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don't come looking for salvation; Reynard - Reave - 01-13-2021 The darkness had fallen so swiftly over the land that it had been impossible to prepare for. Were it not for the disturbingly alien beasts that had stolen from the land beneath their very feet, the red and white colt might have been enraptured by such a strange and intriguing thing. But the monsters had come, and now they face far greater concerns than the sun imprisoned behind the moon. reave @[Reynard] RE: don't come looking for salvation; Reynard - Reynard - 01-20-2021 Cheri and he had made it back home, with not too much trouble on the way. It had been dark, yeah, and he'd been sure that they were being followed for a while. But one by one, all the other kids at the playground had been collected by their parents. Even the strange spiny boy's father had pulled him away. Once the sun winked out, it seemed every parent had been quick to return. All except for his and Cheri's. It made sense. It did, it was just a bit scary being the only ones left. Better than being completely alone, though. Reynard had felt all kinds of fear before Cheri turned up. Now they were together, and the way home seemed like their best option. Together, they could face the dark. It had been surprisingly easy to get home again. He'd just come this way with mama, after all, and the path was well worn. Still, he and his twin didn't relax until after the scent of cedar and pine was thick in their noses again, and they could feel the rough textured bark of the giants against their cheeks. Home. It was easier to relax under the redwoods. Enough so that the twins no longer felt the need to be glued to one another. Cheri wandered off, looking for Mama or Gramma Lilli, some grown up to explain the sun going out. Rey dawdled. He knew they should find a grown up. But this was such a strange, new experience. He kept blinking, expecting the light to be there when he opened his eyes, but it never was. His dawdling lead to proper wandering, wondering what else had changed since they'd been gone. Memorie couldn't be far, maybe she had some ideas about things. It wasn't Mem he ended up finding though. Instead, a scent like Gramma Lilli, but not quite, got his attention, and the moon spotted colt followed it to where the thicket split. A whip of Fear struck him, and he fell back as if kicked. "It's just me..." He grumbled, realizing a bit late that he hadn't actually explained anything. "Me", who was "me" in the dark? Anyone and no one, that's who. Blowing an anxious breath through his nose, Rey looked for the stranger, and made out the general shape of a boy quite like himself. He had cousins running through the woods. That wasn't the surprising part. More that it had taken this long for him to bump (literally) into one of them. Worth his own faint smile, Rey shrugged into the dark, looking to see if anyone else lingered at the edge of his vision. Didn't seem to be. "Whatcha doing?" He asked after a beat, figuring that was as good a place to start as any. @[Reave] RE: don't come looking for salvation; Reynard - Reave - 02-05-2021 It’s just me the other boy says, drawing a snort from Reave’s nostrils. Fortunately for ‘just me’, after Reave’s meeting with Cheri where he had been entirely unable to wrack her name from his memory, he had decided to tackle the endeavor of improving his sight and name recognition tremendously. It had been easy enough to thieve the visuals from his mom’s eyes and demand she tell him the name that fit. And she had, much more graciously than he had demanded (despite the censure in her tone, though Reave had become rather adept at ignoring that). reave @[Reynard] |