[EVENT] Rapture in the pathless wood

[Below Zero]

Below Zero

my frost philosophy will put no curse on me

Was it bravery that kept the mare moving forwards, or determination. Perhaps it was a desire to succeed and help another. Whatever her reason, she hadn't let the fog slow her down - even as her own cyan glow seemed to turn the fog around her into an eerie gleam of pale silver-blue. Eerie was a perfect description for this night so far. A voice crying for help. The cries and chorus of voices. The clinging fog that came from nowhere - and a dark forest to top it all off. Bel wasn't about to let it slow her down. She'd out swam a kraken through an obstacle of seamounts. She'd faced down an adolescent shark in a swim to survive. She'd made it this far - and no forest (haunted or not) would take her down now.

Bel moved still, carrying further into the fog, struggling to find her way - coming face to face with tree limbs at times, and other times seeming to walk endlessly seeing nothing but the fog. The voices stopped - a suddennes that seemed almost eerie. First chatter - but then nothing. Like entire forest suddenly chose to hold its' breath and wait. Wait for what, Bel didn't know - but with the way things were going, she wasn't sure if she wanted to find out. run! Bel freezes up at the voice, turning and trying to pinpoint the location with no real look. The voice seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, echoing all around her. As if the voice had turned a switch, the fog suddenly starts to go thin, and ahead, tendrils are seeming to grow, whisping into smoke, shifting from near transparent into black as knight. Creature of shadows, with red eyes. One, and then two and then a whole cluster.

Bel holds her breath, her entire body going still as her flight instinct starts to jump up, prepping her for a daring run to safety. They turn towards her, and just as she's about to spin, her frilled ears catch that cry for help, and her heart steels. No, not again. She would not walk away from a distressed individual again. Not like Polar. This would not end like Polar! A snarl touched the mare's face, contorting it - the angles suddenly shifting into harsher lines as her eyes glow at the creatures flying towards her. Angry red eyes meet determined cyan - both sets seeming to glow. Bel's neck arches, her fin snaps up and her horns are presented as a strong defense as her fangs glittered from the sides of her mouth. A cree leaves her muzzle, a sound of the oceans, a sound of the depths; echoing through the mist and fog that still remained. And as those creatures flew towards her she raised forward herself, ready to warn them off, attack until they surrendered. Her powerful tail swooping through one of the shadowed figures, dispersing it before her angled ram horns caught another.

"I'm coming! I promise, I'm coming!" She managed in between blows to the shadow creatures, her end goal still on the voice asking for help, her determination never waivering. She would find them. She would help them. One way or another. She wasn't going to give up on them. This wouldn't end like Pol. It couldn't end like Pol! She would save someone, even if it was the last thing she did!

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Notes: Bel chooses to try and fight off the shadowy creatures

i feel no cold, i feel no fear inside my mind
Now I'm full of energy