12-04-2016, 01:31 AM
Rhae
A frightening growl rumbled from behind her, spurring her on. Her throat burned, panting with effort, wide blue eyes searching for a place, any place. Somewhere safe. Somewhere to hide. Anywhere, just away from him. Where was Tioga! Another sound reached her, boomed around her in threat. Shook her heart in her chest. Thundering hooves. Chasing her. Her breath hitched and she tried running faster, pushing herself to her limits. A sheen of sweat prickled to life on her skin, coating her in a chill of fear. With the sound of his pursuit surrounding her, she knew.. If he caught her he would kill her.
In an instant he was beside her, running smoothly. Flawlessly. Easily. As though it took no energy at all. His teeth were bared to her, and she gulped for air. Gods, don't let him take me! His voice hovered around her, stayed there clear despite that he only whispered. Disembodied. He laughed then, and fell back a little. A flare of confidence, or her growing fear, boosted her. She pumped her legs with new vigor. Her tail, a flowing sheet behind her, no longer felt as though her soul was trying to keep up with her. Now it was a banner, a white flag waving her surrender. Please leave me alone! she screamed in her mind, gasping for breath and unable to speak.
His voice wrapped around her again, low and dangerous. Faster. Like erotic silk. You will need to run faster than that. She felt herself lose a little speed. Her mind was becoming hazy. She tried blinking it away, renewing her search for somewhere to run to as he slid another step behind. His teeth met her skin. Something sparked to life within her at his touch. Her back hooves kicked out in instinct at the threat, then fell back in to her faulty pace.
She swerved off whatever course he was driving her, and he tore into the flesh at her rump to correct her. With a cry of surprise and pain, she let him guide her, knowing she had to find some way out of this before he stopped them. Warmth swelled to the abrasion. Glassy blue eyes swept all around, looking for escape. But he'd changed everything again. She was learning he could do that, change what was around her. Make it emptier. Scarier.
Faster. It came again, so soft, so deadly. She bit her lip anxiously, tried to shake the fog slowly drifting over her mind. You will need to be faster to outrun me. She wasn't sure it was even possible to outrun him. Most especially not by her and her defective spine, her unbalanced gait. Nothing could outrun him, so why was she trying to?
And then she was surrounded. Cliffs and steep slopes materialized from his false haze, pinned her in a massive cage. She quickly considered trying to make it up one of the walls, but stumbling and breaking a leg would seal her fate just as surely as being caught. Possibly more painfully.
She slid to a rough halt, her shoulders slumping and head lowered, sides heaving. She kept her eyes downcast, afraid to look at him. Afraid of what it did to her. Afraid to even turn around to face him.
..what do you want she breathed faintly, disheartened, so fatigued. Her legs trembled from the exertion. She'd felt terror, so much terror before. But now she only felt numb, resigned to whatever fate he dealt her. There was no escaping him. There was no denying him. There would be no talking her way out. Even if she'd been capable of it, she didn't see possible success in it.
That strange fog was creeping back in, and she swayed on her feet, her eyes closing. She breathed deep, as though in a trance. A low hum followed in an exhale. It was her own voice, but it sounded far away to her. Sleep. Sleep sounds nice. Make it quick so I can sleep.
In an instant he was beside her, running smoothly. Flawlessly. Easily. As though it took no energy at all. His teeth were bared to her, and she gulped for air. Gods, don't let him take me! His voice hovered around her, stayed there clear despite that he only whispered. Disembodied. He laughed then, and fell back a little. A flare of confidence, or her growing fear, boosted her. She pumped her legs with new vigor. Her tail, a flowing sheet behind her, no longer felt as though her soul was trying to keep up with her. Now it was a banner, a white flag waving her surrender. Please leave me alone! she screamed in her mind, gasping for breath and unable to speak.
His voice wrapped around her again, low and dangerous. Faster. Like erotic silk. You will need to run faster than that. She felt herself lose a little speed. Her mind was becoming hazy. She tried blinking it away, renewing her search for somewhere to run to as he slid another step behind. His teeth met her skin. Something sparked to life within her at his touch. Her back hooves kicked out in instinct at the threat, then fell back in to her faulty pace.
She swerved off whatever course he was driving her, and he tore into the flesh at her rump to correct her. With a cry of surprise and pain, she let him guide her, knowing she had to find some way out of this before he stopped them. Warmth swelled to the abrasion. Glassy blue eyes swept all around, looking for escape. But he'd changed everything again. She was learning he could do that, change what was around her. Make it emptier. Scarier.
Faster. It came again, so soft, so deadly. She bit her lip anxiously, tried to shake the fog slowly drifting over her mind. You will need to be faster to outrun me. She wasn't sure it was even possible to outrun him. Most especially not by her and her defective spine, her unbalanced gait. Nothing could outrun him, so why was she trying to?
And then she was surrounded. Cliffs and steep slopes materialized from his false haze, pinned her in a massive cage. She quickly considered trying to make it up one of the walls, but stumbling and breaking a leg would seal her fate just as surely as being caught. Possibly more painfully.
She slid to a rough halt, her shoulders slumping and head lowered, sides heaving. She kept her eyes downcast, afraid to look at him. Afraid of what it did to her. Afraid to even turn around to face him.
..what do you want she breathed faintly, disheartened, so fatigued. Her legs trembled from the exertion. She'd felt terror, so much terror before. But now she only felt numb, resigned to whatever fate he dealt her. There was no escaping him. There was no denying him. There would be no talking her way out. Even if she'd been capable of it, she didn't see possible success in it.
That strange fog was creeping back in, and she swayed on her feet, her eyes closing. She breathed deep, as though in a trance. A low hum followed in an exhale. It was her own voice, but it sounded far away to her. Sleep. Sleep sounds nice. Make it quick so I can sleep.