Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-27070860-20170918194848

The horse continued to stare tiredly at the trees before them, their surroundings blending in perfectly with the shadows.

No matter the heavy breathing behind them; no matter the wet air brushing againced their ear, no matter the raspy, choked sound that came from behind them.

''Their wide eyes. They were terrified of me, they were terrified. I couldn’t- I couldn’t protect them from that. I wanted to keep them safe- Zios knows I wanted it so badly.''

But the hell can I do to protect them while I’m all the way out here?

The horse’s following breath was shaky, as their head lay limp on the cold ground.

Everything was so dark. Whispers and quiet chatter hissed againced the animal’s ears, but none of that really mattered. The wet puddle they were laying in, the sticks poking at their sides, the horrible, obnoxious breathing behind them.

None of that really mattered anymore, because-

“…get up get up get up get up get up get up…”

-because their friends were terrified. Their friends were terrified of… the horse. How could they be terrified, of the being that would risk anything to be by their sides? The horse has proved so many times that they were worthy, that they were worthy of protecting them-

“…GET up GET up GET up GET up GET up GET up GET up…”

-and yet, the horse promised to protect them. Promised to keep their friends safe. And the horse had failed- they were the reason for the terror in their friend’s eyes, they were the reason for their screams, they were the reason their friends were scared in the first place. All the horse wanted- all they wanted, was to keep their loved ones’ safe. But, the stupid, stupid strings.The strings ruined everything, the strings were part of the horse. A part of the horse that they’d happily rip apart, even if it meant dying afterwards-

“…GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP…”

The whispers againced their ear turned into blood chilling shrieks. Just like- just like their friend’s shrieks.

''“Idiot! You… what is this!? The hell happened here?! Something demolished everything here, how- Ka, I’m scared, what happened here, what- No… It- It was you, you were telling the truth about your paranoid strings! This was- this is your doing! Get away from me!”''

“Away from me away from me away from me awaget up get up get up get up GET up GET up GET UP GET UP- “

The horse suddenly shot up, shakily standing on their weak legs. Their knees felt as if they’d buck from underneath them in any moment. But that voice- the blood chilling voice. Of his friends-

-his friends… his friends-

“Not your friends”

-Not his friends-

“Not anyone’s friends”

-Not anyone’s friends.

That blood chilling voice of the people he once knew. Ka didn’t know those people anymore.

The voice hushed, as the strings surrounding the horse glimmered in the moonlight, which was struggling to peek out from under the layer of clouds.

He lightly pulled on one of the strings, feeling as his energy was slowly leaving his body.

He closed his eyes, concentrating. He pulled the string-

He had to know if he could still do it in this forest.

In this forest, he was banished to by his friends-

“Not your friends”

-not his friends-

“Not anyone’s friends”

-Not anyone’s friends.

In this forest, he was banished to by nobody’s friends.

He suddenly realised he’d forgotten about the string in his hoof, preoccupied with his thoughts. The string snapped in his grip, as his eyes shot wide open.

One of the tree’s strings fluttered in the chilly breeze. Clearly one weak string didn’t do so much to the tree- only a few leaves turned dark- burned -around the edges.

Ka sighed. He has a lot of time to work on his power.