Bitter Taste

Requiem had been to the tar pit several times, but each time she was left with more questions than answers. Despite the horrible stench that accompanied the thick black liquid she was curious about it. She had spent time watching it, studying it. At first she had been tempted to step into it to get a closer look, but something had prevented her from doing so. Instinct, maybe? Whatever it was, she'd gotten an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach as she'd gotten closer to the dark pool. That feeling had prompted her to look around to find something to throw into the pool and observe what happened. A stone was her answer and the was intrigued when the stone stayed at the surface for a few seconds before disappearing slowly beneath the surface. The thick black liquid bubbled where the stone had been and then the surface was  still once more. The second time Requiem had returned to the black pool she had stood a little farther back from it, watching and wondering there was no one else around. Aside from a bird or two in the sky above there was not much else around aside from the occasional reptile or coyote. It seemed like most of the animals there were just passing through and none of them seemed to give the black pool a second glance. She did note that they gave it a wide berth and thought that maybe she should do the same. She had just turned to leave when a commotion behind her grabbed her attention and forced her to turn back around. When she did she was met with the sight of a rabbit and a coyote, both stuck in the black liquid. She stepped forward then watched, horrified as they both struggled to break free from the pool. The more the struggled the more it seemed to grab onto them. Their terrified howls and screeches as they were slowly consumed by the black pool was something that she would never forget. After that she almost didn't go back, but there she was again, going in the direction of the pit. She was expecting the area to be empty as it usually was, and was surprised to see a stallion as black as the pool itself standing at the edge of it. At first she suspected that he had fought his way out then decided against it once she drew closer. His coat was too clean and there was no goo dripping from anywhere on him that would indicate that he had broke free from the pit. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." The girl said once she noticed that he seemed prepared to dip a hoof into the pit. "The last time I was here a rabbit and a coyote got stuck in it. They fought to get out, but the harder they fought the quicker it sucked them down beneath the surface." "." Requiem “Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.” ― Robert Frost

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