01-16-2016, 04:22 AM
it's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
The darkness always wins. She has spent too much time with darkness - almost her whole, short life - and she knows that no matter how defiant she may be, how stubborn and foolish and naive, she will always break before the darkness does.
She is a far cry from that adventurous filly that was so determined to rule the world. She is a shell of a thing now, filled with fear and little else.
And so her choice is easy.
The stones seem to appear from nothing, as if the gathering of these horses has made them visible. But perhaps - more likely - she was not paying enough attention. They are so intricate, so delicately inscribed upon in some ancient language, that she almost steps forward herself, desperate to touch them. An inch, another inch, she shuffles forwards, but she is beaten to it by something else. A lamb - though she’s never seen a lamb, never heard of one, she just knows, inexplicably - with more eyes and horns than it should have. And when it steps on one, she gasps, eyes wide, shocked, pulling her whole body in tightly to avoid being hit by flying stones (once she thought invisibility meant she couldn’t be touched, but no, he proved her wrong). And then he is there, laughing, hissing at them. Conquest. The Seal.
She knows what she must do, because it is easier to side with darkness than fight it - and that is a dilemma as old as time, but she is only as old as a few days and she is so scared and so alone and she wants to get out of this grey place. So she does what is easy.
She slinks off quickly, letting the other horses fuss and fret; she must move now, or she will never move at all. Two other horses seem to have the same idea - two that she sees, at least - and so she heads in a different direction from them, afraid that if they know her plan, they will try to stop her (and if she knew their plan, she would beg them for help, and neither option will put her in good stead with the rotting creature that is tormenting them so).
Her eyes scour the earth for a piece of carved stone, her body flickering between green-and-red and nothingness; this place may have slowed her power but it has not helped her with controlling it (as if it ever would, she must learn alone how to wield her invisibility, he has told her that a million times). She is so intent, so focused, on finding a part of the Seal that she doesn’t notice the creature in front of her until she walks into it. She screams, a short, huffy noise that she quickly silences, in fear of what will happen to her. Trembling (and oh, how good she has become at trembling, it is hard not to feel sorry for such a pathetic creature), she lifts her head, only to see a bird that is larger than any horse she has ever seen. It has feathers as long as her tail, and three eyes, in a line vertically down its face. It is grey, of course, everything here is grey, and when it opens its beak to squawk at her, it has lines of tiny teeth.
She wants to run away again.
But from behind this creature comes the stallion who has brought them all here. He looks at her and she stops trembling, stops breathing, stops moving. Time has stopped and this is it, this is the end for her, surely (and so cruel, to let her live so few days, and all so steeped in horror). He comes towards her - she doesn’t see him move, but he does, and suddenly he is there - and when he reaches his muzzle to hers, everything unsticks. She backs away, one step, two, but he is quicker and he whispers in her ears; “I know.” Then he touches her, delicately, on her forehead - a kiss - and he is gone, turning away from her and swiftly cantering away. The bird remains, and something else develops; a lump in her throat.
She cannot breathe.
She panics now, fully; fears takes over her every nerve cell, she shakes and she cries and she wants out. She will take any punishment that will come her way, but she wants out.
Then she sees what the bird is sitting on.
And slowly, painfully, she learns to breathe again, past the lump, past the runny eyes and the runny nose and the legs that want to run. None of that matters now, she has found part of the Seal, she has done what he wants and so he cannot hurt her, surely (she knows already that he can do what he likes with her, but she wishes to believe that she is one chosen for prizes).
She glances around as the bird shuffles backwards - he may be unnoticed, grey as he is, but she is green-and-red, a beacon in this drab land. She can find and stay with her section of Seal, her little piece of hope (hope for a way out), but the other horses will spot her from miles away; especially if she keeps winking in and out of sight as she currently is. She must try: it is time.
She steps forwards, placing her hoof on the fractured stone, and with all her might, she wishes to be unseen - and to stay unseen. She closes her eyes, willing her power to once, and just once bend to her will.
She is too afraid to open her eyes again, but if she had she would see that this time, her practice paid off. She is gone.
