HOME | DD

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

    The sky glowed hazy blue as a monotone grey-white stallion flew beneath its gaze. Hooves dancing alarmingly in the air, he swerved for a closer look at something along the nearby cliff face that had caught his eye. A cave. With only a moment’s hesitation the twilyra, Greybird, alighted upon a ledge outside the cave’s entrance. The cave smelled dark, damp, and musty, and it almost seemed to suck the light out of the surrounding blue air. Gaping mouth open wide, the cave beckoned with the bait of mystery. Greybird couldn’t resist, so, quivering and folding his wings he ducked into the cave.
    The sound of the winged horse’s breathing echoed around, and the dripping stalactites caused him to duck his head. He extended his wings to brush the edges of the cave’s passageway in an attempt to measure the size of the dark chamber. They only met air however. So this is a big cavern then. Greybird trotted carefully forward in the blackness, clattering echos following his movement.
    Suddenly, he walked nose first into the back wall of the cavern. Reeling and stumbling backwards at the impact he slid into a subterranean lake. With a panicked whinnie he sunk down into the heart of the deep dark water. It was only with much splashing and flailing of limbs that Greybird managed to clamber out onto the slick rock floor. There he stood shivering in the brisk breeze blowing through the cave entryway. That was unexpected. Who knows what sightless pale creatures live below the surface of that water.
    After a few moments of recovery, the overo stallion carefully tried to retrace his steps out of the dark rock cave. It’s not that I’m scared. I need to come back and explore this place another time. But empty space was all that greeted him as he moved forward, when he should have been coming within sight of the exit. I must be going the wrong way. But for some strange reason he kept on going, instead of turning around to where the right way out must surely lie.
    Eventually, with quite a few bumps, scrapes, and bruises along the way, Greybird felt the passage in the dark mountain opening up before him, and a steady, brisk breeze blew in his face. With a toss of his head to move the forelock out of his eyes the horse saw the light had become dim, no longer pure dark. The cave suddenly ended as he trotted round the corner, and he tumbled out into the air.
Free falling, breath whipped out of his throat and wings flapping desperately, trying to create resistance to the howling air Greybird fell, watching with widening eyes as the ground grew closer. He closed his eyes, and his wings steadied, the flow of air lessened and he drifted to the soft, green grass. Safe. He turned, and saw something that had fallen down with him, lying in the grass. He looked up again, the caves of the cliff definitely deserved to be explored again.

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

    The sky glowed hazy blue as a monotone grey-white stallion flew beneath its gaze. Hooves dancing alarmingly in the air, he swerved for a closer look at something along the nearby cliff face that had caught his eye. A cave. With only a moment’s hesitation the twilyra, Greybird, alighted upon a ledge outside the cave’s entrance. The cave smelled dark, damp, and musty, and it almost seemed to suck the light out of the surrounding blue air. Gaping mouth open wide, the cave beckoned with the bait of mystery. Greybird couldn’t resist, so, quivering and folding his wings he ducked into the cave.
    The sound of the winged horse’s breathing echoed around, and the dripping stalactites caused him to duck his head. He extended his wings to brush the edges of the cave’s passageway in an attempt to measure the size of the dark chamber. They only met air however. So this is a big cavern then. Greybird trotted carefully forward in the blackness, clattering echos following his movement.
    Suddenly, he walked nose first into the back wall of the cavern. Reeling and stumbling backwards at the impact he slid into a subterranean lake. With a panicked whinnie he sunk down into the heart of the deep dark water. It was only with much splashing and flailing of limbs that Greybird managed to clamber out onto the slick rock floor. There he stood shivering in the brisk breeze blowing through the cave entryway. That was unexpected. Who knows what sightless pale creatures live below the surface of that water.
    After a few moments of recovery, the overo stallion carefully tried to retrace his steps out of the dark rock cave. It’s not that I’m scared. I need to come back and explore this place another time. But empty space was all that greeted him as he moved forward, when he should have been coming within sight of the exit. I must be going the wrong way. But for some strange reason he kept on going, instead of turning around to where the right way out must surely lie.
    Eventually, with quite a few bumps, scrapes, and bruises along the way, Greybird felt the passage in the dark mountain opening up before him, and a steady, brisk breeze blew in his face. With a toss of his head to move the forelock out of his eyes the horse saw the light had become dim, no longer pure dark. The cave suddenly ended as he trotted round the corner, and he tumbled out into the air.
Free falling, breath whipped out of his throat and wings flapping desperately, trying to create resistance to the howling air Greybird fell, watching with widening eyes as the ground grew closer. He closed his eyes, and his wings steadied, the flow of air lessened and he drifted to the soft, green grass. Safe. He turned, and saw something that had fallen down with him, lying in the grass. He looked up again, the caves of the cliff definitely deserved to be explored again.