Northstar Vale to kick around as a toy

dated to july 6th/7th (she do be trespassing) 

it had become apparent, finally, that the curse had set in. days had gone by without sleep; only the darkness behind her eyelids when she tried. her throat became dry, the pain inside her head a constant companion. drool slipped from gaping jaws, and her aching limbs would not still. the cliffs had been her plan, but somehow the thought of the ocean, all that water stretching and dying within it, had become unbearable. 

and so she made for the mountains. she would not allow herself to become what the white demon had been. 

but somewhere along the way, something had shifted. as she went, soft growls and snarls had begun to leak from her muzzle, something slipped away from her gaze. and then he came, walking alongside, that demon. she ignored him, at first. but then she stole glances, drifted nearer only to retreat. bared fang, and yet he would not look at her. until he did, and his eyes were not the deep brown she so clearly remembered, but golden yellow, and she blinked and he was gone.

moonshine descended into the vale.