Rainforest Cliffs
08-20-2017, 02:53 AM
If only—if only—that were it.
If only this mare’s one brush with the nightmare were just that: a quick scare and bolt in the darkness of the rainforest.
But the nightmare isn’t done. Sharp black teeth gingerly move in an alien jaw that doesn't quite line up correctly after her well-aimed kick. So the terror lopes through the trees, with a silent and grotesque grace.
Despite its soundless movements and adherence to the shadows, the glow of the tendrils on its back and in its skull give away its location. Sort of. For no matter how hard you try to focus on the Walker, your eyes keep slipping away. Like trying to remember the details of the dream already forgotten…
Rest assured, the Walker does not forget.
If only this mare’s one brush with the nightmare were just that: a quick scare and bolt in the darkness of the rainforest.
But the nightmare isn’t done. Sharp black teeth gingerly move in an alien jaw that doesn't quite line up correctly after her well-aimed kick. So the terror lopes through the trees, with a silent and grotesque grace.
Despite its soundless movements and adherence to the shadows, the glow of the tendrils on its back and in its skull give away its location. Sort of. For no matter how hard you try to focus on the Walker, your eyes keep slipping away. Like trying to remember the details of the dream already forgotten…
Rest assured, the Walker does not forget.
the Rift
