our hometown's in the dark; erinys

[M + S + S + W]

They walk like a weird, yet well-oiled machine. They are a small group, albeit a strong one. Malfunction leads them, the eldest head of the bunch and possibly the least fucked up. Although the world is a swirl of black, white, and gray and his seizures will strike at random times, he is the only one the rest can rely on. He is the only one to walk with a normal step (the rest limp and hobble and drag their legs). He is the only one to speak normal (the rest don’t speak at all and speak with a wet, slippery way and speak childish, softly). He is the one to lead and provide and protect, because he is the one most capable of doing so.

The four of them slide into the Meadow and sense the eyes on them (the staring, the repulsed looks, the shudders of the skin). But Malfunction holds his head high and the rest of them follow – although Wound is too young to understand the way the staring horses move away from them. Silvery bay coloring adorns all four of their bodies, and their similar body types make their abnormalities look even more so. They are all siblings and it is noticeable from their behavior to their looks to the way they treat one another.

They stop beneath a pair of closely-knit trees. Smear touches his bumpy lips to Wound’s poll and huffs out a warm breath over her ears (a sort of acknowledgement of his love for her, a sort of close admiration as they bundle together). The petite filly sidles close to Malfunction’s side and he allows her to lean against him. The morning spring air is chilly and he supposes her fuzzy newborn hair is doing little to fight the cold. “Mal, we need to get somewhere safe.” Skid’s words are slick with his endless saliva, but they are barely able to understand. The eldest gives a short nod and turns his eyes toward the Meadow. They need to find somewhere outside of the open lands, somewhere beyond the blue and pink mist.

MALFUNCTION, SKID, SMEAR, & WOUND
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