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RE: if you go down in the woods today... - Sintra - 10-02-2021 Again and again, she finds herself here. One violet eye awakens to darkness - which, in and of itself is not unusual (the nights are fitful in Tephra,) but there's a flavor on the air that tastes too familiar. Something decidedly not pomegranate-y. She wakes, as she does so often, at the edge of something, and the bright red of her beating heart, lit by the glowing blades of her bones, twists and thuds in her breast. It keens softly for a sense of peace and of comfort that it has never known even as it tugs her into that horrid darkness. Sintra barely warrants a costume, but something foreign clasps tight around her face, something flat and leathery covering the bare hole of the eye the vulture stole. A red sash ties itself around her waist with a dull-bladed sword tucked against her flank and a too-large, too-itchy beard wraps beneath her chin and swings in the breeze. There's a tri-corner hat with a jolly roger brand and, finally - and seemingly from nowhere - a brightly colored parrot settles itself on her withers, its sharp nails digging her heat-shimmer skin. More bemused than bewildered, the little roan flicks a worried ear back and steps into the forest. The trees seem to bend around her, their fingers grasping at her mane and her tail and running across her skin as if to test it; as if perhaps she is as soap-bubble fragile as she appears. Every step is accompanied by the parrot's merry noise and inane commentary. "RAWK! HELLO! WHERE'S THE RUM? RAWK! *microwave beep* HELLO! WALK THE PLANK! *cat meow fart noise*" RE: if you go down in the woods today... - Beechbone - 10-02-2021 The yearling is heavy for her age, thick-bodied and well-muscled, and the black wings at her sides only accentuate the bulk of her, but they are useful for covering her half-blazed face when she sleeps. She sleeps soundly and is rarely disturbed (who would wake a sleeping bear?) so it is not without a little confusion that she loses her grip on sleep and finds herself pondering an odd patch of the woods. She rises with particular care. Beechbone knows well her own strength and the damage caused by a recklessly placed hoof. The girl wears caution across her face, but none of it is for the dangers of the woods at night, only for the worry that she will step on something small and soft, something that will die beneath her horrible, large hooves in a terrible instant. There are no animals around, though, the woodland beasts are wiser than the shadowy figures she can see of other horses milling among the trees. The mice are all well away from here. (A hundred times a day she wishes to be smaller, lighter, less accidentally powerful. What she wouldn't do to not wear her power so obviously, so heavily, upon her body. What she wouldn't give to be a mouse instead.) As if hearing her silent desire, the forest wraps itself around her, gifting her the costume she wished for so desperately. A grey and pink fleece onesie sits baggily upon her, its long pink tail hanging limp. The glued-on whiskers itch and the teeth make her lisp, but something is missing. No ears? The earless mouse squints into the shadows as she enters the forest until she sees an opalescent mare donning mouse ears - and only mouse ears. "Ethcuthe me," she says to @Rare, her voice hushed and as careful as her steps, "I think you are wearing part of my cothtume." RE: if you go down in the woods today... - Etojo - 10-03-2021
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