[This sort of world Hayame understood. Things made sense. The grass was green, the sky was blue, the rocks were brown. The monsters… no, they were strange abominations, but they still made sense. They bled when cut, they died when struck through the head with an arrow…
Or at least, most of them had. Hayame had arrived in this world alone, and whether luck or misfortune she had not encountered anyone else in her race to find the shard of the world- whoever’s this was. At least, not anyone she wished to get closer to or approach. Her quiver was still half full, she had her naginata, her armor, because even in a dream Hayame is a warrior…
But what do you do if your enemy has no head?
The gloom creeps upon her, an oppressive heaviness, darkness nipping at her heels. By the time she realized it was an actual entity and not just some sort of curse hanging on the place, she has to try and fight… but her weapons do close to nothing, and she is forced to try and retreat, hooves thundering in the dungeon corridors as she searches for a safe place to regroup. Despite her heavy weight and large body, two traits that generally made people think she was incapable of climbing anything, Hayame throws herself up a nearly sheer slope of rock, using speed and momentum to carry her most of the way and desperately seizing at old metal bars to try and haul herself the rest of the way, just barely getting a foreleg onto the ledge, muscles in her arms straining to try and get up that last bit-
Until the shadowy, writhing figure of one of the Gloom Hands latches onto her back fetlock, her movement is arrested and she feels power begin to falter in her body, weakening, hooves scrabbling for purchase and her grip beginning to slip, whites of her eyes rolling wildly with a hint of fear, just enough that when she catches sight of movement, a pair of shoes, before she can even identify who the other person might be—]
LINK'S WORLD
[This sort of world Hayame understood. Things made sense. The grass was green, the sky was blue, the rocks were brown. The monsters… no, they were strange abominations, but they still made sense. They bled when cut, they died when struck through the head with an arrow…
Or at least, most of them had. Hayame had arrived in this world alone, and whether luck or misfortune she had not encountered anyone else in her race to find the shard of the world- whoever’s this was. At least, not anyone she wished to get closer to or approach. Her quiver was still half full, she had her naginata, her armor, because even in a dream Hayame is a warrior…
But what do you do if your enemy has no head?
The gloom creeps upon her, an oppressive heaviness, darkness nipping at her heels. By the time she realized it was an actual entity and not just some sort of curse hanging on the place, she has to try and fight… but her weapons do close to nothing, and she is forced to try and retreat, hooves thundering in the dungeon corridors as she searches for a safe place to regroup. Despite her heavy weight and large body, two traits that generally made people think she was incapable of climbing anything, Hayame throws herself up a nearly sheer slope of rock, using speed and momentum to carry her most of the way and desperately seizing at old metal bars to try and haul herself the rest of the way, just barely getting a foreleg onto the ledge, muscles in her arms straining to try and get up that last bit-
Until the shadowy, writhing figure of one of the Gloom Hands latches onto her back fetlock, her movement is arrested and she feels power begin to falter in her body, weakening, hooves scrabbling for purchase and her grip beginning to slip, whites of her eyes rolling wildly with a hint of fear, just enough that when she catches sight of movement, a pair of shoes, before she can even identify who the other person might be—]
Help—