home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
Pale body seem to mix with the frost and the ice of the leaves of the vines and covering the ground. Some puddles on the ground are moist but others are solid and create a hollow and echoing click as her hooves gingerly walk over them. Her ears search frantically for direction as the anxiety that is rising from the very center of her soul to every nerve and fiber of her being. Her rose eyes flick back and forth, surveying the shadows for smoke, teeth, demons, monsters, and anything that might pose her any more harm than had already befallen her ivory skin. The cuts that her shoulder and hindquarters had sustained in now solidified onto her soft hair of her body. The lines of crimson that had fallen down the trails of muscles seamlessly stopped and hung like a print the monster has left behind.
Then the laughter started again, part of her mind demanded than she turn and find her way out but another synapse fires and warns her of the monster possibly waiting for her to come near enough to ambush her. She hesitates as she stares down a down foreboding corridor where the sound of laughter seemed to come from. She stands in an intersection of three directions. Weir dares not spend too much time in one spot and swallows her fears as she steps down the hardened path towards the laughter. Her steps clink uneasily and unevenly on the ground as she checks for surroundings in the quiet of the icy fog. She feels the veins may just snap out at her as if the magic of this place could control nature itself.
The path seemed to get much darker as the veins converged above her and blocked out whatever light from above that might penetrate this haunted place. Her heart quickened as she stepped in place for a moment. Thick braids swung uneasily against her nape as every muscle in her body constricted and released as she trotted around the corner and into a clearing. There is a pond as the light seems to return to the area except for the bottom of the water. She notices something immediately as she continues to trot around to the other side, away from the dark corridor she had just exited from. Her instincts telling her not to face her back towards a direction that she feels uncomfortable with. The water is clear those like that from a spring in the mountains of her birthplace. Mountain water is always cold, she remembers. The orb looks solid but about seems to glow light a star in the night sky but there is something else. Something that drops her guard. A fish.
Her ears stop their constant shifting and focus directly onto the fish that seems to be struggling. The caretaker and healer in her heart yearns to help immediately. She has always had this feeling in her soul to help others no matter the danger. She always felt the urge to jump into danger just to help someone in need. The fish before her jerks at the strings of her entire being. Then something began to speak in her mind. Her rose eyes opened wide as she listened to the plea of this strange shining, sparkling, struggling, and twinkling little creature. She could care less how the fish might help her, the overwhelming feeling is that she wants to simply help this fish. How terrible a life would be living on a chain, how hollow and alone that would be. She could relate. This just keeps getting stranger but how curious this is. She steps forward as the voice dissipates from her mind, a sharp but shallow call escapes her lips as she nears the edge of the water but she stops at the edge of the water. Think about this. What is the best way to help? I must help! But how?
She thinks first of her mild telekinesis and begins to focus on the fish. She strains as she tries to focus on how the fishes leash might be attached but it seems whole. There doesn’t seem to be any latches or buttons that might release the chain from the fish. There did seem to be a keyhole. She gives up this task before speaking in her mind towards the fish, hoping that the channel of communication goes both ways. I will find a way! Weir turns around and observes her surroundings. There are the walls of thorny vines, small rocks, the ice, and not much else. There is no metal and no keys that she can see. She looks to the thorns one more time. The fear of the pain they caused her rushed her body in a chill. How else to pick a lick but with something hard and sharp, why else the thorns than to use as a tool. Her drive to help the fish overrides her fear as she rushes towards the bushed, her soft and delicate mouth reaching out with teeth extended to grab the end of one of the vines and using her bite strength she bites down and tried to chew the vine end off. Spikes on the vine cut into her mouth and bloodied her teeth but eventually she could break the vine free. She tosses it to the ground and prayed to the dusk god that there is no poison in the spikes.
She stares down at the vine and then to the fish before stepping on one end and doing her best to remove most of the spikes but leaving one that would hopefully be large enough to pick the lock with. She reaches down with her telekinesis and lifts the vine as she trots back towards the water and enters it icy cold water. The shock of the ice water seems unreal that something could be so cold. Her muscles seem to freeze immediately as she pushes herself further into the water towards the diamond orb and the fish. She keeps stepping one frozen hoof at a time in what seemed like walking on the darkness of an overcloud night and used her telekinesis to plunge the vine down to the fish and focused as she attempted to pick the lock and hoped with all of her might that it would work. This has to work! The cold seems to seep down to her bones immediately and she hopes to make it out of her but first this lock needed to be picked and she continued to work on it as her body shivered in the dark waters where the only light was from the diamond orb.
@Random Events
Might have gone a little overboard but this is just so much fun to write to! Thank you admins for the extremely invigorating plot to write to. :)
