Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-27070860-20170914193125

The grey horse woke, a forest full of green trees surrounding them.

The memories of the night before- those of chairs breaking apart, walls melting and everything around them mixing into one large lump of colors and materials-

No-no, this couldn't be happening. The horse couldn’t have been banished, they couldn't, but-

But that was the only explanation.

They lay motionless, staring at the trees and bushes surrounding them.

In the horse's eyes-

All these things were made of endless strings, were made to be altered to the horses wishes. The horse could pull on the strings, create a table from this apple tree. They could pull the apple's strings, cutting the fruit into even slices.

But what use is all of that, in the middle of an empty, dark forest?

And suddenly, the horse felt someone’s breath againced their neck.