Ultima
You wander about the new, strange land bleating like a lost lamb.
The soft mews come from your spindly body strained and painful. Your throat is so dry and your belly cramps, empty of mother's milk. You still can't find her, and this land of darkness is so different from the sun-showered beach your mother bore you into. There is sand under your hooves; that is familiar, at least. But there is no sun... no warmth. Just wetness and a cold that creeps into your bones. It makes you feel heavy, tangles your mane into your eyes and it sticks to your skin. You are used to rain, used to the ocean, but you've never been drenched for so long. Usually the sun dries your coat and mother is there to quench your thirst but now...
Ever since you fell from the sky things haven't been the same. On a deep and primal level you feel eyes on you; a malignant presence floating just out of sight, playing havoc with the light at the corners of your eyes. You don't feel safe. Not that you were ever safe, with the doom of the demon Kaos looming over Helovia like a stormcloud that leached all good feeling from the world.
You never knew of such things... mother was always cold and distant but she was the only heartbeat you ever knew and now you are on your own. There is no pillar of strength to hide behind; no zap, hssss of static in your mother's feathers to hush you to sleep like a lullaby; no mighty wings to shield you from the now seemingly never-ending rain. It seems the flood-gates have opened and no one is there to close them back up. You love rain. You are a child of the storms your mother commanded but your whole body shivers, weak and exposed.
You follow the sound of the sea. You hear the waves and smell the brine of salt-water in the air. Pinprick nostrils flare, drawing quick, shallow breaths into your tiny lungs. Spindle-boned legs scramble across the ground and wings too large for your body stretch out from your sides to help you balance.
You spot horses in the distance. You freeze, posture drawn up tall and ears pricked forward. You are weary; you've never met a stranger before... but instinct tells you there is no other choice. Insect-legs carry you hurriedly closer to the gathering of bodies (some of them are small like you!) but your head is swimming with fear-adrenaline and you stop about twenty feet away. You lower your head, investigating, nose extending suspiciously to suck in the strange scents. Four little limbs splay under you, ready to spring away at any sign of danger.
You decide the smaller bodies are less imposing and trot over to them. You nicker, still frightened, but more desperate.
@Erthë ; I hope you don't mind <3
The soft mews come from your spindly body strained and painful. Your throat is so dry and your belly cramps, empty of mother's milk. You still can't find her, and this land of darkness is so different from the sun-showered beach your mother bore you into. There is sand under your hooves; that is familiar, at least. But there is no sun... no warmth. Just wetness and a cold that creeps into your bones. It makes you feel heavy, tangles your mane into your eyes and it sticks to your skin. You are used to rain, used to the ocean, but you've never been drenched for so long. Usually the sun dries your coat and mother is there to quench your thirst but now...
Ever since you fell from the sky things haven't been the same. On a deep and primal level you feel eyes on you; a malignant presence floating just out of sight, playing havoc with the light at the corners of your eyes. You don't feel safe. Not that you were ever safe, with the doom of the demon Kaos looming over Helovia like a stormcloud that leached all good feeling from the world.
You never knew of such things... mother was always cold and distant but she was the only heartbeat you ever knew and now you are on your own. There is no pillar of strength to hide behind; no zap, hssss of static in your mother's feathers to hush you to sleep like a lullaby; no mighty wings to shield you from the now seemingly never-ending rain. It seems the flood-gates have opened and no one is there to close them back up. You love rain. You are a child of the storms your mother commanded but your whole body shivers, weak and exposed.
You follow the sound of the sea. You hear the waves and smell the brine of salt-water in the air. Pinprick nostrils flare, drawing quick, shallow breaths into your tiny lungs. Spindle-boned legs scramble across the ground and wings too large for your body stretch out from your sides to help you balance.
You spot horses in the distance. You freeze, posture drawn up tall and ears pricked forward. You are weary; you've never met a stranger before... but instinct tells you there is no other choice. Insect-legs carry you hurriedly closer to the gathering of bodies (some of them are small like you!) but your head is swimming with fear-adrenaline and you stop about twenty feet away. You lower your head, investigating, nose extending suspiciously to suck in the strange scents. Four little limbs splay under you, ready to spring away at any sign of danger.
You decide the smaller bodies are less imposing and trot over to them. You nicker, still frightened, but more desperate.
@Erthë ; I hope you don't mind <3
