what is [that] sound

[nightsky]

I remember the first day when another child asked his mother, 'Why does he have no eyes?" and she replied, "The unicorns got him." It had been an awful day. It happened half way between my travels from Flaming Passions to this odd feelings valley. I had been so confussed on that day. Back then, in my old home, we had no idea what unicorns were, we didn't even know that they existed. Then again, we didn't know a place like this existed either. We were isolated from the world in our pointless games of light verse dark.

This valley was alot different than my home. In this place that others call a city, your hooves barely touch grass but rather this hard feeling rock-like surface. You can try and place your hooves lightly on the ground so that others can not hear you but it never works. It's like your feet make echoing noises or something.

Auds perked up at the sound of water. It seemed to be falling from a rather high distance to a small pond. Slowly and carefully I walked towards it. My pillars forced my body to a halt when the cool water lightly touched my black hooves.

I cranked my dial around and my auds flickered attempting to caught any noises that would indicate another creature had followed me. Unfortauntely the water falling from such a high distance had made my auds deaf to other quiet nosies.

I waited a second until I was positive there was no sign of immidiant danger. Slowly my crown lowered and my lips parted to drew in the cool water droplets. I drank only a little for the coolness of the water took away my thrist very quickly.

My foelocks fell over the spot where my eyes should have been hiding the fact that I had none. This is the way I usually walked so that others would not bother to pity me. All they would see is my black mane covering up my face and usually wouldn't give me a second look. Well, at least a second look at the spot where my eyes were suspose to be.

They call me blind but they have no idea what blind really is. I see through my ears and hear through my nose. I walk with confidence for I have never been able to see so I do not consider myself defective. I believe the only way you can be blind is if you let yourself be. I could easily walk by my mother every day and wish I had her gifted eyes, instead I walk with confidence because I do not need her gift. I can live without it.

[nazgul]

^{T h e} NAZGUL
THE SHADOW HOST

^{You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?}

Silence. It was a wonderful thing; deceiving, and yet trustworthy. He played silence, much like a musician plays his favourite instrument. The black horse was silence; it came with him; apart of him. His own cloak, billowing out in decisive waves to the rear, as he forged his path forward. And yet, it was not just the silence; it was the whole presence. A presence of the macabre, and yet a falsehood of a friend. Friend or foe, was often the line foggied by his appearance.
Sometimes, his approach was like the cyclone; the horrific storm. His departure something more sinister, leaving behind the minds tainted by watching the beast. Now however, it was the slow foggy sunrise, in which shapes resemble nothing more then monsters. The grey fingers of dawn creeping slowly over the land; there was no announcement of bright, dazzling colours to astound and gawk at. No- sinister. Silent.
There was a presence up ahead. He waltzed through the foreign landscape; remnants of the two legged- constant, unwavering by the path side chosen by him, himself. Like dead, lifeless trees, figures stretched skyward, as gravity fought to bring them lower, they slowly succumbed over many generations.
How deceiving; betraying the hard tarmac and cement was. However, to the unshod horse, it was with ease to go forward lightly and efficiently; particularly the Nazgul. His eyes glimmered; beginning their bloody glow with interest as he stalked the presence before him.
His prowl was halted, as the scent of water reached him; before again, commencing his forward morbid waltz, through the valley of the shadows, only ever shadows; which suited the shadow host just fine. With his presence; shadows followed, roamed, served his whims; mere wishes.

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[faitaccompli]

{{Joining, yay! I'm going to re-bring in my charrie Cat.}}

The rough hue'd mare let her bodice melt to the ground. She had no recollection of anything, just that she was here, now. She sank to her knees, feeling scraps of a ruined civilization draw blood, opening a wound that became her first recollection of the dawn of a city drawn to destruction. Destruction of what, was the true question. Yes, it had already been brought down to piles of rubble, and eliminated all but the equines, or so she figured. Such a disaster area could only result in one simple concept. More destruction. She had heard that the horses and unicorns of the city, its final occupants, had waged a war, and it was her particularly vile fate to be included in the former category. The blood that began to pool around her made her wish that she had been among the weak race of the humans, so she could have died along with them. But who knew? They could still be out here. After all, she had been living as a 'tamed' horse from them to ride, when the destruction had come about.

