Pain unfolding

@Kiada

LUMINAR Luminar was brooding. He was a bit cranky today, his third day in the Rift. It seemed each passing day in this god-awful place was sucking the life out of him more and more. He was having excruciating flashbacks more often. Flashbacks of things he didn't want to think about. Sharp pain skittered up his spine as teeth bore down on his tail head."Git you little bastard! "   A pint-sized inky colt wobbled his way down a long corridor. Wide milky eyes scanned the dank, dripping stones that made up the walls, searching fervently for a way out. More teeth came at him, this time taking him in the flank and drawing blood. " Go!"  The foal scuttled down the hall quickly, two large leather clad stallions behind him. Light shone up ahead and he bolted. The sound of hooves on stone came close behind. It was not a way out. It was a cell, with twenty other petrified foals of varying ages. The youngest was 4 months - just like him - the oldest 2 years. A door slammed behind him, the sound of a heavy bolt being drawn. Luminar opened his eyes. He was sweating. That was new. He thought, recalling the memory. He had made the rainforest cliffs his semi permanent home for now, taking refuge in it's thick foliage. He explored enough to know it's landmarks, and had padded down a nice secluded area of soft grass to bed comfortably. He enjoyed his solitude, but his heart was yearning for warm company. He stood, swishing his stubby tail out of habit, and stretched a long stretch, groaning in pleasure. He had been lying around all day moaning and muttering about his situation. It was time to do something productive. What exactly, he knew not. He ducked under a spiky bush covered in inch long green thorns, he had learned yesterday that these thorns were coated in some kind of poison that made the wounds they inflicted terribly itchy. He had ducked under the bush, but not low enough, catching his withers on one of the spurs. He had itched uncontrollably for quite some time. He saw that as a good sign though. It meant the general populace would steer clear of these inconvenient briers, thus steering clear of his personal retreat. He set forth on a path that led to the cliff edge. He quite liked the view. Maybe it would inspire him to do something productive.   "Talk." quote goes here! and more than one!

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