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EXPERIENCING DEATH
Response To : The snow is so thick that Utah doesn't see where he is going and slips on ice. The ice breaks, causing him to fall in cold water that gets him sick. He walks to find an unearthly shelter that is home to a fawn and a mare.

If he had been thinking, he wouldn't have continued.
If he had been thinking, he wouldn't have felt the icey knives.
If he had been thinking, he wouldn't have awoken into a dream.

The snow flew from Utah's heavy footsteps as he plowed his way through the heavy white stuff. Running away from the threat of a wolf into the blizzardly unknown, the stallion was fleeing blind. The snowflakes had grown thicker, and all the dunskin could see was white. White everywhere. No sign of trees, no sign of anything but thick unyeilding white.

He recognized a moment too late that there was something strange about the absense of trees, or the all consuming snow. As he pressed his forlegs down for another stride a mighty

CRRRAAAACK

sounded, and all at once Utah felt the absolute fury of ice cold water engulf his entire being. He had no opportunity to even try and climb out. Like a great black hole, the horse was sucked into the bitter cold of the lake he had been running on, and he thrashed wildly, instinct forcing him to panick to get to the surface. Eyes wide, only seeing the dark of the water, Utah was completely turned around, not knowing if he were swimming up or down. In his frenzy he momentarily caught glimpses of falling ice, of flashes of light, but the suffocating black was closing in on him. Throat constricting with the absense of air, his skin feeling like he was being torn apart by the cold, the stallion realized in a moment of serene calm, this was the end.

A pain in his heart, unrelated to the ice and lack of air, pierced through him like a knife. The thought of them flashed through his brain, even more hurt tearing at his soul. At least in this infinite black he wouldn't have to feel the sorrow. Slowly, the stallion closed his eyes, feeling his muscles freeze, his lungs start to collapse as he let the darkness swallow him.

So dark.

So cold.

He wasn't sure what dying felt like, never having done it before, but it was a lot more painful than he would have thought. The cold continued to bite at him, and he could feel the sting of the freezing air slash at his tortured lungs and throat. There was the strangest pulling sensation in his back legs as well. He sure hoped it wasn't like this forever now that he was dead. He was so done with the cold. The ice crystalizing inside of his nostrils was obnoxious too.

Finally, the blessed relief of warmth. At least that finally ended in death. His lungs still ached though. Infact there was a very strange tickling that ran through them and up his throbbing throat. That warmth was a little hot too. Ugh. Dying was well... rotten. Maybe he should have struggled to live a bit more.

Utah let the blackness envelope him once more, floating in and out of the strange death he lived and the utter absense of nothing. Somewhere inside his frozen mind, he must have realized that he wasn't yet dead, but suffering a painful limbo, something the gods were probably torturing him with.

It wasn't until he felt the warmth and redness beneath his eyelids that his body began to awake. Finally, he would get where everyone went when they died. At least it was warm. He felt out with his senses, hearing the soft bubbling of water. The falling of something tiny and delicate on blades of grass. A calmness settled over him as he thought of fresh green pasture, and he could almost smell the rich flavor from the blades tickling his nose. After a good long while of soaking in where his deathly destination was, he tried opening his eyes, only to be greeted by a blinding white once more. He winced at the brightness, and as he did that heard a distinct shuffle of heaviness on grass. Perhaps there was grass in heaven... or hell, wherever he was.

Once more he slowly began opening his eyes, letting his lids expand by milimeters at a time. The first thing his unfocused eyes could see was the soft bubbling of heavenly warm water, causing steam to billow all around him, for he realized then he was laying quietly inside of it. He let his pupils be mezmerized by the lifting fog for a moment before something lovely and red caught his eye. He lay still, letting himself recognize the shape as a lovely long, delicate red angel lay on a bed of absolute green grass before him, a strange collection of wood panels behind her. Strangely a white fawn lay by her, not too far off.

"Am... am I dead?" He asked the quiet crimson guardian, his voice thick, harsh and gutteral. It hurt to talk.

"Surpsingly, no." Came the soft gentle reply, as the red mare smiled over at Utah, the fawn walking over to the lady, while the enclosed abandoned manmade hot spring kept the little party safe from the raging blizzard.

Word Count: 851
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Utah's Story
Fight Or Flight <<>> Awwwkward

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Stallion: Utah(#44)
In response to: Find Manmade Structure + Ice Breaks(2 healing images or Bronze blackberries required) + Items + Encounter with animal + Find Mare - 1
Art features: Mare 115 FootyBandit
Story features: Mare 115 FootyBandit
Word Count: 851

Aging: NA
Healing: NA
Pregnancy: NA
Captured: NA

Other notes:

Description

EXPERIENCING DEATH
Response To : The snow is so thick that Utah doesn't see where he is going and slips on ice. The ice breaks, causing him to fall in cold water that gets him sick. He walks to find an unearthly shelter that is home to a fawn and a mare.