She is a far cry from that adventurous filly that was so determined to rule the world. She is a shell of a thing now, filled with fear and little else.
And so her choice is easy.
The stones seem to appear from nothing, as if the gathering of these horses has made them visible. But perhaps - more likely - she was not paying enough attention. They are so intricate, so delicately inscribed upon in some ancient language, that she almost steps forward herself, desperate to touch them. An inch, another inch, she shuffles forwards, but she is beaten to it by something else. A lamb - though she’s never seen a lamb, never heard of one, she just knows, inexplicably - with more eyes and horns than it should have. And when it steps on one, she gasps, eyes wide, shocked, pulling her whole body in tightly to avoid being hit by flying stones (once she thought invisibility meant she couldn’t be touched, but no, he proved her wrong). And then he is there, laughing, hissing at them. Conquest. The Seal.
She knows what she must do, because it is easier to side with darkness than fight it - and that is a dilemma as old as time, but she is only as old as a few days and she is so scared and so alone and she wants to get out of this grey place. So she does what is easy.
She slinks off quickly, letting the other horses fuss and fret; she must move now, or she will never move at all. Two other horses seem to have the same idea - two that she sees, at least - and so she heads in a different direction from them, afraid that if they know her plan, they will try to stop her (and if she knew their plan, she would beg them for help, and neither option will put her in good stead with the rotting creature that is tormenting them so).
Her eyes scour the earth for a piece of carved stone, her body flickering between green-and-red and nothingness; this place may have slowed her power but it has not helped her with controlling it (as if it ever would, she must learn alone how to wield her invisibility, he has told her that a million times). She is so intent, so focused, on finding a part of the Seal that she doesn’t notice the creature in front of her until she walks into it. She screams, a short, huffy noise that she quickly silences, in fear of what will happen to her. Trembling (and oh, how good she has become at trembling, it is hard not to feel sorry for such a pathetic creature), she lifts her head, only to see a bird that is larger than any horse she has ever seen. It has feathers as long as her tail, and three eyes, in a line vertically down its face. It is grey, of course, everything here is grey, and when it opens its beak to squawk at her, it has lines of tiny teeth.
She wants to run away again.
But from behind this creature comes the stallion who has brought them all here. He looks at her and she stops trembling, stops breathing, stops moving. Time has stopped and this is it, this is the end for her, surely (and so cruel, to let her live so few days, and all so steeped in horror). He comes towards her - she doesn’t see him move, but he does, and suddenly he is there - and when he reaches his muzzle to hers, everything unsticks. She backs away, one step, two, but he is quicker and he whispers in her ears; “I know.” Then he touches her, delicately, on her forehead - a kiss - and he is gone, turning away from her and swiftly cantering away. The bird remains, and something else develops; a lump in her throat.
She cannot breathe.
She panics now, fully; fears takes over her every nerve cell, she shakes and she cries and she wants out. She will take any punishment that will come her way, but she wants out.
Then she sees what the bird is sitting on.
And slowly, painfully, she learns to breathe again, past the lump, past the runny eyes and the runny nose and the legs that want to run. None of that matters now, she has found part of the Seal, she has done what he wants and so he cannot hurt her, surely (she knows already that he can do what he likes with her, but she wishes to believe that she is one chosen for prizes).
She glances around as the bird shuffles backwards - he may be unnoticed, grey as he is, but she is green-and-red, a beacon in this drab land. She can find and stay with her section of Seal, her little piece of hope (hope for a way out), but the other horses will spot her from miles away; especially if she keeps winking in and out of sight as she currently is. She must try: it is time.
She steps forwards, placing her hoof on the fractured stone, and with all her might, she wishes to be unseen - and to stay unseen. She closes her eyes, willing her power to once, and just once bend to her will.
She is too afraid to open her eyes again, but if she had she would see that this time, her practice paid off. She is gone.
ELVE
Cliff Notes:
Elve is on the side of Conquest, she runs into a bird, gets strangles, finds a bit of the Seal and then turns invisible.
If you want to include her in your post for whatever bizarre reason, do what you want with her. Just don't hurt her too badly ^.^
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