Tornados from a butterfly's wing
The creeping feeling persisted. It twisted along her spine like the kudzu vines, impossible to keep ignoring. So she stayed still, a cornered rabbit hoping the hawk will just keep flying, cursing herself for ever having dared to leave home at all. Her wings quivered then, never asking her permission before they did so, and in that next moment a voice sounded from far too close.
Her chest contracted at the words, an unfamiliar voice attached to no figure she could see. Not until she forced a deep intake of breath could she turn her head to look. Another moment before the reddish twin glimpses of light registered as being someone's eyes.
She needed to cough before her throat would work right again. Blood tingled in her legs and at the base of her neck, hot and spiked with adrenaline. It begged her to do something, anything. It was the nothing that was unbearable. "Pardon me for feeling less than reassured," she mumbled, grasping for the ragged ends of Confidence. It was a bright, shining emotion at odds with the world. The version she clutched was a washed out echo, but it helped nonetheless.
Gathering her feet beneath herself with a little more gumption, the petite mare pulled herself to her full height, glaring with as much sterness as she could muster at the amorphous creature. If the monsters that had come with the dark were conversationalists, that was news to her. What that made this, then, she didn't know. The scent that caught on her nostrils was like wolf, thick and musky. And the emotional signature was... unusual, to say the least.
Curiosity was beginning to override fear. Ama tipped her head from one side to the other, wishing for sight for the hundredth time that day. "What- what are you? You don't seem too worried out here in the dark." She asked bluntly. Small talk seemed silly anymore. Just like so many other behaviors that no longer made sense in this new world. She had hated using her talent with feeling against others, but now it only made sense to use whatever tools you had to stay safe.
That was why she so very carefully extended a small tendril of Contentment to the unseen stranger. It was an experiment, as much as anything. She wasn't certain it would work on a non-horse. But if it did, it could only help right now. Content beasts didn't attack for no reason. Content monsters wouldn't ravage a lone mare. She hoped.
...Amarine
@[Torryn]