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"uncoordinated spider knees. Catching fire under water. Clay climbs the ash kisses the sky touches the grass." He moved at an unsteady jolting walk across the meadow. Slugging his limbs along as though each were dead weight beneath his body. Three sets of eyes slit blearily and neither of them hung open creating a disjointed, blurry, triple vision of the world. He staggered, his words tripping over themselves as his tongue stumbled and slurred. Exhaustion and his shattered reality warred with the insomnic paranoia that screamed at him to keep his eyes open, keep moving, keep talking they're there, they're coming for him. Don't stop now. Not now. Not yet, keep going. Why can't I sleep, so tired, I ache. Not yet, not yet, not...yet..

Dust swirled up around his shuffling, orange hooves from the loose sands of the dunes. Salt filled the air and he frowned trying to understand why what he thought was a desert smelled so much like the sea, and beaches. The rotting scent of organic matter dead and washed up by the ocean tieds, the bitter tang of salt, the abundance of water and beneath it all the strong scent of the wind. His orange backed ears twitched back and forth and he alternated, slowly, one lid at a time, through three pairs of eyes until he could get the right set open and focussed. This was the easy part. Now he had to drag his exhausted, bleary mind out of inactivity and force it to comprehend the information he was absorbing. It was hard, so hard, with the warring reality and fiction. He smelled, tasted an ocean but he felt and saw the desert. The two were so similar yet so different that it was nearly impossible on a good day for him to sharpen the edges and see beyond the hallucinations. Today was not a good day.

A soft groan slid from,parted lips as he swayed, unbalanced, in a gentle breeze. He didn't realize what was happening until his knees hot the sand beneath him and his breath rushed forward in a soft, forgotten 'whoosh'. No, not yet, not yet! His mind shrieked incoherent babbles as it tried to coax hin back to his feet, waxing into delusional insanity as his eyes drooped again. He swung his head up in an effort to command his body baack to his feet. His hindquarters swung down heavily on the sand and his head dropped, Nonononononono! He heard the obnoxious screaminsomewhete, distantly in his mind and choked on a terrified sob thinking it was an audible voice. "Stay away, please. Stay away, leave me alone" his voice was strangled and pitiful, dense with the need for sleep and terror. He slipped away between one breath and the next his only comforting thought that the sun was out, shining on his body as it rose mercifully over the earth in mid morning. He could safely claim eight hours of sleep, if he wanted to or was capable. He was neither capable nor desired it. 3 hours, 4 max, was all he would take in a single sitting...

Notes: yes he will be awake in his next post xD still delerious and probably terrified of whoever comes by but he needs someone to attach to and depend on sooo... yeah :3

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[KUNA ✌]

A N A N K E
bid my blood to run, before i come undone
save me from the nothing i’ve become

I can hear sleep calling me. It’s whispering. Like a consoling mother to a child. Like a murderer to its victim. Like death to the dead. Like spiders to the bones of the dead. Oh my gosh. Sleep is going to get me. It can’t. “Come on, Annie-Babe… You can do it…” NONONO. Sleep cannot win. Sleep is scary. Sleep is deadly. Sleep means someone can kill me while I’m sleeping. My bones shake with exhaustion, my muscles scream of sleep deprivation, but I WILL NOT GIVE IN. Fighter am I. Fighter am I.

OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD.

It’s glowing. Orange and red and orange and red and orange and red and colors I can’t make out. The sun is rising and still I’m walking but OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD. Blood. Ew. OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD. Orange and red and orange and red and orange and red and OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD. It must be! It’s got to be! “Blood means death. Death means danger. Danger means run.” OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD. “Bloodmeansdeath. Deathmeansdanger. Dangermeansrun.” OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD. It must be! It’s got to be!

I’m shaking. I can feel it in my bones, starting with my feet and working up to my ears until I’m vibrating. The world shakes around me but OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD. Oh, no. It isn’t. It’s a horse, lying on the ground, with glowing orange parts. Weird. It reminds me of the sunrise. Or the sunset. But both have bright colors of red. Like blood. OHMYGOSH IS THAT BL- no shut up stupid. It’s just glowing orange!

