08-21-2016, 01:06 PM
We're all drawn toward what's beautiful & broken
Standing there in the dense forest was calming for Maus. An autumn breeze, tinged with cold from the winter that was to come caused the dying canopy to rustle and whisper softly. Soon the trees would be bare and simple skeletons of their previous selves would remain. Fall was the mousey mares favorite season. It was the way the leaves changed colors from green to deep shades of orange, red and yellow. Autumn set fire to the forests in a brilliant display of just how powerful mother nature truly is. Thinking of this, Maus takes a moment to appreciate the invisible goddess. Her eyelids slowly slip down over her deep amber orbs, blocking out the visible world while her ears prick forward. Keenly she listens to the forest that surrounds. Leaves crunch loudly off to her left and while her nearest ear flips towards its origin, the rest of Maus body stays still. She listens to the noise as it scatters along the leaf-littered floor and without opening her eyes, the grulla minx knows it's caused by a squirrel eagerly searching for food to stash away as it prepares for winter. Along with the scurrying sounds from the tree rat, birds who had yet to fly south chirp and squabble in the branches above her. For a moment, Maus just stands there listening, but as her eyes slowly slide back open, a soft sigh escapes her lips. The earth has music for those who know how to listen.
It's here that the mouse grey minx realizes something is amiss. Have you ever felt like you were being watched? Well Maus has and its at this very moment. An invisible chill runs down her back as she turns her head first to the left and then to the right, scoping out the area around her. She sees nothing, but seconds later she feels everything. Like thousands of legs from tiny bugs, her mind itched. The mare tries to shake her head, hoping to dislodge the feeling, but something is wrong. It's like moving in slow motion and before her amber eyes, the forest begins to melt away. The sounds she had previously been listening to mutate into something dark. Something happened to Maus that does not happen very often. She felt fear squeeze the breath from her lungs.
Instinctually she wants to run, but it's like her legs are stuck in quicksand. The trees around her continue to bleed away, everything she sees blending into one another like paint swirled together on a pallet. Sounds and smells are a muddled mess, one that terrifies Maus. What the hell is happening! she thinks desperately to herself, but even her minds voice sounds disrupted an unknown. Then, like a blanket being draped over her, everything is gone. Nothing but Nothingness surrounds her. Maus was not afraid the darkness, what she feared the most was the ear-shattering silence that came with it. She felt herself beginning to panic, it rose from her belly, clawing at her chest as she desperately looked for something anything to help ground her and take her back to the world she had been ripped from, and just like that she was.
As a panicked exhale escapes her, the dense forest explodes back into sight. What she once thought of as a calm, dimly lit forest was now a bright, deafening madhouse that crowded her previously deprived senses, all of which fought for her attention first. Quickly, though, sound won over and her ears, which had slammed down against her poll, shot upwards as a voice breaks through the chaos. Quickly she looks beside her to find a silvery bay stallion who stood roughly the same height as her. He had a gawky appearance, but at first she noticed very little about him. "What the hell just happened to me!" She demands in a thick russian accent, her ears returning to her poll as she pins them deep within a sea of messy black dreads.
It's here that the mouse grey minx realizes something is amiss. Have you ever felt like you were being watched? Well Maus has and its at this very moment. An invisible chill runs down her back as she turns her head first to the left and then to the right, scoping out the area around her. She sees nothing, but seconds later she feels everything. Like thousands of legs from tiny bugs, her mind itched. The mare tries to shake her head, hoping to dislodge the feeling, but something is wrong. It's like moving in slow motion and before her amber eyes, the forest begins to melt away. The sounds she had previously been listening to mutate into something dark. Something happened to Maus that does not happen very often. She felt fear squeeze the breath from her lungs.
Instinctually she wants to run, but it's like her legs are stuck in quicksand. The trees around her continue to bleed away, everything she sees blending into one another like paint swirled together on a pallet. Sounds and smells are a muddled mess, one that terrifies Maus. What the hell is happening! she thinks desperately to herself, but even her minds voice sounds disrupted an unknown. Then, like a blanket being draped over her, everything is gone. Nothing but Nothingness surrounds her. Maus was not afraid the darkness, what she feared the most was the ear-shattering silence that came with it. She felt herself beginning to panic, it rose from her belly, clawing at her chest as she desperately looked for something anything to help ground her and take her back to the world she had been ripped from, and just like that she was.
As a panicked exhale escapes her, the dense forest explodes back into sight. What she once thought of as a calm, dimly lit forest was now a bright, deafening madhouse that crowded her previously deprived senses, all of which fought for her attention first. Quickly, though, sound won over and her ears, which had slammed down against her poll, shot upwards as a voice breaks through the chaos. Quickly she looks beside her to find a silvery bay stallion who stood roughly the same height as her. He had a gawky appearance, but at first she noticed very little about him. "What the hell just happened to me!" She demands in a thick russian accent, her ears returning to her poll as she pins them deep within a sea of messy black dreads.