Post by cavathecannibal on Aug 13, 2011 16:25:02 GMT -8
A figure danced gracefully through the darkness of night, the only light was that of the moon. Her eyes shifted; the sweet chill of eerie-ness climbing up her spine. A smile, a laugh, a quiet realization no one was around made the chill stronger.
"Is it true?" She asked herself aloud. "Have I gone mad?" Normally, she would haven't the slightest worry that she had gone mad, but now it was different. Night changed her in the creepiest and sneakiest of ways.
Enough Adamina! She scolded herself. You won't turn out like your father, you promised yourself. Remembering her father made her upset. He, in the most literal of ways, was the craziest, most power-hungry stag that ever lived. She remembered the glimmer of evilness in his eyes as he watched the other foals in her herd fight. His eyes; the most golden of yellow. Swift and easy as they looked around. The definition of evil. He trained the others and gave them each the exact same speech.
"When you grow older, my children, you will fight along-side the winged ones. You will take control! And together, you'll bring yourselves to victory!!"
'Yourselves' as in himself. He wanted his children to fight and bring him power. He wanted to rule the winged ones. Only later in life did Adamina realize how pitiful, ignorant, and stupid his plans were.
Why in the hell would the winged ones let his hybrid children fight for them? And better yet, how would he get his hybrids, or any unicorn pegasus hybrid for that matter, into pegasus territory without them being killed? Or shunned? The answer was there was no way it would be possible. She could be wrong though.
Adamina felt her legs go weak. She collapsed on the ground, only looking at the beautiful night sky. The ground was cold, and it felt rather nice on her sweating coat. She decided tonight would be a night to watch the sky, to think, to possibly dream. To be totally content and forget about the hope that she didn't have.
"Is it true?" She asked herself aloud. "Have I gone mad?" Normally, she would haven't the slightest worry that she had gone mad, but now it was different. Night changed her in the creepiest and sneakiest of ways.
Enough Adamina! She scolded herself. You won't turn out like your father, you promised yourself. Remembering her father made her upset. He, in the most literal of ways, was the craziest, most power-hungry stag that ever lived. She remembered the glimmer of evilness in his eyes as he watched the other foals in her herd fight. His eyes; the most golden of yellow. Swift and easy as they looked around. The definition of evil. He trained the others and gave them each the exact same speech.
"When you grow older, my children, you will fight along-side the winged ones. You will take control! And together, you'll bring yourselves to victory!!"
'Yourselves' as in himself. He wanted his children to fight and bring him power. He wanted to rule the winged ones. Only later in life did Adamina realize how pitiful, ignorant, and stupid his plans were.
Why in the hell would the winged ones let his hybrid children fight for them? And better yet, how would he get his hybrids, or any unicorn pegasus hybrid for that matter, into pegasus territory without them being killed? Or shunned? The answer was there was no way it would be possible. She could be wrong though.
Adamina felt her legs go weak. She collapsed on the ground, only looking at the beautiful night sky. The ground was cold, and it felt rather nice on her sweating coat. She decided tonight would be a night to watch the sky, to think, to possibly dream. To be totally content and forget about the hope that she didn't have.