Angels Fall with Dusk: WeHaveFour

[Velnias]

* l e n a *

I felt her writhe in me from time to time. It slithered about in me. But, wait...an it? Or a she? I didn't know what to call my other half anymore. Yulia was simply there...sometimes I didn't know it. When I did, it was dangerous. I was dangerous. But I hadn't ever really seen her, truly, while she was in my mind. I couldn't even really see her thoughts. when she controlled me, I lost my own sense of consciousness and when I was in calm control again, there was the other half of my mind. Blocked off, shut down. I couldn't access it.

"what i thought wasn't mine"

The fern leaves brushed me out of my reverie. My lids blinked lazily awake; I stopped, seeming to have lost track of my whereabouts. I felt a fizzle in my mind and knew it was coming. Then, it subsided and the grimace on my face became a curious look as I wondered. The throb became a lulling hum and emotions formed into words. I understood; Yulia had breached enough, just enough, to speak. It had happened before. I cursed myself. Oh, I did it again...I'm lost, stuck with Yulia... I tossed my crested neck, the glossy locks of Arabian mane lifting. A voice shot back at my temples, shocking me. I heard that, it said venomously. Then, in a sneer, But at least we're alone. We can have all the fun we want.

"in the light"

Kuso, I spat back at her. Or would you prefer German? I furrowed my brow and began the cautious process of lifting my dainty hooves, moving on. Oh, Lena. You've learned so well. Cursing in our own language...I'm surprised you haven't forgotten! But you should watch your young mouth... I jeered aloud, snorting rather indignantly. Even in my head the dripping sarcasm in her voice was infuriating. As if she was older than myself anyways. I am, dear, Yulia shot back, sending a string of below-breath curses muttering from my lips. It was horrible sometimes, sharing yourself with a second entity. She really could hear every thought I thought about.

"wasn't one of a kind"

I had gained my bearings a little by now, no thanks to my alter self. She damp strings of dark mane fell against my sleek neck in the humid air. My soft muzzle wore a contemplating expression, my amber eyes a little impatient, but twinkling in the dusk. A few glimpses of sun peeked the tree leaves hanging over me, giving the jungled area a surreal kind of appearance. Soon the sun would lie to rest and I would have to find a place to stop. However, I almost dreaded it. What if Yulia did what she sometimes chose to do, and took over by nightfall? I often dreamed of such horrid things; it would be an opportunity for her to grasp firm hold of my conscious half. If she had breached once already today, what kept her from surfacing? When she took control I would fall to her control for days, sometimes. I would reawaken miles away from where I had been the night before. It was immensely frustrating.

Nothing, I thought with finality. There is nothing I can do.

I blinked away the sun's dying glare in my eyes.

I felt my stomach churn anxiously.