As the night crested, angry clouds began to gather in the sky at Praistigia Cliffs. In the dead of winter, the ocean was an abyss – dark, like spilt ink, and seemingly endless. Usually barren, and rightfully so, tonight a small flame could be seen flickering on the lip of the cliffs.
Do you feel it?
A colt - who was now a fresh yearling - stood at the edge of the cliffs, peering down into the gaping, hungry mouth of the sea. Like the last fall leaf desperately clinging to its home branch, he quivered violently in the frosty wind, his chestnut and flaxen curls catching wayward snowflakes.
“Stupid dare,” he mused through his chattering teeth, sending a spiteful glare back to a trio of ponies that stood safely on the sidelines. His frail chest grew as he swallowed a deep breath, watching as his expelled air clouded in front of his face before dissipating into the winter flurries.
“If you want to be a yearling you’ve gotta do it! One of them chimed up.
“Just jump already –” agreed the second.
The third added, “We haven’t got all night. It’s only a matter of time before our parents – “
“Alright already!” The lone colt snapped; his little ears pinned to the back of his skull as he shook his head at the buffoonery of company he chose to keep.
Do you feel it now? It’s akin to a second heartbeat: a deep, foreboding pulse. It is ancient, yet feels familiar to you. It guides you towards the sea.
Pale hoofs were placed at the crumbling edges of the cliff, he trembled terribly as he tried to somehow conjure the courage to take his leap – his test – this foolish tradition in order to prove to his comrades that he was becoming of age. The black waters churned far below him as if taunting him; the slushy seafoam licked and piled around jagged shaped stalagmites. The salt in the wind stung his eyes. Every fiber of his body was desperate to stitch him to the earth, begging him to not test the laws of gravity.
You must feel it. It is screaming at you now, demanding you, throbbing in your ears. It is instinct, and it is pressuring you to flee to the cliffs swiftly.
The colt squares his jaw and straightens his shoulders. He doesn’t fear death.
Hurry.
He gathers all his might.
Faster.
He jumps.
Faster!
His friends cheer as he plummets into the black hole of the sea, but their shouts soon turn to horror as they have yet to see him resurface. The sea has swallowed him whole. Beneath the waves, he struggles to regain his orientation. Which way is the surface? It is all so dark and he cannot see. The frigid temps begin to seep into his skin, the oxygen is being strangled out of him, he is screaming for his friends but they cannot hear his cries. The water is rising in him, his body is being battered by the aggressive pull and push of the ocean, the cold is asking him to close his eyes and succumb to the motions.
Who has the power to save him? You.
In a brash - and pointless - dare, a small group of yearlings goad their "friend" to take a leap off the Praistigia Cliffs in an effort to prove his worth. He is hesitant, and in these mere seconds of hesitance... something is able to beckon for help. It calls to @Below Zero in a primal, unspoken urge — compelling her to get there, as fast as she can.
The colt's feet leave the cliff's edge ... then the water swallows him whole, and refuses to let go.
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The colt's feet leave the cliff's edge ... then the water swallows him whole, and refuses to let go.
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