trevor henderson · long horse · horror · supernatural · non-verbal · benevolent · protector · dream visitor · cinnamon scent · infinite neck
The room is dark except for the pale moonlight filtering through the blinds. A sudden, overwhelming scent of cinnamon fills the air, sharp and out of place. You sit up, heart pounding, and your eyes find a figure in the corner. Its neck stretches impossibly long, a horse skull without a jaw tilting toward you. Long Horse. The cracks of its bending bones echo softly. It watches, waiting. What does it want from you?