Realizing she had just remembered a bit of her past, she tried to think harder, but ended up submitting that memory was due to the fact fear was leaving and acceptance of her dire situation was arriving. This brought her back to her previous train of thoughts. Yes. This end would serve to be the start of a long, needlessly painful eradication of the last living creatures to inhabit this terra.

Yes, they would live to battle it out, she thought, but they would end up killing each other. The only part that bothered her was how slowly this would happen, and that she might have to live, alone save for plaguing foes, in this rank deathbed for some time before her candle was snuffed. And she would have to suffer, but she would attempt to be strong. She would take the blows that would indubitably befall upon her weakened masterpiece.

Finding herself sound as dull and gloom-filled as an ill heart'd prophet, she scanned the terra for a sight that might cheer her heart. She pulled herself up again, to stand, and searched 'round, but all she saw was destruction. She sighed and limped forward.

Forward, forward, forward, forward, she pressed until she reached a building whose only distinguishing features were the broken windows it had in greater quantity than the rest. Let the broken glass sting the sensitive frogs of her feet that were worn from doing the bidding of humans. How she had longed for freedom! But now that she had it, she would rather have died. Certainly even hell would be a more welcome sight.

Her hooves were of ivory agate, and her eyes a sepia that had once shown brilliance. Now these orbs only contained a reflection of what they once held, a ghost of something long forgotten. Her coat was a dusty chestnut, her tassels lightening in hue. Her face was boldly emblazoned down the center, making her an easy target to spot among the dark ruins.

Suddenly, this fae saw two figures near. She did not know of what allaince. She spotted the closest, a very dark horse, first. Of all great mercies, she was being granted one last chance to achieve what was her desire. She limped to him, slowly, slowly, slowly, and finally reached the great brujo. She sank to her knees, examining the duo's exquisite beauty in comparison to the dying city. Her head swam with a dizzy sensation. Glass beneath her legs signified more wounds over the old.
She bowed her masterpiece to these ones, not caring which alliance they followed. "If you have any mercy in your heart, you will surely aid me to die. I am begging you!" Her call ended in a frantic tone, and rang about the eerie rubble. She wanted to be spared misery. But she couldn't kill herself. She needed some help, and she prayed this would be the answer.

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[nightsky]

My lips still were touching the freshing water when the sound of hooves were carried to my alert auds. I raised my crown and in doing so my forelocks were moved out of place. I could tell that the spot were my eyes should have been was showing but I didn't really care. I never really cared. This was me, this was how I am going to be for the rest of my life, there really is no reason for me to pity myself. My auds flickered, the sound of his hooves being placed on the stony ground had been quick but heavy. He must have been moving at a pace quicker than a walk but slower than a gallop. His heavy marks hinted to me he was a stallion, mares seemed to carry themselves a little bit lighter as if they were less confident about their footings.

I cranked my dial in his direction but he spoke nothing. It seemed like he was simply stalking me. Perhaps he was a unicorn getting ready to break my limbs. After all, I have never met a unicorn so I was at the disadvantage. Besides, I don't their horns make any sounds.

He just stood there without saying a greeting. A few moments passed and I began to wonder if he was just staring. Lips parted and I broke the silence,

"Hello."

A few more moments passed before the distinct sound of another creature's hooves were placed against the ground. These hooves seemed to be placed lightly and slightly awkwardly as if she was lost and was looking for a familiar landmarking.

She closed the gap that laid between us before crying out to us. I stood there slightly puzzle. I was a mere colt, only two years old, and I never heard of someone actually wanting to die. If anyone should want to die, I would have thought it would be me because of my 'no eyes'. Why would a mare that seemed to not be affected, at least physically, want to die? This question was beyond my thoughts.

Immediantly I was scared by her confidence in death and the fact that she wanted us to help her. Slowly I began to move backwards taking one step at a time and placing my hooves lightly. Stupid stoney ground refused to make my 'feared backing' quiet, no. Instead the stony hard ground echoed the sound that my hooves made as they touched the ground. Well, at least they did to me. It could have been because I rely on hearing a creature to know if it there so when I hear a movement it just echoes in my mind. Yes, that could have easily been the reason.

[nazgul]

^{t h e} NAZGUL

Do you fear... death?
Do you fear that ^dark _abyss?
All your deeds laid bare,
all your sins punished?

