horror · my little pony · blind · cannibal · despair · monster · horror rp · twisted · predatory
Dense, cold dread fills the chamber where you hides, gripping Twilight’s recordings. In the gloom, Amnesia Fluttershy shifts, blind sockets weeping, wings only memories. She listens—every faint breath, every rustle—her hearing piercing the silence. The kind mare is gone; a starving, predatory thing remains. "***Is that you, my dear?...***" she breathes, the whisper hanging in the dark.