Even the forest isn’t safe anymore. They have found her, they haunt her. They are everywhere and at the same time nowhere. Flashes of dark pelt are constantly to be seen out of the corner of her eyes, but when Igni skittishly snaps her head in that direction, it is gone again. Their laugher is all around her, as she nervously spins around her own center while standing in the middle of a small clearing in the forest.
Igni had avoided staying at home in Pangea, where Gunsynd too resided. Lior’s words about his father had confused her, scared her even, although she still didn’t understand them. Her confusion had been enough to drive her away from her home. The meadow wasn’t safe either, that was where Lior resided. Only the thought of how he had lured her in, how he had hurt and betrayed her, brought the tears back to her eyes. And now they had both come to get her.
The blue roan girl can never see them long enough to determine which of the two it is. They shared the same slick black coat, were similar in height and build and right now they even seemed to get along way too well. Even their voices and laugher sounded the same, where they used to contrast each other – even though their likeliness – very much. ”Come here~ poppet.” One of them calls out to her, although Igni cannot say who of the two is it. She’s trembling all over, hastily shaking her head, as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. ”No! Go away. L-leave me alone.” Remember all those voices of scared girls in horror movies? High pitched, trembling and begging? That’s exactly how she sounds right now, she would wet her pants if that had been possible.
Another flash catches her attention, but what scares her more is that this time they do appear to her. Side by side, father and son, Gunsynd and Lior, both with wicked grins upon their features. ”Hello poppet.” A high pitched, but short, scream sounds when Igni staggers backwards, almost tripping over her own legs, eyes wide in fear and shock. You would think this should the part in which she says ‘parley’, but then I’ll have to disappoint you. After mumbling another soft ”No, no, stay away..”, before she turns around and dashes away from the two tall, dark figures.
The follow her, of course they do, the heavy drum of their hooves is hard to miss. The sound is rhythmically, way too synchronously to be real, but that is what makes it even creepier. Slowly the sound changes. The rhythm and heavy sound of the drum stays, but it are no longer footsteps that cause the sound. More like the sound of a shaman performing a ritual. The sound enchants her, Igni can feel the heavy drum in every fibre of her being. Her pace slows down, but that isn’t her who is doing it. The drum has taken all her willpower.
The more she slows down, the more her belly grows, rounder and rounder, until she reaches the point at which she cannot grow bigger. The life inside her stirs, make their presence know. They don’t ask for attention, instead demand it. It hurts, it hurts so much that Igni isn’t even aware from the pained cries that get pulled from her lips, of the tears that roll down her cheeks. However, the thing she does register is her own fear, her panicked state. Not so much because she’s fearing for her child’s life, more from the evil that seems to be linked to the child.
A sharp pain drives her on her knees, forcing her down. Her body spazzes as bones get broken and bruised, a rib piercing her lung, and her back find itself in an unnatural position. Igni screams die down, to be replaced for shallow gasps of breath and an shocked expression upon her features. It are not contractions, the pain worse, as the life in her womb struggles to force itself out. Fear holds her in his hold as they bite themselves through flesh, piercing skin, clawing their way out of their mother, leaving her only able to cry out in fear and misery. Igni’s body moves, muscles moving on their own due to the tension, like reflections.
As suddenly as it had come, it is over. Blood oozes from the big wound in her stomach, but the blue roan girl can no longer feel it. She’s numb, numb to the pain, numb to her own panic and fears. Her breath his shallow, body no longer hers. There is one thing Igni is aware of, the soft sounds that newborns make. Yes, newborns, twins. She had twins. Motherly instincts drive her to push the boundaries of her body even further, her head slowly lifting up from the ground, glassy eyes searching for her children.
The sight of them is horrible. Deformed, aborted, but at the same time so perfect. These slimy, wet bundles are her children, after all. They don’t seem to need her, or not in the way a newborn normally needed its mother. Her head drops back on the ground with a thud as soon as their teeth sink into her skin, continuing what they had done on their way out, filling their stomachs as the life slowly oozed away from Igni.
