Chapter 1: Cultural holiday
The quiet whistle of the wind sent sand tumbling over dunes and the half-covered road to Shady Grove, several hundred miles away from Las Pegasus. The gem filled mountain rising up high towards the clouds, topped with a cone of snow that sent one of the few streams of water through the vast desert towards the ocean far away. Nestled at the bottom of the mountain was a small village with several rows of houses, stores and even a luxurious hotel just tipping out of the long shadow cast by the mountain to sit in the gleaming sun. On the road, a single wagon rumbled along lonelily. It was an oak wooden wagon with a cl
Chapter 11: The dinner
Storm and Ruby continued to enjoy the festival for the next few hours, Storm exploring the various hypnotic possibilities now open to him. He tried ‘Bait’ which was a game where a pony had to hold onto a pole whilst being swallowed by a lamia, more stall games centred around hypnosis and even something like a climbing wall but using lamia tails instead. Ruby mostly snuck around Storm, snagging a pony or ten with her coils during the games whilst they couldn’t resist, but it soon began to get late.
“Time to go, Storm… in both senses.” Ruby said and Storm looked upset. “Until ne
Chapter 10: Hunter and Prey (part one)
Bolt felt oddly heavy and sluggish as he stirred, eyes still closed, content to try to catch at the wisps of his fading dreams. He could hear soft murmuring, like steady chanting but his sleepy brain was floating over what the words actually were. Bolt tried to move and felt squishy softness gripping his body, weighing him down from all around. The chanting softened in tone and he decided to stop moving and let the softness continue to weigh him down, it was fine… he could let it happen, should let it happen… just… just relax… drift… drift………
Bolt felt a
The deep stretch of forest was alive with the sound of birds, occasional soft patter from little woodland creatures and slithering from snakes prowling around. It was tranquil and peaceful, far from the noisy campground that had been set up and as such it was generally rather peaceful save for the occasional hiker trudging through the woods. That is, save for a lone, solitary tent where a pegasus stallion sat by a fire all on his lonesome.
Twinwing sighed, sitting back on his haunches as he fumbled with the little box of matches. A clump of snapped and burnt out matches had been dumped inside the little fire pit he’d manage