You see horses.
You see horses.
Two horses in the distance, standing in a small clearing. You quickly hide behind one of the trees and watch them. It's hard to see them, as they are partially see-through. They look black on the inside. Their opacity is fluctuating slightly as they calmly converse.
One of the horses looks straight at you.
You jump. Your heart starts to race. Is this bizzare lucid dream turning into a nightmare, or is it real and you are about to be kicked to death by this ghost equine? Looking directly at you, it speaks.
"We can hear you breathe. And more importantly, we can smell the tobacco in your pocket. Come out, Fiend."
You won't outrun a spectral horse. Looks like you have no choice.
You come out and walk over to the creatures. Both are around the size of a regular horse. One is slightly shorter and darker in color. It speaks.
"Are you made of meat? You're one of those flesh-based creatures, huh? We have a few living here, in the Realms. Some more deformed than others..."
Spectral horse watches you shiver.
"We know your kind is fragile. Provide us with cigarettes, and we will lead you to heat and sustenance."
You reach into your leather coat's pocket.
As you all smoke, you watch the horses become opaque as they inhale. You can see them fill up with smoke, then exhale it and become see-through again.
"I'm Crystal, and this is my friend, Tina."
You nod but say nothing, as they expected. Ghostly horses are very intelligent.
Taller horse, Tina, speaks.
We were actually planning to visit our aquaintance, who is one of your kind. Not deformed, too. You're coming with us.
Get inside me."
Get inside, you stupid fiend! You're coming with us!
You quickly finish and drop your cigarette.