The back and forth, the give and the take. Fear and hunger, folly and friendship. A soft paw hides sharp claws. Play With Your Food, show your appreciation for its sensationalism, its nihilism. One day, it'll be you beneath the teeth of another, so you might as well!

Story gotta be written up

In the dreaming, empty. Tall trees with long fingered boughs that reached, reached but never touched. Quiet so profound that the foal's ears rang... Nothing, nothing at all. Endless wandering, silent- until he heard something. Something that clawed up into a hiccuping whimper, and then it echoed, it echoed down to his very bones.

Deep in the water, deafened by mourning, yearning for stability, the foal put her hooves on the 'ground' and watched it pale and drown.