Alright still counts as yes.

It throws back its head and canters towards Aaron--if he wasn't so close, perhaps he could have fled.

The dark-ness can be any-thing, every-thing you need.

The shape of the horse blurs and fades just before it would have hit Aaron hard enough to send him flying. It curls around his body, and shadows run over his skin like spilled ink.

Slowly, it sinks into him.

It's cold.