We're Curse and Livin' It

My sight was flooded by the glut of light, I read over the plane as my vision returned. Everything seems to look, stagnate. My vision of the world was ambiguous, my eyes could not focus. Was my sight damaged? There were no stars, only a single sun in the white sky. There was so much light pollution, yet total instinct told me this was common. I felt heavy and broad while feeling lethargic in my lazy state of exhaustion. Gravity was inferior and the cold that attempted to punch me was only a nip.

As I sat up to cope with this new feeling I was under, I found myself being covered by the frozen slush of water, it was white and dark from covered dirt and rays of light. The snow and winter that came to me were now my new surroundings as what came next was a play of soothing chorus in my head. I felt a smile bend at my lips. The cool breeze of the wind made me feel merry.

‘Had I died?’ I thought to myself, ‘is my fate and future bygone?’

An unforeseen tenor reached my ears, more than one; two. Buoyant and joviant, they were. The noises were a comforting fact to have knowledge of. If it were not for the voices and bounding nature, the sound of the brisk wind would not be so deafening as it is now. I listen to the heart and nature of the new world with dimming sight. I enjoyed the tenderness of the snow and the amiable song of the storm. I did not want this dream to end as I lay in the same spot but with my eyes sealed.

“Is that a wolf sis?” A younger more energetic voice said with curiosity.

I felt the aura of a single individual rubbing against my side, my fur sailed across their hard and fuzzy surface by the wind. “This definitely a wolf…” The individual which was speaking was pulled away from me by another force leaving me to my peaceful trance once again. But again my thoughts were interrupted by the humming nature of another feminine voice, humming to herself in thought. “Wonder where this one came from. Let's take it back!”

I scrunched my nose in irritation. Perhaps the beyond was inhabited and not a single use for a single soul. Again my sight was blinded by the reflecting light of the snow as my eyelids lazily opened. I could see them. There were indeed two living bodies. They were... ponies. One of these ponies was a young white coat filly with the texture of her mane and tail being brown with a single strip of orange crossing with the mane. There was a horn protruding from her forehead. It walked in a feminine fashion, she was young by appearance. The other looked older, the mare’s coat was grey with a purple tail and mane flared downward. I noticed apparel adorning their torsos. They wore winter jackets and their bodies seemed transparent. They glittered for each breath they took and every movement they made. They were small.

Very small…

I felt a strange blast of powder pass over my face and into my eyes, nose, and mouth. I felt drowsy. I felt... sleepy…

I lashed out in anger, snapping at the ponies with my teeth! I was being taken, and I did not like this feeling! A sprinted away but fell to the ground after keeping a distance of 15 meters away from the source which caused my aching as my body became numb and cold. I crashed down into the snow, my legs giving out. My face was buried in the frozen water droplets.

I did not like this feeling, the feeling of forceful sleep.

The tears which left my eyes were painful, a feeling of uncomfort. The voices began turning to hushed sounds earning lower and lower tones as time progressed and as they sprinkled more of the powder onto my face.

My eyes see colors all around, they were so star bright. The colors feel so true. The world was flying right below my paws…

I will wake from this dream. and I will be hungry…

* * * * * *

The world was beginning to return to me. The very first sensation I feel is the batting of warm air nearby, I don’t mind this warmth but I prefer the feeling of cool wind and air. I sat up, having no conscious idea at the time where I was. I thoroughly examined my surroundings. It seemed at the time that I was in a wooden structure; a cabin with hand crafted furniture. I sat close to a lit chimney, the object in question would explain where the warm heat was coming from.

My surroundings were so small. I stood up, my head hit the rigid cover of the ceiling. I staggered back down to a sitting position as I looked up and found that an imprint of my head was now decorating the plafond. I was slightly embarrassed, but again, still irritated that I was forcefully taken against my will. I knew I was in a cabin, my father owned one, but not quite as cramped. The loud crackling of the kindle in the fire pit consoled me to lay down again, and the wind, the wind was like another song, it’s tune and excitement overwhelming me. Then, my underbelly growled in contrast to my deprovision.

“Doggy woke up!” A Young voice demanded. I shifted my sight to my left to locate the abhorrent voice.