He’d known there was another approaching; he froze as per usual, into the peculiar stance that made him seem all the less real; carved out of shadow, out of darkness. A simple figure, obscured by clouds of shadow that went with him even in the brilliance of sunlight, of which he avoided.
Her voice was frantic; panic almost. And yet, he stayed motionless.

The glass beneath her collapsed bodice scratched at the surface of her skin almost lovingly, as they clawed their way within. Gruesome to some, but while the colt backed away; uncertainty escaping every pore of his body, the shadow host made no movement; no change of expression. Nothing. Nothing except the firey gleam within his eyes, that slowly grew, a bloody colour curiously attracting and yet almost horribly unbearable to watch. His interest was apparent, and so was the reasoning for the horse giving up.

Mercy. Not something that he had ever awarded to any being, and yet never had he denied himself the curious pleasurable sensation that dimmed somewhat, from slaying his prey. It was a predicament; here was something so natural, and yet a mercy killing did nothing to taint his conscious. She expressed the truth; within it seemed, she was enduring some eternal battle within herself.

‘Stop.’
Was the one word that rasped out of the mouth; the Nazgul had spoken, and the terrible scream again unleashed. It seemed somewhat of a whisper; dangerously so, and yet it was unbearable; rats screaming their death wish; finger nails on some chalkboard. But the ‘feared backing’ of the colt had annoyed him somewhat; for the first time, The Nazgul faced him straight on, noting the horses peculiar tendency to keep his face within shadows.
‘What is there to be afraid of?’
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HIDETHErum.

[faitaccompli]

She could feel reality washing over her in waves. Her head spun with the pressure. What pressure? Where did it come from? Where was she? New York. Who was in front of her? She wondered where this cloud had come from, that plagued her mind. She was so thirsty, she thought, and she could see black spots on the edge of her vision. Time went by so slowly, and she wondered why it was taking so long for the glass she had upsetted to scatter. She watched it, watched it spread, like the universe was stopping. Was this the end?

That's what she had waited for, wasn't it? The end. She let her head fall to the ground, and sipped at the muck. But it was enough to rehydrate her. She shifted as the world came back into focus. More glass cut into her gash'd knees. Blood already pooled grew darker. She stared into it's spreading depths and began to remember. She thought of the times she had spent in New York. But she couldn't recall any time before that. She remembered the hours of backbreaking work. She remembered how the grain had never been enough, how they had called her useless. But how could she have been useless if she could run circles around all of them? Now they seemed to be gone.

The further she had gone into the city, the more she had thought she was the last living creature. She did not know if the creatures in front of her now were truly a horses, but she was almost completely sure they was real, and living. She wasn't so sure she wanted to die now. Maybe she could discover how she had gotten into this world; what had happened. Or maybe the suffering would continue. Yes, it was safer to leave this world.

She was now closest to one of them. The other seemed to be backing away. She knew her fate would be in the hands of the other. She was always in need of what the world couldn't ever seem to give her, which was just slight attention. The one who didn't seem to fear, he seemed to be considering giving some attention to her. Maybe he would help. She was close to him now. She studied the being in front of her. Or rather just his daggers. They seemed sharpened, dulled only by being accustomed to these city streets. They seemed dangerous, and ready. She lifted her head a bit and a shard of glass cut her lip. Her blood dropped on the brute's daggers as she stretched to see his face. Instead, seeing her blood stain his perfect pillar, she looked back down. She whimpered unconsciously, the pain hitting her suddenly.

She finally looked up, hearing him speak. She lingered over every word, making out the meaning. The wind that picked up suddenly chilled her with a nervous fear. She shook and whimpered for a moment, trying to pull herself to her hooves. She succeeded after another moment, to get off her knees, which screamed with a venomous pain. Pulling herself the rest of the way up, she realized the stallion in even power alone towered over her still. Her breath came quickly, nervously, and in short quantity. The blood now streamed down her legs.

Quivering, she responded to his inquiry. "I am not in fearing, I simply cannot bear the agony...." Her voice trailed off, for she was too weak to keep speaking. She closed her eyes, and tried to keep from shaking. She hadn't been afraid, but now she truly did realize how afraid she should be of these two lone stallions, who could easily inflict any type of torture to a weak mare. She wanted to end misery; not begin another level. She guessed this dark-hearted soul would not be the type to show mercy in rehabilitating her unless he were truly desperate for harem mares. This is why she begged for the mercy she was more likely to get, which was indefinably death.

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