If he had been thinking, he wouldn't have continued.
If he had been thinking, he wouldn't have felt the icey knives.
If he had been thinking, he wouldn't have awoken into a dream.

The snow flew from Utah's heavy footsteps as he plowed his way through the heavy white stuff. Running away from the threat of a wolf into the blizzardly unknown, the stallion was fleeing blind. The snowflakes had grown thicker, and all the dunskin could see was white. White everywhere. No sign of trees, no sign of anything but thick unyeilding white.

He recognized a moment too late that there was something strange about the absense of trees, or the all consuming snow. As he pressed his forlegs down for another stride a mighty

CRRRAAAACK

sounded, and all at once Utah felt the absolute fury of ice cold water engulf his entire being. He had no opportunity to even try and climb out. Like a great black hole, the horse was sucked into the bitter cold of the lake he had been running on, and he thrashed wildly, instinct forcing him to panick to get to the surface. Eyes wide, only seeing the dark of the water, Utah was completely turned around, not knowing if he were swimming up or down. In his frenzy he momentarily caught glimpses of falling ice, of flashes of light, but the suffocating black was closing in on him. Throat constricting with the absense of air, his skin feeling like he was being torn apart by the cold, the stallion realized in a moment of serene calm, this was the end.

A pain in his heart, unrelated to the ice and lack of air, pierced through him like a knife. The thought of them flashed through his brain, even more hurt tearing at his soul. At least in this infinite black he wouldn't have to feel the sorrow. Slowly, the stallion closed his eyes, feeling his muscles freeze, his lungs start to collapse as he let the darkness swallow him.

So dark.

So cold.

He wasn't sure what dying felt like, never having done it before, but it was a lot more painful than he would have thought. The cold continued to bite at him, and he could feel the sting of the freezing air slash at his tortured lungs and throat. There was the strangest pulling sensation in his back legs as well. He sure hoped it wasn't like this forever now that he was dead. He was so done with the cold. The ice crystalizing inside of his nostrils was obnoxious too.

Finally, the blessed relief of warmth. At least that finally ended in death. His lungs still ached though. Infact there was a very strange tickling that ran through them and up his throbbing throat. That warmth was a little hot too. Ugh. Dying was well... rotten. Maybe he should have struggled to live a bit more.

Utah let the blackness envelope him once more, floating in and out of the strange death he lived and the utter absense of nothing. Somewhere inside his frozen mind, he must have realized that he wasn't yet dead, but suffering a painful limbo, something the gods were probably torturing him with.

It wasn't until he felt the warmth and redness beneath his eyelids that his body began to awake. Finally, he would get where everyone went when they died. At least it was warm. He felt out with his senses, hearing the soft bubbling of water. The falling of something tiny and delicate on blades of grass. A calmness settled over him as he thought of fresh green pasture, and he could almost smell the rich flavor from the blades tickling his nose. After a good long while of soaking in where his deathly destination was, he tried opening his eyes, only to be greeted by a blinding white once more. He winced at the brightness, and as he did that heard a distinct shuffle of heaviness on grass. Perhaps there was grass in heaven... or hell, wherever he was.

Once more he slowly began opening his eyes, letting his lids expand by milimeters at a time. The first thing his unfocused eyes could see was the soft bubbling of heavenly warm water, causing steam to billow all around him, for he realized then he was laying quietly inside of it. He let his pupils be mezmerized by the lifting fog for a moment before something lovely and red caught his eye. He lay still, letting himself recognize the shape as a lovely long, delicate red angel lay on a bed of absolute green grass before him, a strange collection of wood panels behind her. Strangely a white fawn lay by her, not too far off.

"Am... am I dead?" He asked the quiet crimson guardian, his voice thick, harsh and gutteral. It hurt to talk.

"Surpsingly, no." Came the soft gentle reply, as the red mare smiled over at Utah, the fawn walking over to the lady, while the enclosed abandoned manmade hot spring kept the little party safe from the raging blizzard.

Word Count: 851
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Utah's Story
Fight Or Flight <<>> Awwwkward

.----------------------------------------------------------------.

Stallion: Utah(#44)
In response to: Find Manmade Structure + Ice Breaks(2 healing images or Bronze blackberries required) + Items + Encounter with animal + Find Mare - 1
Art features: Mare 115 FootyBandit
Story features: Mare 115 FootyBandit
Word Count: 851

Aging: NA
Healing: NA
Pregnancy: NA
Captured: NA

Other notes: