10-26-2018, 02:31 PM
The sound of another approaching had been lost amongst the gurgles of the river. While normally rather observant, Willa had been lost looking up amongst the oak branches, appreciating their beauty. She tried to steal moments like this, forced herself to stop when she felt the fear becoming too much, when she found herself starting over small noises in the brush. He was dead, he couldn’t hurt her anymore, but she was never quite sure what kind of magic ran rampant and whether or not he would come back.
She had seen it before after all.
And she never wanted to go through what she had went through again.
So the mare’s voice was sudden, startling her from her thoughts and sending her splashing away a few steps in the river. Her eyes rolled, the whites flashing even as her head jerked up and to the side farther away from the voice. Her heart thundered in her chest, the scars along her body invisible in the dying light of the sun. ”Do you like the night?”
Her words registered, striking a chord deep within her and rattling her. She wasn’t sure why exactly but they shook her, those words. When she settled, when she realized that the voice was a female and therefore not Him, and when she looked she saw it was not Him, she managed a shaky laugh. It almost choked her as it escaped her lips.
“No.” A breathy word, barely audible. “No.” She says louder, forcing herself to be heard over the river. “It has been some time since I have last enjoyed the night.” Too many places for him to hide, to watch, and not enough places for her to hide from him. He had revelled in the night, enjoyed the way the shadows caressed him.
”Hi. I see I’m not the only night-walker around.”
That voice was not female. It had the rumbling baritone of a male and her body immediately froze. She had heard them from afar, but to be spoken too when she had carefully steered clear brought back every memory, every fear, every ounce of terror she had ever felt. The muscles along her body tensed and she turned her head ever so slightly to see him. The scales along his back glittered and she almost sobbed from the resemblance, from the imagination that turned everything similar into Him.
All the time she had survived, she had done her absolute best to not show fear. Even now when her body shook from terror and her muscles were so tight she looked like a coiled spring she raised her head just slightly, a rare bit of defiance glimmering just slightly there in the dark depths of her brown eyes.
Her heart pounded in her ears but she forced herself to take a long look at him, forced herself to take in the details, to notice the differences and only then did she spin herself around so she faced him. “Too many things go bump in the night now.” She says, a softly continue conversation carried on with the mare, even as her eyes stayed upon the stallion. She saw it wasn’t him, knew it to not be so, He had never had golden streaks in his mane and tail before. Too much glittering, gave one away in the darkness by the glint of the moon and the stars. “So it seems.” She says, her words now directed at the male. She blinks, looking between the two of them. “I apologize. It has...It has been some time since I have been around others.” But her eyes always fell back on him with a wary watchfulness.
She had seen it before after all.
And she never wanted to go through what she had went through again.
So the mare’s voice was sudden, startling her from her thoughts and sending her splashing away a few steps in the river. Her eyes rolled, the whites flashing even as her head jerked up and to the side farther away from the voice. Her heart thundered in her chest, the scars along her body invisible in the dying light of the sun. ”Do you like the night?”
Her words registered, striking a chord deep within her and rattling her. She wasn’t sure why exactly but they shook her, those words. When she settled, when she realized that the voice was a female and therefore not Him, and when she looked she saw it was not Him, she managed a shaky laugh. It almost choked her as it escaped her lips.
“No.” A breathy word, barely audible. “No.” She says louder, forcing herself to be heard over the river. “It has been some time since I have last enjoyed the night.” Too many places for him to hide, to watch, and not enough places for her to hide from him. He had revelled in the night, enjoyed the way the shadows caressed him.
”Hi. I see I’m not the only night-walker around.”
That voice was not female. It had the rumbling baritone of a male and her body immediately froze. She had heard them from afar, but to be spoken too when she had carefully steered clear brought back every memory, every fear, every ounce of terror she had ever felt. The muscles along her body tensed and she turned her head ever so slightly to see him. The scales along his back glittered and she almost sobbed from the resemblance, from the imagination that turned everything similar into Him.
All the time she had survived, she had done her absolute best to not show fear. Even now when her body shook from terror and her muscles were so tight she looked like a coiled spring she raised her head just slightly, a rare bit of defiance glimmering just slightly there in the dark depths of her brown eyes.
Her heart pounded in her ears but she forced herself to take a long look at him, forced herself to take in the details, to notice the differences and only then did she spin herself around so she faced him. “Too many things go bump in the night now.” She says, a softly continue conversation carried on with the mare, even as her eyes stayed upon the stallion. She saw it wasn’t him, knew it to not be so, He had never had golden streaks in his mane and tail before. Too much glittering, gave one away in the darkness by the glint of the moon and the stars. “So it seems.” She says, her words now directed at the male. She blinks, looking between the two of them. “I apologize. It has...It has been some time since I have been around others.” But her eyes always fell back on him with a wary watchfulness.