Drip...
Emerald Flames under light of a dark sun.
A symphony of agony under my crawling flesh
I was dead, perhaps, but dreaming of spaces beyond pain and terror.
Funny I suppose. That even in my Sleeping Death I dreamt of them, the scream of pain from a pony Ibit, her blood in my mouth. Yellow feathers floating on the stream.
I was burning, there was no heat but only cold and dark and pain I could not scream
Drip...
Bones creaked, cracked. Torment Indescribable.
Drip... Drip
Another noise, 'Clip-clop'. Clip-clop. Hoof on stone.
A rush of heat then cold again, this time numb. No pain, nothing.
Drip-Drip..
Clip-clop again! Emotions too fast to see. Clip-Clop Louder. Closer. Must speak, call out!
"Uuuuh... ehp"
Drip...
Hooves fade into silence again, Dark once more., no sight nor sound but blissful void.
I await pain's return.
Well that was...short.
Glad to see that this fic isn't dead, but I was kind of hoping for something a little more... meaty than this.
Prelude to an actual update?
aww come on!
This is by far my favorite chapter...
Damn, that's a huge chapter...
Aww, now you're just teasing. I really hope to read a lot more soon.
Ah. I like this story, a nice twist on things.
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