a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be
She could feel Macabre now, all around her. It was as if her dam's presence came alive on this land, so close to the mountain peak they'd both called home. Wasp found comfort in this now, as her heavy breathing evened out. The muscles that were once taunt with the will to survive began to loosen. She didn't blink back angry tears anymore, to fight to keep her amber eyes open. She welcomed the relief that came with giving up.
The dark, heavy-set mare moaned hoarsely in the damp sand as she tried to will her vocal cords to behave. "Ma-Mac" She muttered, mostly under her breath, desperate to call out to her long-dead dam. She hadn't felt so physically close to her like this in years. It was intoxicating and confusing at the same time for the exhausted, aching mare.
She wasn't lucid enough to register that someone else was approaching. Her waterlogged ears made it hard to hear anything over the muffled sounds of the rushing sea breeze and the lapping of the waves not far from her ankles. But all of a sudden, someone was there. Wasp attempted to lift her neck from the sand to crane her head, but her body gave out. Instead, she flashed the stranger a mean scowl. "Don't touch me!" She barked weakly.
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