Jesper
05-05-2018, 03:13 PM
Pursed lips draw the cool liquid into buccal cavity in an effort to quench his parched throat. Sure, the cold bit at his pelt and, stiffened his joints. The blasts of winter wind stung his cheeks and, dried his eyes. It also seemed to pull every milliliter of moisture out of the atmosphere, out of the earth and, out of his chassis. This sensation is more foreign to him than the frigidity of the season. He did reside in the Forest for some time and, while Sylva certainly has her differences, winter affects her much the same.
At first, the sensation creeping around his muzzle and, under his chin, mirrors his latest swallow. When the chill crept further up his muzzle, Jesper realizes that his gulp is unrelated. The water behaved as a tentacle, swirling and gathering around his proboscis. Out of confusion, aquamarine gaze frantically flits to the opposite shoreline to verify that only the water around him behaves in this manner. His next thought is panic. Sheer and utter panic sets in. Heart pounds against ribcage and, orbs roll back to reveal the whites. Ebony stag instinctually attempts to jerk his poll up and out; however, to no avail. The water wraps behind his ears and, tugs him down towards its depths. Nostrils flare in terror as he realizes he is stuck here, and then, the liquid rushes up his nasal caverns. Jesper attempts to snort; to blast the invading liquid back out. With the liquid now at the back of his throat, lips part because maw opens to cough. Eyelids shut, to protect icy blue orbs, before they could catch a glimpse of the emerging sage and lilac steed. Still, onyx stallion could not shake the feeling of being watched.
He would bleat for help if not immersed head-first in the water. Alas, it would do no good now. He was helpless. He had never faced a threat such as this. He could have never predicted a force like this one. As the frigid liquid slips down his esophagus and, his trachea, he cannot help but avoid sliding into its dark grasp. In one more attempt to resist, hindlimbs stiffen and, rear hooves dig into the shifting muck for traction. Hock-kisser snaps against the water in defiance. He leans back and, limbs stamp, kick and thrash. No, no! I will not go down this easily! Haunches sink as chassis braces but, the water controls its silty floor, also. He has nothing left and, decides to embrace his end. As he feels consciousness escaping him, Jesper thrusts his eyelids open. He struggles to focus; however, the distinct limbs of an equine other than him stand beneath the surface. It is with this last memory that male succumbs to the darkness and, falls to the mercy of this creature's powers.
At first, the sensation creeping around his muzzle and, under his chin, mirrors his latest swallow. When the chill crept further up his muzzle, Jesper realizes that his gulp is unrelated. The water behaved as a tentacle, swirling and gathering around his proboscis. Out of confusion, aquamarine gaze frantically flits to the opposite shoreline to verify that only the water around him behaves in this manner. His next thought is panic. Sheer and utter panic sets in. Heart pounds against ribcage and, orbs roll back to reveal the whites. Ebony stag instinctually attempts to jerk his poll up and out; however, to no avail. The water wraps behind his ears and, tugs him down towards its depths. Nostrils flare in terror as he realizes he is stuck here, and then, the liquid rushes up his nasal caverns. Jesper attempts to snort; to blast the invading liquid back out. With the liquid now at the back of his throat, lips part because maw opens to cough. Eyelids shut, to protect icy blue orbs, before they could catch a glimpse of the emerging sage and lilac steed. Still, onyx stallion could not shake the feeling of being watched.
He would bleat for help if not immersed head-first in the water. Alas, it would do no good now. He was helpless. He had never faced a threat such as this. He could have never predicted a force like this one. As the frigid liquid slips down his esophagus and, his trachea, he cannot help but avoid sliding into its dark grasp. In one more attempt to resist, hindlimbs stiffen and, rear hooves dig into the shifting muck for traction. Hock-kisser snaps against the water in defiance. He leans back and, limbs stamp, kick and thrash. No, no! I will not go down this easily! Haunches sink as chassis braces but, the water controls its silty floor, also. He has nothing left and, decides to embrace his end. As he feels consciousness escaping him, Jesper thrusts his eyelids open. He struggles to focus; however, the distinct limbs of an equine other than him stand beneath the surface. It is with this last memory that male succumbs to the darkness and, falls to the mercy of this creature's powers.
jesper
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