What the freaking heck is he doing lying on the ground?!
Is he dead?
Is the glowing orange his blood?

“Bloodmeansdeath. Deathmeansdanger. Dangermeansrun.”

SHUT THE FREAKING HECK UP.
Okay.
Thank you.

“Are you dead? You must be dead. What’s it like to be dead? Are you just floating around? Can you hear me? Are you just permanently stuck in your mind and all you can do is watch the world fly by? OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD. Ohemgee if you say that one more time I’m going to break your mouth. Sorry I won’t do it again. Yeah right. You will. Of course I will! You know me so well. WELL SHUT UP ANYWAY.”

WORDS: 377 TAGGED: @fishtail MUSE: wheee this should be fun!

^{by ♛befera}

summary - ananke tries not to fall asleep and is just randomly walking around. she sees samhain in the distance and voices and hallucinations and paranoia and whatever in her head mistakes the glowing orange for blood. she basically has an internal battle featuring repeated thought processing and the mantra she hears in her head all the time (blood means death. death means danger. danger means run). so she goes to approach him either way when she realizes it isn't blood but repeated thought processing means she keeps rethinking there's blood and has to yell at herself to convince herself and whoever's in her head that it isn't true. then she goes on a long rant about random stuff and talks to herself and whoever she hallucinates in her head.

italic words indicate voices she hears but no one else does.
bold words indicate ananke's own voice.

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if you're a freak like me don't apologize!

Time hadn't shifted much when his eyes snapped open, all six of them, and stared at the blurring mass of colors that was everything and absolutely nothing. He blinked his eyes, carefully opening only the middle set after a long moment of darkness that terrified him. When he could see again his vision was filled with a stranger. A stranger looming over him. Looming, ominous, dark, strange, unknown. Their shadow stretched towards him, over him. All he could see, once his eyes took in the shadow, was the shadow. He screamed, jerking back and scrambling away. How he managed to get his legs beneath him and his body off the ground in the scramble Sam could never say. He didn't know how he could move at all when the darkness touched him, let alone recall doing so. Once he was out of the chilling, cold, horrifying darkness of the cast shadow he was fine. Trembling and anxious but fine.

His nostrils flared wide with each heavy breath and his ears fell forward well ahead of his scrambling thoughts. Her voice reached him, and he realized she was what had woken him up. It wasn't so bad to be awake, though. He felt refreshed... enough. He turned his orange eyes to her, reminding himself to keep only one set open and took a deep breath to try and still his racing heart, to smother his fear. She hadn't struck at him yet - yet but it could be coming - coming. Always, always coming. They're always there, they're there, they're here.

No! He jerked his head back and up, eyes widening, the second and third pair slitting open to expose a rim of orange as he began to lose control. Not here, not now, not them. Not her. But no one was harmless. Suspicion filled his anxious orange eyes and he peered at her from beneath his tangled forelock as it draped over his face. All he could remember of what she had said was the end of her monologue, or was it a dialogue with herself? It baffled him that she had told him, who had been silent, to shut up anyway. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that she could, possibly, just maybe, more than probably be talking to herself and not to him, Sam. No, no one would do that but Sam. No one wanted only their own company. No, everyone wanted to screw with him. To take every little thought in his mind and every little action and twist and contort it until he no longer recognized himself, or the actions. No, she had to be speaking to him, didn't she? She couldn't be. He didn't know her.

"Fuzzy green spider knees." he whispered to himself, ears twitching spastically back against his head, twitching despite being pinned back in fear. One eyelid twitched around the orange orb inside of it, the muscle spasming with the tension that ran rampant through his body. The sun was out. The sun was out. The sun was out, it protected him. It kept danger away. The monsters couldn't get him without shadows, darkness, night. His eyes dropped to peer at the shadow at her feet, and the shadow that stretched near him. He shivered and tried to side step away from his own shadow, eyeing it warily as it echoed his movements. Why couldn't he ever escape it? "Lazy lizards lying like lumps," his body shivered as the tension trembled through his muscles. 

