The darkness is a blessing for this mare. Sunlight would be too much, too bright, on top of everything else - it would short out her brain. She still has instincts to keep to the shadows and that is an easy feat to accomplish now.
Her thoughts are still slow, still a jumbled mess, and she has not yet gained the ability to shut some of them out and focus on one thing at a time. Every sensation is new, every memory is screaming.
Moving around in open spaces is unnerving, even with the shelter of the shadows all around her. So she clings to the edge of the forest and the trees that dapple the meadow.
Fear is a new sensation (one of many) and she cannot say she cares for it very much at all.
One of the thoughts that she can make out is that she has no idea what to do now. She stands awkwardly among the first trees of the woods - looking out across the dimly lit meadow - and… that’s it. What comes next? She had tried to catch a deer and then (when that had proved to be too difficult) a rabbit to soothe the hunger in her stomach but it had only made her sick. So now she’s just… standing. Watching. Black eyes take in the way other horses move and graze. She considers the bushes surrounding her and a disgruntled noise escapes her.
She's not sure she's ready to admit she's one of them now, she'd rather deal with the hunger a little longer.
Her thoughts are still slow, still a jumbled mess, and she has not yet gained the ability to shut some of them out and focus on one thing at a time. Every sensation is new, every memory is screaming.
Moving around in open spaces is unnerving, even with the shelter of the shadows all around her. So she clings to the edge of the forest and the trees that dapple the meadow.
Fear is a new sensation (one of many) and she cannot say she cares for it very much at all.
One of the thoughts that she can make out is that she has no idea what to do now. She stands awkwardly among the first trees of the woods - looking out across the dimly lit meadow - and… that’s it. What comes next? She had tried to catch a deer and then (when that had proved to be too difficult) a rabbit to soothe the hunger in her stomach but it had only made her sick. So now she’s just… standing. Watching. Black eyes take in the way other horses move and graze. She considers the bushes surrounding her and a disgruntled noise escapes her.
She's not sure she's ready to admit she's one of them now, she'd rather deal with the hunger a little longer.
NOSTROMO
@[violence]