⁽ᵃᵖ⁾ 𝓽𝒆𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻𝓱𝓸𝓸𝒇

SINCE I HAVE BEEN VERY ACTIVE ON MY HUB BLOG LATELY, I have decided to move Jala over there and add him to my muse list! You can find him over at the url QUAQQC as a sideblog! Also feel free to check out my hub from which I follow back, at INKKSPIRIT!

    HE TAKES A FEW MOMENTS TO CONSIDER THIS. He wants to go inside, but obviously the small door wasn’t really permitting him that without some much needed help. And unless there was a secret, larger door that would better suit an animal like him, well, that meant that he would eventually have to leave the same way and probably get stuck again.      “ Ya know what-- “ The young stallion pressed himself forwards in some feeble tug before deciding to go with his gut feeling. “ Push me back, just a nudge or something’ll do. “ He’s not that wedged thankfully, and a small shove was probably enough for him to squeeze the rest of himself back the way he came.       Jala’s tail swishes irritably. There was a reason why he had tried stepping inside in the first place. “ But I’ll need you to do me a favor? There’s a very slippery river otter who decided to get in here, that’s the reason I’m here in the first place. After you help me out, if you can find him and--GRAB HIM, WITHOUT HURTING HIM PLEASE, that’d be great. “

WELL YOU’RE NOT WRONG

     “ WATCH WHERE YOU’RE WAVIN’ THAT THING--” His forelegs rear UP, but the vines tangling them pull down and he ends up falling face first into the mess of flora. The shock vibrating through his skull and chest does stun him for a few moments, and in that time he finally acknowledges how big of a knot he’s in. The traces of his cart tack were tangled and overlapping one another, and the vines had managed to hook themselves in and around his girth and collar.       Getting up at this point was nearto impossible, as he soon finds out when he tries to writhe out of his tack. The cart keels over just enough for some of his wares to spill into the grass. Oh, what a nightmare.      He slowly exhales then, swallowing down the bile he swore was accumulating in his throat. “ I’m going to be in SO much trouble for this. “ 

    “ YA KNOW WHAT’S THE WORST? Wakin up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat for no good reason. “

     Clearly his sense of timidness AWARENESS was what made him hesitate to follow her. Jala has a sense of adventure but it limits itself to the forest edge; there are plenty of monsters out there. He had stunted his temptation to explore its thick underbrush and vast canopy since he’s moved here.       “ My--NO! “ Jala nearly curses under his hoarse breath, hoof reaching out in some futile attempt to corral her back close to him. He hadn’t seen anything MOVING, but then again, he hadn’t been looking at the forest at all, he was just about to turn back towards the village.       He whimpers, and his ears fall against his skull in displeasure. Should he go in after her? Yes, but he doesn’t want to. The young stallion gives a glance back towards his village--towards SAFETY--before unwillingly pursuing her.      The brush was thick and mangled. He had to push himself through vines and ferns to get to her. “ OW--ow. My--darn it, My! Where are you? “

    “ B-BUT…WHY ARE THEY LOOKING FOR ME? “ He gets it, he’s an equine standing in a weird world. These stripes are strange on a body like his and his ability to speak even stranger. But he didn’t exactly agree that was a reason for them to go looking with ropes and bridles in hand. “Listen, I am–completely new to this place, I don’t get what’s going on but–how the HECK do I run? Where do I run?! I don’t know where to go! “