Callynite
Fear does funny things to a body - and even as Cally might normally have enjoyed a dark wooded area - explored it until the sun was high ahead - the first disembodied voice had been spooky enough - calling for help with in the depths off the converging tree trunks. She'd written it up as an individual lost in the maze of trees however. But as the fog rose up, and more voices screamed and cried from all around her - and she KNEW there was no one there - the fear had started to creep into her mind. Fear of what she couldn't see. Of monsters and ghosts and ghouls and all kinds of frightening things. The fog grew thicker, the voices louder, her heart pounded harder, her breath more ragged, her eyes more wide and white. And she ran, bounding off in a way that resembled a deer bounding from danger, practically bouncing away. Gotta move, gotta run, gotta escape . . . and that cry of help kept that fear-induced run in a direction.
Then things began to change again. As if flipping the needle off a record, the forest was suddenly silent - no sounds, no ghosts groaning and crying. No birds speaking, no trees whistling, or small animals moving. Just still and silent. It was instinct that had her trying to reach for a magic she couldn't access yet. For the briefest of moment she had thought she'd felt something stir, but quickly dismissed it, even as she fought to control her heartbeat. Her steps slowed, the bounding run turning into a slot trot and then a walk before she stopped and looked around. Where was she? Had she even been paying attention to where she had gone? Had she moved very far at all? Had she gone in circles. There was no murmur of the trees to assist, and at the moment her own senses seemed dulled by the fear that had her breath still leaving her in plants. "Hey?! You still out there? Uh, needing help an' all?" She finally called out.
She's met by a scream echoing around her - bouncing of bark and through leaves. A cry of the banshee, that struck a deeper cord of fear than before - not for the scream itself but the word it had cried out to her,run! . . . . . . from . . . what? Her heart had picked up again, her large eyes growing larger, white visible as her head shot around, trying to see anything. Her ears twisted in all directions in an attempt to figure out what had spoken to her - why.
And then she noticed them, the pillars of fog turning to smoke. Black as ink, black as a blood clot. Her breath was coming in pants at this point, her hooves clapping against the earth in an odd rhythm. The forms congealed tighter, weaving together until a creature of nightmares stood made of shadows with gleaming red eyes that seemed hungry and angry and all other frightening emotions you didn't want to meet in the nighttime. A whimper left the deer's muzzle, and the doe was suddenly growing more and more afraid. More shadowy figures joined the first, until there were more than she can count. They turned, towards her, and as they charged, a shrill scream tore from Cally's muzzle and she took off.
Her fear, the bounding of blood in her ears, it muted her to the cries for help and she ran. Ran from the beasts, the monstrocities. Ran for her life, ran as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. Gone was the little hybrid, instead the deer was back, her eyes wide, ears alert, tail flagged in fear with the white banner screaming 'coward' as she bounded away. She lept over roots with ease, rounded large tree trunks, dived under low hanging branches. Ran faster, and faster still, tunnel vision focusing her only on the path ahead, ears only focused on the path behind and those . . . things . . . taking chase . . . "AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her chilling cry of fear tore through the air, penetrating the tree limbs tangled above and spooking the few hiding birds into flight. And still she ran, ran for all her worth, ran to some sort of safety, ran from those monsters! She just . . . ran.
They soon caught up to her, as a sudden wide tree appeared out of nowhere, stopping her in her tracks. Back against the tree, she quivered in fear, eyes wide, entire body shaking as the loomed all the closer. She froze, eyes squeezing shut, and making herself as tiny as possible, praying they'd either end her quick, or go around her and after someone else. She was too young to die!!!
"Speech"
Cally is disengaging and hoping the spirits will ignore her and chase after someone else insteadlittle Cally is scared Cally - she doesn't like ghosties
Then things began to change again. As if flipping the needle off a record, the forest was suddenly silent - no sounds, no ghosts groaning and crying. No birds speaking, no trees whistling, or small animals moving. Just still and silent. It was instinct that had her trying to reach for a magic she couldn't access yet. For the briefest of moment she had thought she'd felt something stir, but quickly dismissed it, even as she fought to control her heartbeat. Her steps slowed, the bounding run turning into a slot trot and then a walk before she stopped and looked around. Where was she? Had she even been paying attention to where she had gone? Had she moved very far at all? Had she gone in circles. There was no murmur of the trees to assist, and at the moment her own senses seemed dulled by the fear that had her breath still leaving her in plants. "Hey?! You still out there? Uh, needing help an' all?" She finally called out.
She's met by a scream echoing around her - bouncing of bark and through leaves. A cry of the banshee, that struck a deeper cord of fear than before - not for the scream itself but the word it had cried out to her,
And then she noticed them, the pillars of fog turning to smoke. Black as ink, black as a blood clot. Her breath was coming in pants at this point, her hooves clapping against the earth in an odd rhythm. The forms congealed tighter, weaving together until a creature of nightmares stood made of shadows with gleaming red eyes that seemed hungry and angry and all other frightening emotions you didn't want to meet in the nighttime. A whimper left the deer's muzzle, and the doe was suddenly growing more and more afraid. More shadowy figures joined the first, until there were more than she can count. They turned, towards her, and as they charged, a shrill scream tore from Cally's muzzle and she took off.
Her fear, the bounding of blood in her ears, it muted her to the cries for help and she ran. Ran from the beasts, the monstrocities. Ran for her life, ran as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. Gone was the little hybrid, instead the deer was back, her eyes wide, ears alert, tail flagged in fear with the white banner screaming 'coward' as she bounded away. She lept over roots with ease, rounded large tree trunks, dived under low hanging branches. Ran faster, and faster still, tunnel vision focusing her only on the path ahead, ears only focused on the path behind and those . . . things . . . taking chase . . . "AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her chilling cry of fear tore through the air, penetrating the tree limbs tangled above and spooking the few hiding birds into flight. And still she ran, ran for all her worth, ran to some sort of safety, ran from those monsters! She just . . . ran.
They soon caught up to her, as a sudden wide tree appeared out of nowhere, stopping her in her tracks. Back against the tree, she quivered in fear, eyes wide, entire body shaking as the loomed all the closer. She froze, eyes squeezing shut, and making herself as tiny as possible, praying they'd either end her quick, or go around her and after someone else. She was too young to die!!!
"Speech"
Cally is disengaging and hoping the spirits will ignore her and chase after someone else instead
