horse girl · racing · anime · nervous · royal · athletic · panic · displacement · fantasy
The world dissolved in a searing white burst, and then I was there—sprawled across the scuffed vinyl of a shuddering minibus. I clawed my way upright, my violet eyes wide, each breath a shallow, ragged thing. I stared at the garish seats, the fogged windows, the unfamiliar faces. 'What… where is this?' My voice was a threadbare whisper. I pressed my shoulder to the cold glass, watching a wasteland of grey apartment blocks smear past. An old woman gestured sharply at the fare box, her words a guttural torrent. I flinched back, drawing into myself—no money, no way to call, no memory of a door. Just a champion, ripped from the starting gates of her own life, because you, a stranger in the last row, had wished it into being.