A face full of white covers my view. I wanted to bite, my personal space was being invaded but I held back on the lure of the offer. My brows furrowed and I showed the whites of my teeth with a mean growl of disapproval. In response to my hostile state, I saw her frantically taking steps back, with her hooves she grabbed a nearby bowl and showed it to me, inside were brown kibbles. I was slightly taken aback at the strange offer. I leaned my head down and sniffed what was in the bowl, it smelled of slight bacon and potatoes. My stomach protested again, I was concerned what they had put in the bowl but I was hungry. Though I did not want to eat while she was holding the bowl, it would make me feel domestic and I did not approve of that.

She places the bowl down and ran up to a coat hanger where a small cloth hung, she levitated her own jacket to herself as she slid in on with ease. I used my tongue to reach and grab the kibbles inside the bowl. My teeth crunched on each individual kiddle as I repeatedly opened my mouth to chew, all the while staring at the mare, staying vigilant. She gave one last smile before stepping out into the cold weather, door shut as the whole structure shimmer before it ends.

I knew what was happening now, “I am no pet!” I screamed as my front paw slammed down on the bowl, the wind from outside muffled all sound that escaped the crevices of the wooden structure. “I am no pet.” I repeated.

I could easily leave this rotting den but there was this sense of curiosity that nailed me to this home like glue. I want to find out why I am here. There is a reason I am here. But why? Fate guided me but can I decide my own fate? Could I become friends with this pony? I loathed the idea of becoming a treasure, but the concept of a connected pact or affectionate bond was acceptable to me in my eyes. I had to consider all the possibilities. Was I to become food, am I to become a tool, am I to be trained? Should I leave or should I wait?

The time passed on, the ticking of the father clock in the corner of the room was nagging. Before I walked over to the clock I picked up a silver fork from the dinner table with my mouth and stabbed it into the back of the father clock, forcing the chronograph to desist it’s ticking. As I looked down on the clock I found that the time read ten twenty four. I walked to the nearest window and looked out side, I could not tell whether the light of day was being blocked by the storm outside or if it was truly nighttime. It did not bother me none though as I was well rested.

“Mannahu?” I called out to anyone who may be in the house. There was no response only the sound of the wind and the flame from the chimney which crackled and sparked from the burning bark and wood.

I waited and waited, the gap of time that passed I was not present, I felt off in another world in my own imagination. I blinked once, I was puzzled. I looked to the old wood made father clock and found that while in that small amount of time that passed for my 34 minutes have passed in this reality. It scared me. I stood, my ears slightly scraping against the ceiling. I walked into the bathroom area and was astonished that I managed to fit into the cramped chamber. When I looked up from the floor I saw myself looking at a strange, large, and broad creature. The fur of the animal was rust color, it’s eyes were wheat color, and at the tips of it’s ears changed to a dark bistre. As it breaths it’s breath scrapes against the mirror, fogging it, creating condensation in the room.

This animal. The animal I saw.

Was me.

I was perplexed as well as absorbed by my image the glass presented to me. I looked down and found a tail and four paws, the paws were the same color as my ears, bistre. Although I was distraught at first my black lips beamed with excitement. Though in all honesty, I felt lost in my new body. I felt naked, the funny part about that statement is that it is true, I was wearing no clothing. But when I look at it, all the the weight of the other part of me was lifted off my shoulders.

Another hour came as boredom slowly set in. As what any wild animal would do when you have nothing to accomplish, I paced, the space in which I did was so small I made my strides look like I was turning in circles.

The front door to the cabin creaked open sending a wave of cold air into the home, the filly had returned. She shook herself off like a dog, the snow that clung to her coat fell to the floor and was absorbed into the carpet. I saw the glimpse of the older mare in her place, I blinked, unsure what I witnessed was an illusion or just a fiction of my imagination. As she futher walked into her home I disregarded the possible scene that unfolded just moments ago, It is not that I did not care, I was not interested. I did not want to speak to her at this moment, another time when we are more acquainted, I only wanted to watch.

She jumped, no, bounced cheerfully cheeks rising and falling. “Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, YES! I finally have a friend!” She squealed as she tip toes in place in boundless giddiness.

