Sunako
take my hand and let me sleep
I have been part of the darkness for many years now, learning to not just survive but thrive in the wonders that can be found there. I stopped associating with other horses and turned first to the creepy crawlies of the dark creatures - spiders and scorpions, bugs and lizards. Small, cute things that loved the dark just as I - small cute things that wouldn't be distraught by my absolutely hideous face - things that didn't mind how ugly of a girl I was, and how ugly of a mare I had grown to be. As time progressed, my time increased with in the darkness, and I made new friends still. Bats that seemed to be blind to my unappealing face, predators of the night who seemed to see me as my own danger. And then . . . I met my best of friends! Their bones washed white from exposure, cracked in areas, sometimes missing pieces here or there, but still amazing, beautiful individuals who seemed to love me as much as I loved them. They were always there to listen to me, to give me strength and happiness, to feel a comfort that was of my own making assisted by their welcoming approach.
When I had first come to this land I had worried (greatly worried even) about what kind of life I would lead when I left those friends behind. And then things looked up when I found the first beautiful new friend. He'd been partially buried in the dirt, teeth marks marring his forelimbs, but I had taken him home, cleaned him up, and so Rover had been my first friend. Vixen had been found later when Rover and I had moved to a thicket of dense bramble after something had come upon our last home. Vixen had been casually waiting for us there, smiling in welcome when we pushed through - oh how welcoming the bramble hide-away had been. But winter was setting in and me, and my dear friends; would need a better home soon. And so as we were searching I went up into the mountains - and I fell in love with the bleakness, the danger, everything that seemed to come alive with crazy and fun - and the creatures that roamed the mountains were so dangerous! It was like my own brand of heaven, coined and phrased and I loved it! Every fight with a mountain lion, every tousle with a mountain goat - every new cave to explore, every new disaster to avoid - it was living on the edge, uncovering new fun - it was home.
And so when I had found the cavern I now called home, I took to claiming it, finding a way to break down a bit of the wall that had a natural sprinkling of water leaking from a crack so a small pond had formed, supplied by a slow but steady and small trickle of water now. And with Rover and Vixen in their own bedding - and my newest friend Elliot having his own corner of the Cavern, it was time to make my own bed, to finish fixing up the cavern into a perfectly dark and welcoming (or unwelcoming depending on who you ask) home-sweet-home. So I ventured back into the darkness of the night, the world lit dimly - and only dimly by the light of the mountain (I was counting the days down until a new moon when no vibrant white light would penetrate the darkness - but alas that wasn't this night). And I couldn't wait for such a night, so braving that bright white light, I sought the items, the fluff and comfortable bedding I would need to use to create a comfortable place to sleep - and see if I couldn't find any more lonely skulls looking for a good friend to hold and cuddle.
I didn't notice the other immediately - why would I when I was out looking for something as important as beautiful and wonderful skulls! Smiling faces, hollow eyes that seemed to have a life of their own - gorgeous and vibrant and wondrous and - oh yes. Right, back to the fellow. When I did notice this creature - the first thing I noted was how dark - like the woods around us - he seemed to be. Brown like the barks on the tree. Not a pretty dark, near black brown - so dark it could suck in the very light around you - but still not helpless, soul sucking brightness those creatures of the light shown out. He was thankfully not one of the painfully beautiful ones - who seemed to flaunt that beauty as a weapon against the darkness I lived in, forcing their brightness on those that didn't want anything to do with it. I certainly didn't, that is. I needed that darkness to thrive - and those horrible bright ones were a danger to that darkness.
This stallion was not one of them. In fact, beyond just being plain and brown and like a tree himself - he was . . . . small. And it wasn't just her own size that made it painfully obvious - but rather this creature was literally SMALL. He had spoken his greeting softly, causing her haunting robin-blue eyes to center in on him, each eye rimmed by black markings mirroring thick eyeliner. She tilted her head, "Who are you?" She responded to his greeting, before tilting her head in confusion, "Lose something? Not at all. I'm merely hunting for bedding supplies to make a nest out of. And maybe some skulls if I find some - I can't leave potential friends out and about in this cold! Or lizards and spiders, yes! I'd love some friendly lizards and spiders too! They can be wonderful company, and the spiderwebs are delightful to watch! It's amazing, I love them." Her gaze had already drawn to the world around them again, with a much larger list of things to find than when she'd started - and the bedding supply quickly becoming lower and lower and lower on the list of importance.
