[EVENT] Rapture in the pathless wood

[Below Zero]

Below Zero

my frost philosophy will put no curse on me

The air seemed to grow colder around the aquatic-mare of the polar caps. But it wasn't an unwelcoming cold that many others might feel in it. To the mare who preferred colder climates, she could feel herself relaxing at the dropping temperature - but she did notice the look of the trees. Did all woods look like this when you travel deeper into them? Like gnarled monster hands trying to reach to you . . . and she was pretty sure, that tree looked familiar, very familiar at that. And then she noticed the shadows, with eyes and bodies - following after her, trying to touch her - A faintly alarmed whinny left the little dual-natured equine's throat, the sound careening through the woods, carried on the dampening air as if underwater. The end of the whinny also seemed altered, drawn out and with a cree-ing sound like that of a dolphin.

Her hooves pranced a little more with pent-up energy, and she was growing more and more nervous out there - but the voice in the trees still called for help, hoping for assistance, and Bel wasn't going to let the poor female down. So she pushed onward, even if alarmed and nervous about the land. And then suddenly the air's dampness seemed to grow denser, and a silvery mist was growing up and around her ankles, surrounding her in it's cool, humid dampness. It was alarming at best, and the silver mist seemed to take on a stronger cyan hue around her as it enclosed around her glowing form.

Her tail swished through it, trying to clear the mist away, only for it to immediately slink around her again. Where had it come from? It's heavy across her, seeming to have wrapped her fully in it's silvery mist, and she can't help but hesitate within the mass. How is one suppose to travel in this? Moans seemed to come from the mist, and for a moment, her heart started to speed up, hooves prancing nervously and eyes widening in alarm. And then a wail seemed to grow into the air, so many voices climbing together, and it's hard to decide if they are many speaking as one, or one speaking of many. Bel is about to turn back when suddenly, the wail of help hits here, still there and voice drowned by all the other sounds. Bel's fear hardens, her body going strong and determined, back straight.

"I'm coming! Just keep calling, I'll follow your voice!" Bel called out, and started to head deeper into the fog, with a silent prayer to not lose her way.

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Speech

Notes: Bel chooses to keep going forward.

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