped potential that was missed by the common man. Always coaxed to light by the demonic genius that found them and molded them until they were made anew in the shape of his own image.

His timing is always impeccable. A crumpled heap of bay and violet laying in the grass. Looking around timidly. Curious and trying to keep the fear from his eyes. The white wraith debates on the best approach. He could dive headfirst into the boy’s heart, drawing that which he deeply desires and glamouring the image to match. It was the easiest way to entice it. However he’s not sure which part of his collection he wants this new toy for. Was there something of worth that lay beneath the russet surface? Or would he simply be something only for fun and pleasure?

There’s only one way to find out.

The red eyed ghost sweeps in towards the foal and goes with the most obvious answer. His muzzle dips low to push the small matted forelock from his face. Peering into the boys eyes with the smoldering crimson of his own. Showing him just the smallest taste of affection as he softly caresses the side of his cheek and then pulls away. To leave this neglected thing wanting for more, assuming that this may be what he craves the most. ”Come with me.” Comes the seductive words that fall from his tongue, past the pale lips as he takes a step back. ”Come with me and never be hungry again. Never be alone again.”

Gryffen

@[eyegore]

[eyegore]

Words.
Spoken to.
It had never been spoken to before.
It had heard words – the small others of the den had often communicated in such a fashion. It had heard the murmuring of words from the large others in this new land as well. But it had never had words, coming or going. It wasn’t even sure what words really meant, or how to use them.
 
How was it to know, really?
 
So when this large other with the red eyes gives it words of its own, it doesn’t know how to respond. The tone is not menacing, not angry. These are good signs. It sits dumbfounded in the grass, staring up at the red-eyed other with large, searching eyes. It tries desperately to understand. But understanding is so far away; so far out of its reach.
 
The large other begins to leave and without thought it picks itself up from the ground and follows. It does not dare touch the large other (though the touch had been surprisingly warm and good), but it follows as closely as possible without contact. It has no inclination of where they might be going, but it was beginning to fall dark and company seemed a better alternative than sleeping in a strange land alone.

@[Gryffen] Next post in Sylva?