Igni had avoided staying at home in Pangea, where Gunsynd too resided. Lior’s words about his father had confused her, scared her even, although she still didn’t understand them. Her confusion had been enough to drive her away from her home. The meadow wasn’t safe either, that was where Lior resided. Only the thought of how he had lured her in, how he had hurt and betrayed her, brought the tears back to her eyes. And now they had both come to get her.
The blue roan girl can never see them long enough to determine which of the two it is. They shared the same slick black coat, were similar in height and build and right now they even seemed to get along way too well. Even their voices and laugher sounded the same, where they used to contrast each other – even though their likeliness – very much. ”Come here~ poppet.” One of them calls out to her, although Igni cannot say who of the two is it. She’s trembling all over, hastily shaking her head, as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. ”No! Go away. L-leave me alone.” Remember all those voices of scared girls in horror movies? High pitched, trembling and begging? That’s exactly how she sounds right now, she would wet her pants if that had been possible.
Another flash catches her attention, but what scares her more is that this time they do appear to her. Side by side, father and son, Gunsynd and Lior, both with wicked grins upon their features. ”Hello poppet.” A high pitched, but short, scream sounds when Igni staggers backwards, almost tripping over her own legs, eyes wide in fear and shock. You would think this should the part in which she says ‘parley’, but then I’ll have to disappoint you. After mumbling another soft ”No, no, stay away..”, before she turns around and dashes away from the two tall, dark figures.
The follow her, of course they do, the heavy drum of their hooves is hard to miss. The sound is rhythmically, way too synchronously to be real, but that is what makes it even creepier. Slowly the sound changes. The rhythm and heavy sound of the drum stays, but it are no longer footsteps that cause the sound. More like the sound of a shaman performing a ritual. The sound enchants her, Igni can feel the heavy drum in every fibre of her being. Her pace slows down, but that isn’t her who is doing it. The drum has taken all her willpower.
The more she slows down, the more her belly grows, rounder and rounder, until she reaches the point at which she cannot grow bigger. The life inside her stirs, make their presence know. They don’t ask for attention, instead demand it. It hurts, it hurts so much that Igni isn’t even aware from the pained cries that get pulled from her lips, of the tears that roll down her cheeks. However, the thing she does register is her own fear, her panicked state. Not so much because she’s fearing for her child’s life, more from the evil that seems to be linked to the child.
A sharp pain drives her on her knees, forcing her down. Her body spazzes as bones get broken and bruised, a rib piercing her lung, and her back find itself in an unnatural position. Igni screams die down, to be replaced for shallow gasps of breath and an shocked expression upon her features. It are not contractions, the pain worse, as the life in her womb struggles to force itself out. Fear holds her in his hold as they bite themselves through flesh, piercing skin, clawing their way out of their mother, leaving her only able to cry out in fear and misery. Igni’s body moves, muscles moving on their own due to the tension, like reflections.
As suddenly as it had come, it is over. Blood oozes from the big wound in her stomach, but the blue roan girl can no longer feel it. She’s numb, numb to the pain, numb to her own panic and fears. Her breath his shallow, body no longer hers. There is one thing Igni is aware of, the soft sounds that newborns make. Yes, newborns, twins. She had twins. Motherly instincts drive her to push the boundaries of her body even further, her head slowly lifting up from the ground, glassy eyes searching for her children.
The sight of them is horrible. Deformed, aborted, but at the same time so perfect. These slimy, wet bundles are her children, after all. They don’t seem to need her, or not in the way a newborn normally needed its mother. Her head drops back on the ground with a thud as soon as their teeth sink into her skin, continuing what they had done on their way out, filling their stomachs as the life slowly oozed away from Igni.
OOC: I'd like the Halloween suprise too, if I happen to get in 1 - 3rd place ^^.
Ponies included are Lior, Gunsynd and Igni's unborn twins. I will play one of the twins myself, the other is going to be played by Elle
