STRANGERS UNTIL A STRANGER MAKES THE OLD HUNGERS
BRUTALLY WAKE
When Dune opens his eyes, everything is white and blue. The first thing he sees is the sky, a shade of turquoise so bright it gives the impression that the sun is on the other side of a thin blue shell. The first thing he thinks is this is a nightmare just waiting to happen. The blue is begging to be cracked open, skin peeled back like a hard-boiled egg. God (and maybe the dreamer, maybe not) only knows what lies on the other side.
The next thing he sees, as he lowers his gaze to the earth, is the city. It is huge and sprawling and made, best as he can tell on first impression, entirely of white sand. It is deathly quiet, and again he wonders what nightmares might be waiting here for him.
The young stallion steps forward into the white city, noting the smell of the sea despite the lack of a breeze or any kind of ocean sounds. He quickly finds that the streets he first thought empty are not-- there’s just no one alive. Instead statues line the streets, carved with exquisite detail. He leans in closer to one in particular. The stallion depicted is rearing up as though about to attack, face twisted in anguish and terror. Dune loses track of time as he looks at the statue and its remarkable detail, until the sudden awareness of another presence-- it must be the dreamer-- pulls him out of the spell.
The bay whirls around, ears pinned defensively and body coiled like a snake waiting to strike. Judging from his reaction you might think he was the dreamer, and she the intruder.
@Saphira
