[mature] once upon a time, when the sun still used to shine

[Mazikeen]

Mazikeen tells herself that the way her heart races as she watches a form separate from the black backdrop is not fear. It must be something else - anticipation, maybe. She narrows those orange, feline eyes and her body tenses. She’s already beginning to wonder how she came to this forest instead of the one she had been expecting. That’s something she can contemplate on another day. Something moves across her skin, leaving a chill, and she’s thinking it must be the wind. She relaxes when it seems like the body that moves towards her through the darkness is made of flesh and blood. And if that wasn’t enough to convince her - because she’s suddenly not sure if the other things are made of blood at all or just shadow - Maze feels pretty confident that those creatures aren’t walking around introducing themselves. A little more of the pressure eases out of her, a spark of curiosity lightening her tone. “Mazikeen.” She offers before nodding her head in the direction of the impressive bone that is hovering near Wishbone. In the shadows, a grin that matches the feline eyes she’s temporarily using grows. “I hope that’s not for me.” She comments with a note of humour before asking. “You’ve seen any of them yet?” She cannot shake the idea that Wishbone isn't who she had seen move in the woods, that there is something else here with them, but for now she keeps most of her attention on the other mare until the shadows give more clues.

image by Reitro

@[Wishbone]