Frozen Footrace: Part Two, Leg Four by gutpunch, literature
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Frozen Footrace: Part Two, Leg Four
The purple flag now proudly woven into his scruff, Ruger made his way toward the Ravine mountain range that loomed in the distance. Slowly, more and more trees began to encroach upon the widespread plains, beckoning him on and into their depths. They were nothing like the trees of the Eternal, which he had yet to explore, but had heard numerous stories about the legendary forest. Best not to think about that right now, he thought, shaking his head free of the ideas. Still wet, the fur on his body clung to his skin and allowed the chill to seep into his skin, past the flesh, into the bone. Ruger welcomed the shelter from the trees. They would
“Ma’am?”
A curled ear twists around to face the voice’s direction. Head held high, brown eyes looking onwards at a non existent destination, Sakura continues walking at a slow pace. The servant is new to the palace, unaccustomed to the queen’s usual silences. She has done so much talking over the past weeks. Months. Her throat consistently, subtly ached, flesh cracked and dry, ready to split at the seams should another word be uttered. Opium infused honey remedies the situation, but only for so long. The help mare was uncomfortable -- that much Sakura could sense. A quiet, relaxed sigh scratch its way from her l
Ignacio's Escape Room: Prompt 4 by gutpunch, literature
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Ignacio's Escape Room: Prompt 4
Their hooves gently slid on the iridescent rocks. Sakura could sense the whole group, and felt them moving forward with her, but yet she couldn’t feel time. What had felt like hours, lost to the sound of gravel underfoot, was only minutes. She blinked and the hours were now seconds, and there was a child next to her, and then a day had passed. No, only a few minutes. She had never associated Ignacio with the concept of time (except maybe the end of times). Her skin prickles, following the wave of panic washing over. Everybody was fleeing. Something nipped at her heels. Craning her neck, white-eyed and afraid, the pegasus mare jolted at
Ignacio's Escape Room: Prompt 3 by gutpunch, literature
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Ignacio's Escape Room: Prompt 3
Why had she chosen this game? Ignacio’s single laugh prickled every hair on her body. It was singlehandedly the most ominous thing she’d ever heard. His voice echoed in the contracting room. The sound bounced off the walls. The walls that were... contracting? Her eyes wildly looked around the room, from the doorless void to every single player and back again. They all scrambled to keep their footing before sliding down into the abyss. Instinctively, her wings spread out, trying in vain to stop the fall that wasn’t happening. She hung there, next to several other horses, and then suddenly there was ground beneath their hooves