rebirth

Somewhere in the forest's murky heart, a raven croaked. It was deadly silent despite the recent influx of strangers, a tangible stillness settling over the woods like the very mist that wove between the tall bodies of trees. It almost seemed as if life had taken a respite, if not for the errant stars of hungry eyes peering out from the nebula of the luminous underbrush. The raven called out once more, mocking. As if on cue, two rows of white lashes fluttered apart, revealing a dazed violet eye. It blinked away what seemed like centuries of slumber, attempting to focus on the disorientatingly bright blur of neon on black that was this strange wood. The head that bore the eye laid on a bed of brambles, the thorns biting painfully into its slim black cheek. Wisps of mane were spread unceremoniously across the forest floor, tiny neon flowers sprouting almost shyly from between thick, winding threads of moonspun hair. For several moments, the silvery body was inert, save for the rhythmic rise and fall of her sides and the occasional blink of the upturned eye. Then, long, slim limbs flailed and grappled until the body pulled itself onto its belly. Leaves, twigs, dirt, and detritus clung to both mane and skin on the side that had been pressed against the ground. Through glistening nostrils, the creature took a long drag of air, vaguely noting the sickly-sweet smell of decay that permeated the wood. Thingol was the first word that drifted through shambles of her mind. Then: where am I? ""

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