Post by battlefield on Aug 18, 2009 13:40:28 GMT -8
Here's the first story I'm going to post on this new forum. Enjoy!
Darkbow
Prologue
By all appearances, Rainbow Ponies are just like any other species of pony. They are born like other ponies, they live and learn like other ponies, they work and play like other ponies, they make friends like other ponies, and they die like other ponies. There is, however, something that makes them different from other ponies, and that is the fact that they are born with manes and tails that are made up of stripes of hair represent each one of the colors that can be found in a rainbow. Hence the name, Rainbow Pony.
To this day, no one knows why, or how these ponies are born with rainbow-striped hair. It all really depends on whether you believe that the phenomena is scientific or magical in nature, and can be explained as such.
Those ponies who believe that rainbow-striped hair is something scientific argue that is a genetic trait that is passed down from pony to pony within certain bloodlines. In other words, it all has to do with genetics. Those who believe that rainbow-striped hair is something magical argue that the reason some ponies have rainbow-striped hair is because they have been blessed by that great celestial entity known as The Great Rainbow for some reason that has never been explained.
No one, though, has been able to come up with any real proof that what they claim is the reason for Rainbow Ponies existences is the truth. In fact, no one may ever know why they exist. But exist they do.
There is, however, one thing that everyone knows, and it is that there is only one rainbow pony who has both black fur and rainbow-striped hair.
Now this individual stands out from others of his kind from the sole reason that he is known as one of the most evil, bloodthirsty ponies in all of Equivonia. His life story is filled with hardship and tragedy of a most tragic scale.
This is that story. This is the story of Darkbow.
Chapter One
The stallion who swiftly, and silently, made his way through the darkened halls of Graystone Castle knew perfectly well what he was doing. He had, after all, done it many times before. Like a gentle breeze, he swiftly and silently made his way through the darkened corridors of the castle, stopping only to peer around corners to see or hear if anyone was heading in his direction. Fortunately, there was hardly anyone out and about in the corridors at this time at night, so it was fairly easy to remain hidden and avoid detection.
So far, everything was going according to plan, and the Individual knew that it would soon be time for him to complete his self-appointed task.
Pressing himself up against a wall, he peered around a corner. To look down a small, short hallway that led to a wooden door at the end. Behind it, he knew, was his target.
He slowly crept up the door, placed his ear against it, and listened carefully for any sounds. He didn’t hear any, which meant that his target was asleep like he would usually be at this time of the night.
This made the task all the more easier.
He slowly opened the door, being as careful as he could be not to make a sound. Once the door was opened just enough to let him pass through without having it wide open, he slipped quietly into the darkened interior of what was a luxuriously furnished bedroom. The most prominent item in the room was a large-sized bed. Lying on it, covered by snow-white sheets, was the sleeping form of a stallion.
The target himself.
With nearly silent footsteps, he walked over and stood over the sleeping stallion. He head was jutting out from under the sheets, exposing it completely. Smoothly and silently, the he reached over, and pulled a dagger from a scabbard that hung on his shoulder. Holding it by the handle, with the blade pointing downward, he lowered it and pressed its tip against the stallion’s neck.
The target was about to be eliminated…
As quietly as he come, the assassin slipped out of the bed room, making sure to close the door gently behind him. He then headed back down through the castle, making sure to head the same way that he had come, and being as silent as before.
The reverse path took him back to where had first entered the castle, which was an open window to the top floor of the northeast tower. Still hanging from it was the thick, long strand of rope he had used to climb up the tower and enter through the window. The rope was firmly anchored on the window’s edge by a steel grappling hook, so there was no chance of it coming loose, while he climbed down it. He then swiftly made his way from the castle and into the thick woods surrounding it, disappearing completely.
About fifteen minutes later, after he had crossed through the woods, he crossed over a dirt road to the other side. There, hidden from the view of anyone who was coming down the road, behind a thick cluster of trees, was the Individual’s car: a black 1966 Oldsmobile Starfire sport coupe.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he jumped into the car, started up the engine, switched on the front headlights, and headed northward away from the forest and the castle. With headlights blazing, the car disappeared into the night.
It wouldn’t be until the next morning that the deceased body of the target was discovered by his own servants. They at first became shocked and then horrified when they did. They were shocked because their master, King Lightstone, ruler of the all unicorn kingdom of Gladstone, had been assassinated during the night, without anyone being aware that it happened. They were all horrified because of who had killed him.
For you see, engraved on the glazed, wooden handle of the dagger in a perfect outline was the image of a multi-striped rainbow, with a small pentagram sitting directly beneath it. This, everyone knew, was the personal symbol of one of the most feared ponies in all of Equinovia. A pony who, by all logic, should have been dead. Yet, there was only one pony who would possess daggers that had that particular symbol engraved on them, and here was one of them stuck into the body of the dead king. This meant only one thing…
He had returned.
