Green Labyrinth
He does not know what is going on. He is, after all, just a boy; old before his time thanks to the hard life he's had so far, but a boy nonetheless. To find himself surrounded by ghosts that take the forms of people he doesn't know...to find himself trapped amidst the screams and howls of the tormented, whilst a wolf growls in the distance....it would be enough to make any boy's sanity snap like a twig.
Mbwana begins to panic. He is in his colt form and he's a large, cumbersome thing, already showing that he's going to grow into a massive stallion; as he blunders around, one of his heavy hooves lands on Askari's tail, and the dog squeals like a stuck pig to add his voice to the din. The colt whines, his ears pinned flat to his head, flailing around in circles as he tries to avoid the ghosts that convene towards him like predators towards a carcass. He whinnies, bucks out at them and tries his best to avoid them, and in his panic he feels himself reverting to the most basic, repetitive behaviour that he always draws comfort from. He bobs his head up and down, up and down, a tic that he's powerless to control. He's normally good at controlling his illness but in times like these, times of immense stress, he can't do anything about the impulse in his veins. The colt stands there, shuddering, in the middle of the ghosts, sweating so much that a thin sheen of white froth covers his whole tri-coloured body. His head jerks up and down like a metronome, and Askari shudders pitifully at his heels. The duo unleash loud, plaintive whines, and slam shut both of their sets of eyes so they cannot see the terror that surrounds them. "H...help," he murmurs to himself more than anybody else, because who will hear him or care? THE DOG LORD |
Poor Mbwana is being mobbed by them :c
