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// thhuntothbigun 
// Story: Lost of thoughts 
// by CraftAids 
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	There was sound, and he awoke to it. He couldn’t tell where it was coming from and his ears began spastic twitching. He knew that his hearing was directional but he wasn’t used to it yet. He didn’t stand up, since he had slept standing like some kind of horse. Anything else would be ridiculous. He also realized the flaw of hiding in a bush: moving makes noise.

The sound was crunching and scraping faintly. A clack sounded close and somewhat loud. He could see nothing through the bush. He just held still and waited.

The sounds were everywhere. His ears had become agitated and he needed to sneeze. Spaces of blue light had begun to open in the bush through which he only glimpsed leaves falling. A low, quiet growl sounded in the distance. His heart maintained a full, fast, hard rhythm. He held as still as he could and tried not to make noise. White pulsed at the edges of his vision with each pump of his heart. Nothing came. Nothing struck. The leaves continued to fall. 

He could clearly see the brown on what had been green leaves. The nearby grass was now black and the farther off grass was brown. The leaves shook with a pulsing tremor in the ground. There was nothing alive moving in the clearing. He sneezed.

At the maximum speed he could force out of his untrained body, the pony darted through bramble and plane and incline alike, teetering dangerously and unable to intentionally turn. The pulsing was quicker and getting stronger and the sounds stayed the same. He ran by large hole filled ground and orange and purple rocks and a wide, burnt clearing and so much green. He burst out at a riverbank with a clear set of stepping stones and dug into the ground, pushing forward against the earth with each step until he slowed to a stop. He panted, open mouthed, and stared down the rocks for a just a few moments. He looked back through the trees and saw yellow eyes. They were searching. Two bulbous, purple shoulders hung above. a third bulb, he assumed the neck, hung between and lower. A blue head could almost be made out. It’s snout was to the ground, with some sort of light purple string extending up from each side of it’s nose. The sound from before, from when he had been hiding in the bush, had been rubbing, and it clicked once. The creature stopped and tensed, listening for him. 

He turned and reached a hoof out to place it on the first wet stone. He didn’t expect to successfully keep his balance, but his hoof just slid right off and into the water the moment his put weight on it. He let it drag him in.