Witch caught herself momentarily admiring the dark chocolate mare as she hesitantly stepped forward, most of her focus on the mare was purely out of cynicism, the other part was unexplainable — even though only momentarily, the dappled mare seemed captivated for at least a full minute or two. Strings of pearly white, gray and smoky off-white danced loosely over her smooth, velvet furred forehead. Her tail curled and spun, the gray plumage wore the classic look of an Arabian’s thin wispy tail, she let it rise and fall with the swarms of night-prowling gnats that continuously washed over her. Each gust of ocean wind swept them away, after the waves of breeze settled, they returned again to stinging her underbelly and inner thighs, again and again she swatted at them, her nose upright, nostrils pulsating tightly as she smelt the identity of this stranger horse. Mare, no doubt, alone? Witch wasn’t much for social matters or gatherings, she preferred the other side of corresponding with others — the sarcastic, unforgiving and cruel humor side.

The twinge of admiration had come and gone, a ripple of peacefulness entered and fled, leaving her feeling as she normally did, distant and self-righteous. Her mouth tapered into a greasy smirk, her chocolate eyes bent just slightly in the mares direction, Witch remained still, letting just her eyes follow the mare as she came nearer and nearer.

witch.
this is what the world is for,
making electricity.

Witch waited, her ghostly skeleton eerily still as she watched; like a cat prowling for mice, she watched the mare be swallowed into the dark tunnel. Witch’s hooves immediately shifted and she brought herself slimily down the rocky slope, down into the sand where the entrance of this damp corridor awaits. There was no question, this mare had surely heard her by now, so the dappled mistress wasted no time slinking into the horse size opening to the dungeon, curiously hunting for the mare’s shadowy frame.

Her voice chimed and Witch’s thin, smoky body came to an abrupt halt. She was quick to retort with was maniacal chuckle, stepping forward as the other mare did, equally confident in herself, maybe even more so. Witch scrunched her eyes together as if she was trying to get a better look, “Well you’re not Starfire!” She raised her voice with a boom of laughter, as if she had really mistaken the mare’s body for that of someone else. As if she cornered her in a cave thinking she was someone else…

“Huh.” She pursed her pale lips with mock thinking, “What should we do now then?” Witch’s eyes pinned onto the mare’s delicate, sweet face, licking her smooth, hungry lips as she slid forward on flexible ankles. “I’m Witch.” She purred, skirting her lips gently against the mare’s nose, “What’s yours?” Her tail slashed from one side to the other, her wide, primal eyes fluttering across Adrianna’s face with deviousness.

witch.
this is what the world is for,
making electricity.