by imakilljoywannabe » Tue Mar 15, 2016 1:00 pm
Username; imakilljoywannabe
Name; The Static Speaks My Name // Static
Gender; Mare
Coat Colour; Fleabitten Grey Splash
Genotype; ee/aa/Gg/nSPL/Frfr/StSt
Story;
Static wasn't always this way. Once, long ago, she was normal. She could see like any other Kleeare. All of this would change in the span of a single night. Static was still young at the time, not even a yearling. Unlike her fellows, she was not boisterous and loud. She was as curious as any foal, but infinitely more cautious. She could hear a voice in her head who she believed to be guardian angel, one who told her when to stop what she was doing and fall back. It protected her. It kept her alive. That night, she felt brave. Static had approached the nearby forest that the older foals sometimes played in and explored. When she heard nothing from her voice, she ventured inside. A cool breeze chilled her to the bone, but she continued on unhindered. Something in her gut told her to turn back, but her inner voice only goaded her on. She walked through the trees, listening to the sounds of the crickets and the whispers of the leaves. Her voice directed her, taking her in many different directions, to the point where she no longer knew where she was- but she was not afraid. She had her voice. Static finally found where she was being led- a tiny, secluded clearing, hidden away from the world. She stared in awe at the moonlit foliage, the magnificent silver bathing the clearing in an almost ethereal glow. It was like nothing Static had ever seen before. She almost dared not step forward for fear of disturbing the otherworldly aura, but her voice again pressed her onward. As she stepped onto the tiny blades she trembled. But, when the light touched her mane, it all went away. She saw glistening white, and was filled with the strength and courage of a hundred of her kind. She watched the moon, walking until she stood in the very center, closing her eyes and soaking in the light. Without warning the light against her eyelids vanished, replaced by a deep and unending blackness. Static's eyes flew open, and she saw the massive darkness flooding the sky, the sign of a storm to come. With a bleat of fear she hurtled back through the brush, ignoring the voice in her mind that urged her to return to the clearing. She ran until her legs burned, and her lungs were clenched as she gasped for air. She was as lost as before, and her heart constricted as it dawned on her what she had done. She wanted her herd, she wanted her family, she wanted her mother. As long as she remained in the forest, they would be lost to her. She lifted her head to the wind, remembering the way it had caressed her cheek earlier. Following the feeling, she headed the opposite way her voice commanded. But, all was not well. She knew something was wrong, even more so than before. The rain had started to fall, the silver droplets spattering on the leaves and soaking her skin, beads of water running over her rain-heavy coat. She pushed onwards, only to hear her voice start to scream. Fear engulfed her and she stopped in her tracks, stuck where she was through terror. With little left to guide her, she stood rooted to the spot. Fierce gales ripped at her mane and tail, and her eyes were transfixed on a point of complete darkness, void of anything she could possibly be looking at. Her voice told her to run as far from that point as she could, but Static couldn't move. She watched as glowing eyes came forward, a low growl shattering the peace of the pattering rain. With a shriek Static became unglued, and bolted away into the night. She heard the creature chasing her, and knew that slowing for even an instant would spell her death. She ran with all her might, and for a while the pounding of paws behind her faded. With hesitation she finally slowed, and the downpour seemed to cease. All was still, and at last she could hear the familiar whinnies of her herd. With a sharp exclamation she cantered forward, calling out to those closest. The others' faces seemed to light up, as they had been searching for her. However, their expressions of joy quickly changed to one of intense fear. Static could barely let out a confused bleat before she was taken down, feeling claws rip into her flesh just before her temple hit a thick branch, knocking her out cold. She woke later on, and everything about her ached. She could feel the sting of cuts, and the frantic whinnying of her mother. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a weak cry. Static could hear the relief in her mother's neigh, and struggled to open her eyes. But, she saw nothing. She stretched them wider and wider, but the black never faded away to light. It was her mother who first understood, as soon as she heard her daughter's terrified whinny. Static knew that this was wrong, but it took the gentle words of her mother to learn and understand exactly what had happened to her. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she knew nothing could help her now. She was blind.
Over time she came to accept what her head trauma had done to her, and learned to navigate the world through quiet echolocation. She is even quieter than before, but much wiser. She knows the danger that lurks beyond, and it is through her story that she protects the young of the herd through soft words of caution. She has since then had only silence in her mind. The voice that guided her in her youth, was gone. She would never hear its voice again.
((It was fun to write a story for this sweet girl!))
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imakilljoywannabe on Thu Mar 24, 2016 8:06 am, edited 3 times in total.