Darkbow
Prologue
By all appearances, Rainbow Ponies are just like any other species of pony. They are born like other ponies, they live and learn like other ponies, they work and play like other ponies, they make friends like other ponies, and they die like other ponies. There is, however, something that makes them different from other ponies, and that is the fact that they are born with manes and tails that are made up of stripes of hair represent each one of the colors that can be found in a rainbow. Hence the name, Rainbow Pony.
To this day, no one knows why, or how these ponies are born with rainbow-striped hair. It all really depends on whether you believe that the phenomena is scientific or magical in nature, and can be explained as such.
Those ponies who believe that rainbow-striped hair is something scientific argue that is a genetic trait that is passed down from pony to pony within certain bloodlines. In other words, it all has to do with genetics. Those who believe that rainbow-striped hair is something magical argue that the reason some ponies have rainbow-striped hair is because they have been blessed by that great celestial entity known as The Great Rainbow for some reason that has never been explained.
No one, though, has been able to come up with any real proof that what they claim is the reason for Rainbow Ponies existences is the truth. In fact, no one may ever know why they exist. But exist they do.
There is, however, one thing that everyone knows, and it is that there is only one rainbow pony who has both black fur and rainbow-striped hair.
Now this individual stands out from others of his kind from the sole reason that he is known as one of the most evil, bloodthirsty ponies in all of Equivonia. His life story is filled with hardship and tragedy of a most tragic scale.
This is that story. This is the story of Darkbow.
Chapter One
The stallion who swiftly, and silently, made his way through the darkened halls of Graystone Castle knew perfectly well what he was doing. He had, after all, done it many times before. Like a gentle breeze, he swiftly and silently made his way through the darkened corridors of the castle, stopping only to peer around corners to see or hear if anyone was heading in his direction. Fortunately, there was hardly anyone out and about in the corridors at this time at night, so it was fairly easy to remain hidden and avoid detection.
So far, everything was going according to plan, and the Individual knew that it would soon be time for him to complete his self-appointed task.
Pressing himself up against a wall, he peered around a corner. To look down a small, short hallway that led to a wooden door at the end. Behind it, he knew, was his target.
He slowly crept up the door, placed his ear against it, and listened carefully for any sounds. He didn’t hear any, which meant that his target was asleep like he would usually be at this time of the night.
This made the task all the more easier.
He slowly opened the door, being as careful as he could be not to make a sound. Once the door was opened just enough to let him pass through without having it wide open, he slipped quietly into the darkened interior of what was a luxuriously furnished bedroom. The most prominent item in the room was a large-sized bed. Lying on it, covered by snow-white sheets, was the sleeping form of a stallion.
The target himself.
With nearly silent footsteps, he walked over and stood over the sleeping stallion. He head was jutting out from under the sheets, exposing it completely. Smoothly and silently, the he reached over, and pulled a dagger from a scabbard that hung on his shoulder. Holding it by the handle, with the blade pointing downward, he lowered it and pressed its tip against the stallion’s neck.
The target was about to be eliminated…
As quietly as he come, the assassin slipped out of the bed room, making sure to close the door gently behind him. He then headed back down through the castle, making sure to head the same way that he had come, and being as silent as before.
The reverse path took him back to where had first entered the castle, which was an open window to the top floor of the northeast tower. Still hanging from it was the thick, long strand of rope he had used to climb up the tower and enter through the window. The rope was firmly anchored on the window’s edge by a steel grappling hook, so there was no chance of it coming loose, while he climbed down it. He then swiftly made his way from the castle and into the thick woods surrounding it, disappearing completely.
About fifteen minutes later, after he had crossed through the woods, he crossed over a dirt road to the other side. There, hidden from the view of anyone who was coming down the road, behind a thick cluster of trees, was the Individual’s car: a black 1966 Oldsmobile Starfire sport coupe.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he jumped into the car, started up the engine, switched on the front headlights, and headed northward away from the forest and the castle. With headlights blazing, the car disappeared into the night.
It wouldn’t be until the next morning that the deceased body of the target was discovered by his own servants. They at first became shocked and then horrified when they did. They were shocked because their master, King Lightstone, ruler of the all unicorn kingdom of Gladstone, had been assassinated during the night, without anyone being aware that it happened. They were all horrified because of who had killed him.
For you see, engraved on the glazed, wooden handle of the dagger in a perfect outline was the image of a multi-striped rainbow, with a small pentagram sitting directly beneath it. This, everyone knew, was the personal symbol of one of the most feared ponies in all of Equinovia. A pony who, by all logic, should have been dead. Yet, there was only one pony who would possess daggers that had that particular symbol engraved on them, and here was one of them stuck into the body of the dead king. This meant only one thing…
He had returned.
