Callynite
The little doe stood before the start of the maze, her body as still as that of a deer sensing danger. Her ears perked forward as a scream lit the air from somewhere with in the depths of the maze, and a shiver raised down her back before she forced her shoulders to straighten and her eyes to narrow in confidence. She could do this, it was just a maze, how scary could it be. Another scream ripped through the air, and the doe jumped, her tail flashing the white before she forced the instinct down again, shaking out her mane and stepping forward. Each step was made light, her walk more of a bounce, her steps fluttering and nervous - prepared to bound her away to safety at a moments notice. There was nothing in her that would hurt her . . . surely. For a brief moment, she wonders if she shouted for Fable, if he would show to rescue her . . . not that she needed rescued . . . She could do this. She was strong. She was proud. She could do this!
She stands tall then, carrying herself with determination into the maze and began to explore. As she ventured further, trying to tune out the screams and laughter of others in the maze, she quietly kept to the left, turning down every left turn so as to backtrack easier should she need to get out. As she traveled, her steps relaxed. The first time a figure, clearly dressed in costume jumped at her, she laughed it off with out too much concern, shaking her head and smiling as the figure melted back into the shadows. She continued on, suddenly feeling more confident having been able to laugh at the first figure. This continued for a good solid twenty or so minutes, laughing and occasionally squeaking in surprise when she was startled, but over all enjoying herself.
But then the maze around her seemed to darken, and she could see some carefully placed items meant to look like bones. A chill went up her spine but she shook it off, having to give a nod to the Night Court - now this part was frightening. The figure moved then, dark bony form standing out against the dark orange of the corn stalks. Eyes seemed lit with red fire, and no matter what the creature may have looked like - Cally's vision was suddenly fueled by fright. The corn stalks turned to cave walls, and suddenly the figure was less equine, standing tall with the body of a deer and the head of a dog, black and skeletal with gleaming saber teeth that drooled dark saliva. The gleaming eyes watched her hungrily, and she was pulled into the memory. Her voice left her with a startled whimper, "D . . . Disirax . . . N-no . . . you . . . you can't be . . ." The dressed up individual could clearly see a negative reaction and moved forward to calm the doe, already removing the mask.
But Cally was too lost in the vision, and instead the Disirax lunged towards her with mouth agape. A scream, raw and filled with blood-curdling terror, left her muzzle; the sound pitched with the vocals of a deer, rather than an equine call. In an instant as quick as imaginable - bow forgotten at her side, the little doe had spun on her haunches, racing away, running blindly into the corn maze. A left turn, a right, another right, another left. Again and again, fear drove her wild and deeper. Occasionally voices shouted to her, alarmed by what might have appeared to be a distraught filly raising through the corn maze. The few who knew her personally seemed even more alarmed by the sure and steady explorer so terrified.
Cally was still lost in those memories. The cave walls seemed to be endless as she raced through the tunnels and caverns. She could hear the screams of the fawns she and the others had been sent to find and rescue from the Disirax's clutches, desperately hoping to out run the Disirax chasing her, and find those little ones before they were sucked dry of their magic and left for dead - husks and shells of what they once were. It had been the first time in a century that the Disirax had managed to catch any of them unaware, and to take fawns had caused the rescue party to be put together quickly. They'd lost a fawn when it was all set and done, but the memory of being face to face with the Disirax had haunted Cally's nightmares for moons after.
Slowly her steps slowed as the cave walls began to melt away, revealing the corn maze around her. Her breath came in pants as she slowed to a stop, breathing heavy, her heart still jackrabbiting in her chest and her body quivering. She glanced around her slowly, breathing a sign of relief to see no creature in sight, no one around. No other horses . . . and no Disirax. As her mind slowed down, and her heart caught up, she started to realize that she never likely saw him anyways. "It . . . couldn't have been . . . one of them anyway . . . surely . . . those beasts can't come . . . come here." It had taken her hours of exploring to find the portal to this place, the likelihood of a Disirax finding it . . . well there was no likelihood, they hunted around the thicket to capture her people to steal magic . . . . they wouldn't dream of exploring. There was no Disirax. None here. Her eyes swept the area around her one more time, just to make sure.
"Speech"
She stands tall then, carrying herself with determination into the maze and began to explore. As she ventured further, trying to tune out the screams and laughter of others in the maze, she quietly kept to the left, turning down every left turn so as to backtrack easier should she need to get out. As she traveled, her steps relaxed. The first time a figure, clearly dressed in costume jumped at her, she laughed it off with out too much concern, shaking her head and smiling as the figure melted back into the shadows. She continued on, suddenly feeling more confident having been able to laugh at the first figure. This continued for a good solid twenty or so minutes, laughing and occasionally squeaking in surprise when she was startled, but over all enjoying herself.
But then the maze around her seemed to darken, and she could see some carefully placed items meant to look like bones. A chill went up her spine but she shook it off, having to give a nod to the Night Court - now this part was frightening. The figure moved then, dark bony form standing out against the dark orange of the corn stalks. Eyes seemed lit with red fire, and no matter what the creature may have looked like - Cally's vision was suddenly fueled by fright. The corn stalks turned to cave walls, and suddenly the figure was less equine, standing tall with the body of a deer and the head of a dog, black and skeletal with gleaming saber teeth that drooled dark saliva. The gleaming eyes watched her hungrily, and she was pulled into the memory. Her voice left her with a startled whimper, "D . . . Disirax . . . N-no . . . you . . . you can't be . . ." The dressed up individual could clearly see a negative reaction and moved forward to calm the doe, already removing the mask.
But Cally was too lost in the vision, and instead the Disirax lunged towards her with mouth agape. A scream, raw and filled with blood-curdling terror, left her muzzle; the sound pitched with the vocals of a deer, rather than an equine call. In an instant as quick as imaginable - bow forgotten at her side, the little doe had spun on her haunches, racing away, running blindly into the corn maze. A left turn, a right, another right, another left. Again and again, fear drove her wild and deeper. Occasionally voices shouted to her, alarmed by what might have appeared to be a distraught filly raising through the corn maze. The few who knew her personally seemed even more alarmed by the sure and steady explorer so terrified.
Cally was still lost in those memories. The cave walls seemed to be endless as she raced through the tunnels and caverns. She could hear the screams of the fawns she and the others had been sent to find and rescue from the Disirax's clutches, desperately hoping to out run the Disirax chasing her, and find those little ones before they were sucked dry of their magic and left for dead - husks and shells of what they once were. It had been the first time in a century that the Disirax had managed to catch any of them unaware, and to take fawns had caused the rescue party to be put together quickly. They'd lost a fawn when it was all set and done, but the memory of being face to face with the Disirax had haunted Cally's nightmares for moons after.
Slowly her steps slowed as the cave walls began to melt away, revealing the corn maze around her. Her breath came in pants as she slowed to a stop, breathing heavy, her heart still jackrabbiting in her chest and her body quivering. She glanced around her slowly, breathing a sign of relief to see no creature in sight, no one around. No other horses . . . and no Disirax. As her mind slowed down, and her heart caught up, she started to realize that she never likely saw him anyways. "It . . . couldn't have been . . . one of them anyway . . . surely . . . those beasts can't come . . . come here." It had taken her hours of exploring to find the portal to this place, the likelihood of a Disirax finding it . . . well there was no likelihood, they hunted around the thicket to capture her people to steal magic . . . . they wouldn't dream of exploring. There was no Disirax. None here. Her eyes swept the area around her one more time, just to make sure.
"Speech"