Who is she. What does she want. She's here, she's here, she'll get you. Run, get away, leave, lose her. "Who are you?" don't speak. Don'tspeak! Don't talk to strangers. Don't play with strangers. Don't take- shutup! -she's a stranger, she'll get you. They always get you. They all want you. All they want is you. Don't let her get you, run. Runrunrunrunrunru- NO!

"he's speaking, shhhh"

Notes: okay he's a confused mess xD he thinks she's one of the ones
out to get him and at the same time he believes she's not. Ohdear.
This is going to be fun :3

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[KUNA ✌]

A N A N K E
bid my blood to run, before i come undone
save me from the nothing i’ve become

He comes alive. He was dead and now he’s alive. Dead, alive, dead, alive, dead, alive. Can he do that? A scream rips from my throat. HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! My cry mingles with his. He’s suddenly scrambling away from me, legs gathering his weight and throwing him back upright. He moves as if he wasn’t a rotting, disintegrating corpse but I can see the little larva crawling out from between his teeth and the peeking of his ribs against his skin. OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD. My eyes turn away from him (he’s rotting and dead and yet he’s alive – might as well give him privacy) but when he speaks they turn back.

Before I can process what he’s saying, he’s dancing away from something and I follow him, muscles spastically twitching. THERE MUST BE BLOOD. I turn to run, legs flying, but the creeping fear of something following me only lends more speed. THERE MUST BE BLOOD. THERE MUST BE BLOOD. THERE MUST BE BLOOD. “Bloodmeansdeath. Deathmeansdanger. Dangermeansrun.” Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrun… So I do. After some strides, I start seeing hoof-prints in front of me. Then, when I turn around, there are hoof-prints behind me. Is someone following me?!

I run faster.
And faster.
And faster…

Suddenly my hooves hit rock bottom. Literally. The sand is worn away, replaced with rock. Wildly I twist, turning and spotting the dead stallion, and jump toward him. “Who’s been following me?!” I squeal, rearing and pawing the air with rapid-fire strikes. “WHO THE HECK HAS BEEN FOLLOWING ME?!” I dance, my eyes rolling to see if anyone is behind me. Or in front of me. OHMYGOSH THERE IS. Oh, chill. It’s just the dead horse. Wait. If blood means death then death must mean blood. OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD. “Following, following, following. Someone’s following. Following me, following you! Following, following, following, following, follo” – I stop suddenly.

He asked me a question. Who are you. Who am I? Who is he? Following, following, following. OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD. THERE MUST BE BLOOD. Blood. Blood. Blood. “Blood, blood, blood.” Blood? BLOOD! “Where is the blood?! Get me away from iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!” My head jerks to the right, a swift movement that cracks the bones along my neck out of place. When it jerks to the left, the bones crack again – this time back into place – and I buck at the movement and feeling. “Blood, blood, blood.” Oh right. Who are you.

“Ananke. Annie-Bear. NO. Not Annie-Bear. Sleep calls me Annie-Bear. DON’T CALL ME ANNIE-BEAR UNLESS YOU’RE SLEEP. Ananke. Ananke! Ananke? ANANKE. Blood, blood, blood.” Shaking. Shivering. Blood. Following. Sleep. Death. Danger. Run. Faster. Faster. Faster. Circles. Sand. Rock. Glowing. OHMYGOSH IS THAT BLOOD.

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^{by ♛befera}

summary - ananke sees sam wake up and thinks he's coming back from the dead. she hallucinates larva and his ribs and blood. when he dances away from his shadow, she spooks and ends up running in circles until the sand is worn away. she sees her own hoof-prints and thinks someone is following her. then she returns to sam and gets all mixed up.