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if you're not drinking, then you're not playing // any - Alyssa - 01-10-2021 The darkness disconcerted at first. The monsters, too. Their shapeless forms haunting her every periphery made for an interesting few nights until Alyssa decided to treat them with the same lethargic apathy she treated most everything else in life. Once that mental state kicked in, not much changed for the Andalusian mare in the great night; having left her mother and father many moons ago with the promise to return on occasion meant that she needn't care about much else anymore. Not even monsters. Until the curiosity kicked in. In the breadth of the all-consuming darkness, Alyssa found space for thoughts and ideas that never occurred to her before. Wonders about the wider world, a slight flicker in her chest which longed for more than the nothingness she wore on the inside and now, on the outside, too. Did the rest of the equines hereabout not feel the same way? She heard them screaming, sometimes, screams interspersed with the sound of monstrous glee. She wondered what they had that she did not which sicced the monsters upon them. But, she never stopped to wonder at their predicament long enough to find the answer, nor long enough to help them in their recovery. Her lethargy had not waned that much. Instead, she meandered through the small stretches of land which she knew until even that bored her more than her boredom could handle. The boredom, the darkness, and that time-old curiosity came to a head tonight: tonight, when she struck off on a worn but unknown path. She could not find the ends to its width in the daytime night and figured that must mean that wherever she headed, she might find others there, too; she tried not to wonder about her motivation for following this trail too much. But still that tickle in her chest persisted, resistant to her dampening efforts. And so, she appeared in the field that night. Her ebony hide blended with the darkness surrounding and encouraged her to pick her way to the middle of the area, assured that many would pass her by before a few stopped long enough to find her. This way, with her orange eyes giving the edges of the field a lazy twice-over, Alyssa stood, wondering against wonder just what might come next. RE: if you're not drinking, then you're not playing // any - Oren - 01-17-2021 Oren I'll follow you when the stars go blue @[Alyssa] RE: if you're not drinking, then you're not playing // any - Alyssa - 01-20-2021 She smelled him before she heard him thanks to the wind's direction. Young, male, active. Her ear flicks in discomfort. She wondered if her first interaction here would be with a child. But when the gaited sound of the approacher's hooves befell her ears, Alyssa realized that despite his youth, the stallion coming up opposite her was of age. Her ear flicked again. Hello, the stranger said. I'm Oren. The sound of his name seemed pleasing so Alyssa rolled it around in her mouth in silence, feeling the twin syllables to compliment how she'd just heard it said. I'm from Taiga! Her brow furrows at this. What is Taiga? She pondered; her mother spoke of places such as the Gates, the Desserts, the Valley. No mention of a place called Taiga. But Alyssa bit her tongue as a surprising amount of questions built up in her throat, listening instead to the young stallion's next words. Are you okay? What with the darkness and all? With that, every question and thought contained by Alyssa's zipped away into remote, inaccessible recesses of her mind. The sound of some others roaming about in the darkness filled the void her silence provided as she felt her tongue turn to ash in her mouth. Even trying to figure out why such a simple question silenced her so felt impossible; the harder she tried, the more she felt incapable. At long last, a light appeared in the Oren's mane. Its peculiarity there, amidst the ever-darkness, unlatched a single avenue of thought in Alyssa's mind, and before she could question herself back into shut down, she ran with it. "You have a bug in your hair," she states in a flat voice. Her face contorts into an expression of displeasure and embarrassment at her social inadequacy (had she really been scared of speaking to a child?), the expression fully realized as she believed the darkness to hide the details of her features. She dropped her orange eyes away from the shape of Oren anyway, ears tipping back to her skull. Sinking deep into a pit of self-blame, Alyssa relinquished her grasp on the small hope she'd had of making it on her own out in the real world and allowed her words to come without thought. Though, they also came with a big sigh. "I'm fine, thanks. The darkness hasn't tried to eat me yet so I can't complain." @[Oren] RE: if you're not drinking, then you're not playing // any - Oren - 02-25-2021 Oren I'll follow you when the stars go blue @[Alyssa] sorry it's late! |