Night had once been her sanctuary. She could blend into it, she was the monster to fear in the shadows and the reason to travel with someone else at night. Travel with someone slower at night, so that you could escape her jaws. But now she is just another figure flinching from the shadows, just another creature with less-than-perfect night vision that must remain alert.
She’s been driven from the forest tonight. The closeness of the trees are oppressive but comforting as well. She can hear someone else coming a little easier if they need to tread over leaves and sticks. But in the shadows there, every time she closed her eyes a branch would snap, or it would twist to brush against her side. Stones would rattle by her hooves.
And forever those lights orbit her, their cool white light a taunt and a reminder of all the lives she’s taken.
They may look like stars but she knows they are souls. Knows it is the ghosts of those she has feasted on who are driving her into another sleepless night, torturing her by shifting the world around her and animating things that should not be animated.
In the open night air near the river, there are fewer things that can touch her. No branches, though some rocks still jitter as she paces. She has lost track of how many days it has been since she has slept and her already splintering mind is being held together by a very weak will.
When a stick slides across the ground like a snake, this black mare that was once a monster shouts in fear and stumbles backwards into the river where she loses her footing instantly and crashes onto the rock-lined riverbed.
She’s been driven from the forest tonight. The closeness of the trees are oppressive but comforting as well. She can hear someone else coming a little easier if they need to tread over leaves and sticks. But in the shadows there, every time she closed her eyes a branch would snap, or it would twist to brush against her side. Stones would rattle by her hooves.
And forever those lights orbit her, their cool white light a taunt and a reminder of all the lives she’s taken.
They may look like stars but she knows they are souls. Knows it is the ghosts of those she has feasted on who are driving her into another sleepless night, torturing her by shifting the world around her and animating things that should not be animated.
In the open night air near the river, there are fewer things that can touch her. No branches, though some rocks still jitter as she paces. She has lost track of how many days it has been since she has slept and her already splintering mind is being held together by a very weak will.
When a stick slides across the ground like a snake, this black mare that was once a monster shouts in fear and stumbles backwards into the river where she loses her footing instantly and crashes onto the rock-lined riverbed.
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