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Post by Maybe on Nov 26, 2010 14:16:24 GMT -5
The forest seemed to loom above the tiny horse like a sinister figure, all dark and gloomy and full of scary things. Her minuscule body was shaking uncontrollably, and it wasn't because of the brisk wind that ruffled her unruly mane.
Pip stepped forward tentatively, her amber eyes shifting from place to place. The forest was silent, eerie almost, except for her own heavy breathing. Tottering forth into the deep, dark woods, Pip tightened her grip on a branch of oak, which hung limply from the bedraggled pony's jaws. She gulped nervously, then, realizing how awful the old, dead branch tasted, she retched silently, screwing up her expressions for a moment to show her distaste. Shaking like a furry maraca, she bounded through the forest, using up every bit of courage she could muster. After what seemed only seconds, but was, in reality, a few minutes, the strange little equine stopped. She was in the middle of the forest, nowhere special.
Around her there were normal trees, normal rocks, normal grass, and normal dirt. Everything was normal. So why would she stop here, at this precise spot? Looming up into the sky, standing right before the palomino vagabond, was a large tangled copse of bushes. She grinned through her mouthful of oak and inched her way forward, ducking her head as she trotted through an opening in the base of the shrubs. Even though her hiding place was completely out in the open, it went unnoticed by everyone. Mainly it was because it was a typical old clump of bushes, nothing special about it. Luckily, most horses that roamed these parts were much too big to fit into the little crevice, except for Pip herself.
As she tunneled her way inside, the little oddball dropped her newest treasure at the foot of what looked to be a tiny mountain of discarded old objects. Amongst the mess there was an assortment of twigs, some of which still had greenery on, a few interestingly-shaped rocks, a broken deer antler, a few random feathers; and an assortment of other useless crap. Looking down at her little pile of goodies, Pip grinned, proud of her collection.
Ever since her brain injury, Pip had had this urge. It came from deep down inside of her, pressing her from somewhere deep within her subconscious. It told her to collect. Collect just about anything that tickled her fancy. She just couldn't help it. She had to collect, it was the only thing keeping her from losing her mind, which many would claim she'd already lost. But Pip had never been normal, not in her present memory, at least. Pip had secretly lived here in the Dappled Forest since last spring, creeping around silently and evading the notice of anyone, not that anyone lived in this forest. Nevertheless, she had successfully avoided notice here, perhaps because of her small stature and quiet nature, or because of the fact that there was no one here to find her.
Tired, Pip yawned and circled inside her tiny hollow before she folded her delicate legs up underneath her and closed her eyes to sleep. And her dreams settled in...
Word Count: 524
Inspiration: My dog Rebel :3
Comments: If a horse claims this land, it can either find her and kick her out, or let her stay, or it can leave her alone. But that would be borinnnggg.
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