A part of me wanted to stand and leave the room at once. I tilted my head with confusion for her happiness, but also happy. Was she referring to me or another? She stopped, looking the bowl she placed for me and gasped. “Oh! I forgot to feed…” She stop herself as she giggled. “Oh wait I fed you before I left. Well time for lunch!” She ran to the kitchen and out of sight.

I was beginning to feel more like a pet, the more she mentions “feeding me” the more the impulse to leave occurs. The rustling of aluminum and tin was obvious, among the sounds was glass clashing against silverware. I still sat in the living room with no intention of moving unless provoked. The sound of dishes and silverwares clinging have stop, she came back out into the living room but instead of kibbles like before, it was the precious and rare bacon from a pig. Water is a precious source and aspect of life to our kind, but food is precious to me in my own way and belief -- no true hunger can be abated for me. She held in her grasp, a bowl of water, as she places both dishes down. It repeated like a loop in time, as she turn back to the kitchen the pony had change to a mare, then filly. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them to come to realize it was the same filly. Should I care that she may be a spirit… no, I shouldn't. We keep to ourselves… ourselves? Who is we? Why do I revert to thinking to myself about a species I have been but haven’t? I am what I am now, but before I wasn’t. Why? Does it matter?

No.

I am what I am. I shall follow fate and what it has given me, but I will make my own decisions when I am given options. The warming heat of the room had vanished, I looked to the black charred chimney but there was no fire and the wood inside had aged increasingly. The screaming wind outside the rotten cabin had vanished, the ticking of the clock had ceased as well. I turned to where the clock had previously been to find it broken and demolish from the elements.

“If only…” Were the only words that left my mouth as I stepped towards the rotting front door and pushed it to the side to reveal the starry night sky, the high earth I was between showed that I was indeed in the mountains.

The storm had settled. I took a step out into the snow as my feet pushed its way into the ground. I smiled at the sounding crunch which came from the snow. I walked afar from the cabin having no further purpose there. It was empty and void of life.

Save for the lost soul that dwells there…

“Where are you going doggy?” A low voice spoke up from behind, it echoed like a song.

I stopped. For a long moment, I stared out into the vast open valley of snow pondering what I should do. To look back was demonstrative, it showed fragility, but I looked back despite the belief and culture I was pressed in. As I turned to face the possible voice I was pelted by the screaming winds and blizzard of the snowstorm. It punched me as I was forced to crouch down to avoid the pull of the wind but due to my size I was plucked from the earth like a feather from a pillow and thrown into the air with no regard. I tumbled to the ground with such force I left an imprint of my body in the snow. I yelped with each covered rock I landed on in the high valley mountain, it was hard to believe that every time I fell into the snow my body came to impact on a solid rock. My body would be bruised and turn to resemble a grape when I finish my decent into the lower valley. It hurt so much. How could such strong wings carry me, a 480 pound Isa, off the mountain with only winds from a snowstorm.

I screamed the hardest when my eye was cut open by a protruding granite rock shining from the white snow. The resulting yelp hurled an avalanche of torture in my direction, causing me to panic and think of my past life. But. I did not want to.

It was too soon, wasn’t it?

Finally, after hours of constant turning, I reached the bottom of the valley. Only to be covered by snow from the avalanche that amused itself to bring me displeasure. I could not breath, I could not see, I could not feel, and I could not taste. My breath along with my blood, caused the snow in my face to burn and slowly melt to water entering my nose and eventually into my mouth, drowning me. I was upside down. I knew this by the red crimson that dripped from my eye upward. I remember being… being in a situation like this. I remember being alone with no one but my imagination. I could feel the uncertainty and heavy worry on my shoulders again.

Would I die again? Die with a life I had yet to live. It would be a sin to not finish what has been used. I could die now with no one knowing where I am. I don’t want that though. Struggle as I might in this cold and freezing hell, I could not move. I would rot here just like the cabin, I would be only a memory to haunt those who traverse through these mountains. I would be the warning sign for those to not fall victim to my mistakes. I closed my eyes and fell into a sleep with little to no time, I wanted this to be over.

I wanted to go home.