"Speech"
Thoughts
Tagged :: @Icarus
Notes :: And now she wants lizards and spiders and spooky things.
When I had first come to this land I had worried (greatly worried even) about what kind of life I would lead when I left those friends behind. And then things looked up when I found the first beautiful new friend. He'd been partially buried in the dirt, teeth marks marring his forelimbs, but I had taken him home, cleaned him up, and so Rover had been my first friend. Vixen had been found later when Rover and I had moved to a thicket of dense bramble after something had come upon our last home. Vixen had been casually waiting for us there, smiling in welcome when we pushed through - oh how welcoming the bramble hide-away had been. But winter was setting in and me, and my dear friends; would need a better home soon. And so as we were searching I went up into the mountains - and I fell in love with the bleakness, the danger, everything that seemed to come alive with crazy and fun - and the creatures that roamed the mountains were so dangerous! It was like my own brand of heaven, coined and phrased and I loved it! Every fight with a mountain lion, every tousle with a mountain goat - every new cave to explore, every new disaster to avoid - it was living on the edge, uncovering new fun - it was home.
And so when I had found the cavern I now called home, I took to claiming it, finding a way to break down a bit of the wall that had a natural sprinkling of water leaking from a crack so a small pond had formed, supplied by a slow but steady and small trickle of water now. And with Rover and Vixen in their own bedding - and my newest friend Elliot having his own corner of the Cavern, it was time to make my own bed, to finish fixing up the cavern into a perfectly dark and welcoming (or unwelcoming depending on who you ask) home-sweet-home. So I ventured back into the darkness of the night, the world lit dimly - and only dimly by the light of the mountain (I was counting the days down until a new moon when no vibrant white light would penetrate the darkness - but alas that wasn't this night). And I couldn't wait for such a night, so braving that bright white light, I sought the items, the fluff and comfortable bedding I would need to use to create a comfortable place to sleep - and see if I couldn't find any more lonely skulls looking for a good friend to hold and cuddle.
I didn't notice the other immediately - why would I when I was out looking for something as important as beautiful and wonderful skulls! Smiling faces, hollow eyes that seemed to have a life of their own - gorgeous and vibrant and wondrous and - oh yes. Right, back to the fellow. When I did notice this creature - the first thing I noted was how dark - like the woods around us - he seemed to be. Brown like the barks on the tree. Not a pretty dark, near black brown - so dark it could suck in the very light around you - but still not helpless, soul sucking brightness those creatures of the light shown out. He was thankfully not one of the painfully beautiful ones - who seemed to flaunt that beauty as a weapon against the darkness I lived in, forcing their brightness on those that didn't want anything to do with it. I certainly didn't, that is. I needed that darkness to thrive - and those horrible bright ones were a danger to that darkness.
This stallion was not one of them. In fact, beyond just being plain and brown and like a tree himself - he was . . . . small. And it wasn't just her own size that made it painfully obvious - but rather this creature was literally SMALL. He had spoken his greeting softly, causing her haunting robin-blue eyes to center in on him, each eye rimmed by black markings mirroring thick eyeliner. She tilted her head, "Who are you?" She responded to his greeting, before tilting her head in confusion, "Lose something? Not at all. I'm merely hunting for bedding supplies to make a nest out of. And maybe some skulls if I find some - I can't leave potential friends out and about in this cold! Or lizards and spiders, yes! I'd love some friendly lizards and spiders too! They can be wonderful company, and the spiderwebs are delightful to watch! It's amazing, I love them." Her gaze had already drawn to the world around them again, with a much larger list of things to find than when she'd started - and the bedding supply quickly becoming lower and lower and lower on the list of importance.
"Speech"
Thoughts
Tagged :: @
Notes :: And now she wants lizards and spiders and spooky things.
