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Post by Scapeh on Jun 20, 2013 21:05:40 GMT -6
Mist clung to the ground, shrouding everything in a cloak of grey ash. In the distance, a figure emerged, strong and tall. Not overpowering by any means, but a landmark nonetheless. The air was thick and sticky, like warm honey had been poured out into the atmosphere. It wasn't nearly as sweet, though. It was devastating, the quilted heat that lay over the land. When expecting mist, one would think of chilly winds and cold, glaring stars. Not today. The sun hid away as if it were night, but beat down somewhere beyond into the thickness, enveloping everything caught inside. Including myself. Pity, that was. It was my favorite weather to travel in, aside from the sticky heat. I could have gone without it. Still, it was much better than direct rays plummeting down to my pelt, abusing the sooty colour.
I tossed my tiara, giving out a faint whinny. I looked down my spine behind me, examining my being. My slender fifteen hand frame was nothing significant, really. My pillars were strong and held no marks, aside from the earth that had been kicked up in my wake. That was easily shaken off and was of no consequence. I pounded a hind dagger into the ground, shaking off the dirt that hung to my ankles. My coat itself was black as night. Cliché as that sounds, I know, but nothing could be compared to my coat. The depths of the sea even holds colour compared to my form. The only strangeness was along my spine, light grey tendrils sloped down to my underbelly, grasping at my form, slithering with every movement. These markings have been with me my entire life, and I have no reason to have gained them. In every other way, I am a natural unicorn. My mother was a deep colour, my sire I have never known, so perhaps I gained them from him. Doubtless. If I happened to run into him one day and found a similar coat I may as well ask. I flicked my banner, looking forward once again. I blinked, lashes shrouding my vision. Ah yes... my orbs, that was something else that was unique about me. The pools I held were sea green, like the ocean far away, in places where the sun shined and the weather was clear and life was of no worry or consequence. I snorted, my nares flaring. Yes, perhaps I was beautiful in some way. My thoroughbred frame was by no means ugly. Aside from my one bastard horn.
I cringed at the thought of it, but the memories came anyways. "But mother! I didn't mean to do it, I never wanted to do it!" I shivered in disgust at myself and in fear of what the dame in front of me was about to do. I was young and reckless, I hadn't foreseen my consequences. He was just a young child, much like myself. But what my mother saw in him was pure evil. In him there was the ability to steal away her daughter, the ability to take away the life that she had given me and she was not going to let that happen. I bowed my head, in an attempt to make myself small. I did not want to show my mother weakness, but I would much rather show her weakness than take the brunt of whatever force she might give me if I were to resist. I closed my eyes and she yelled at me. And yelled at me. I was no unicorn maiden. I was a stealthy wench. If I was going to go about with the enemy, then I was going to be treated like one.
It was over in a flash, just like that. I was brought back to the present and I felt the phantom pains of my second horn, where it used to grow straight and tall, now a broken limb, shattered and useless aside from showing my status. I blinked to clear my vision of the pain from the long endured experience. I had learned my lesson, and my mother had made sure I wouldn't forget it. She had gotten her dues, even if it wasn't by my own hand. That I do regret in some respects. She had taught me much, but she had brought me pain in the same way. I loved her as only a daughter could, but I hated her as a prison should.
I moved forward, traveling towards the mountain, through the mist and shadow, eyes locked ahead of me, audits swiveling about my crown, listening to anything else that might feel the need to satisfy hunger with a tasty meal such as myself. I wouldn't blame them, but they would have hell to pay if they wanted to take me alive or dead. I snorted, looking into the abyss. "Come and claim me if you dare!"
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Word Count: 817
Muse: Fairly good. Rough at the start, but got around to it in the end
