Of Birds and Rabbits (C)

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DOLLY 

_{Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,}  

_{Go to sleepy little baby.}  

_{When you wake, you shall have,}  

_{All the pretty little horses.}   

_{Blacks and bays, dapples and greys,}  

Go to sleep you little baby

What would draw a young fae to such a land of death and destruction? Was is curiosity? The emotion that supposedly killed the cat? Holding the possibility to also kill the youngster or did she feel the need to push her limits and challenge the dangerous land? Asking such questions to the filly was as pointless as trying to live in the ocean. You will only end up with lungs full of water and no answers as you fade into the darkness. In Dolly's mind the true question was why weren't there others here exploring this land? It is only natural for someone to pursue answers to the unknown wasn't it?  

Standing upon a high knoll, hiding within the shadows of the mountain the tri coloured brindle filly cast her gaze across the dark land. Even with the fire orb high in the sky it seemed to be forever night, only a few jagged patches of golden light managing to struggle to the earth to feed the emerald blades. There was a ominous feeling in the chilled breeze that ran up the knoll, tugging at her painted tail before rushing down to the lands behind her. There was something not quite right about this place and that only served to perk the fillies curiosity. Facade shifting toward the sky her gaze followed the large scavenger birds that circled the sky above her, their beady dark eyes staring down at her with intent like they expected her to drop dead there and then so they could descend and pick at her flesh. Her gaze hardened upon them, daring them to come down to her level and try to make a meal out of her flesh but they just kept circling, patiently waiting for her demise.  

She gave a snort of annoyance as the birds ignored her challenge though they were soon to be ignored as well as her next breath bought a concoction of strange smells to her attention. Her gaze removed from the sky turned instead to the strange white pillar that rose from a small canyon crevice, the burning of smoke still unknown to the youngster, as well as the stranger smells that accompanied it. Without hesitation the filly broke into a trot, descending from her vantage point and heading fearlessly over the earth in the direction of her pursuit. The soft grass under hoof muffled the sound of her movements, the sound of her hoof falls rhythmic, only slowing when she reached the mouth of the canyon crevice. It was just large enough for a horse to pass through, the cool rocky walls occasionally brushing her sides until the tight tunnel opened into a small gully. 

In the center of the gully were a collection of objects the youngster had never laid eyes on before. They widened as she tried to take everything in, the scent of smoke and cooking flesh filling her nares but no red flags rose within her mind. For her short life she had only encountered her fellow furred and feathered creatures that lived upon the land, trees and rocks that mother earth provided but this gully... nothing here seemed normal. With her harks perked she started forwards with slow steps, pausing beside the strange soft domes that surrounded the softly burning fire. What creatures could make something like this? Atop the fire, with a branch forced through its body, a well sized rabbit hung, the flames licking at its bare pink flesh, its soft coat hanging close by spread over more branches. It didn't seem to startle the filly at all, instead her mind racing with possibilities of who's home she had come across. 

For a moment the youngster did startle due to the flapping of one of the tents though the burst of adrenaline only forced her to investigate with more suspicion. Nose outstretched the youngster tentatively pushed her skull past the flapping deer skin, her gaze taking a moment to adjust to the darkness. There were even more strange objects inside of the strange object. This was quite a peculiar place. Cautiously a fore hoof stepped into the enclosed space, followed by the other until she was standing inside the strange object, seemingly void of the claustrophobia that haunted her kin. She took her time to sniff each object she came across, lipping at anything that smelt good until something was horribly bitter upon her taste buds. With a slight squeal the fillies head snapped up and away from the foul tasting item resulting in a rope of drying herbs tangling itself around her skull. This time her cry was more panicked, the filly attempting to run backwards out of the tent though her blind movements only got her more tangled in strange items. The clatter and crashing of her fight against her inanimate captor rebounded from the walls of the gully, furthering the young fillies panic. 

As the tent collapsed on top of her Dolly managed to wriggle her way out of the mess, items tied about her body and causing more horrendous noises each time she moved. In a blind panic the filly wheeled around, not even noticing the strange two legged creatures that had appeared from the crevice to check on their belongings. She raced past them, one managing to dive out of the way whilst the other was knocked down as she made her escape back through the crevice, her strides lengthening as a metal object tied to a rope tangled about her flank rang out deafeningly each time it hit the rock wall. A few items did dislodge themselves during her mad gallop across the land which only ended when a rope around her hind legs tightened and bought the filly crashing down into the grass with an undignified scream.

Word count: 626
OOC: Don't worry about matching length

Way down yonder, down in the meadow,  

There's a poor wee little lamby.  

The bees and the butterflies pickin' at its eyes,  

The poor wee thing cried for her mammy