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- ---- Little one shot fanfic of Sorcerer-Anon's 'Fool's Moon' -----
- - Blueblood perspective -
- >The royal pegasus guards at foot of the stairs both sharply salute you as you and your entourage pass by
- >Sparkler and Razorfang followed closely behind you, side by side, as you ascended up the flight of fine marble steps
- >Tonight was the annual showing of Hearth's Warming Eve, this year at the Canterlot’s Global Theater
- >As King, it was expected of you to attend the performance
- >Despite how many times you have seen it before…
- >But you didn’t really mind re-watching the history of Equestria’s formal founding play out
- >Though it served as a painful reminder on how far your race had fallen under the reign of a weak Princess…
- >It also inspired hope in what they could achieve under a strong, superior King
- >You make your way up into the private royal box, a cozy little suite that overlooked the whole theater
- >Underneath you sat hundreds of commoners, waiting for the show to start
- >You make your way around to sitting in a fine red velvet chair, customarily cushioned for your being
- >The mare that had been walking by your side takes her seat beside you in an almost identical chair
- >Though it had purposely lower so yours stood just a tad bit higher
- >You evenly grin at her as she reclines herself unwilling into her chair, avoiding your gaze as she stared out blankly into theater
- >Your staff had done their best to make her a beautiful as ever for this evening
- >But still, you could see the pain and agony itched into her fur… into her very being
- >You smiled widely as she keeps her snout up, attempting to put on a show of dignity
- >It was all in vain
- >You knew she was broken, this was merely a front
- >Rarity had accepted your marriage proposal and, even though she denies it, of her own free will
- >It was already over
- >She just had to see it that way
- >Speaking of which-
- >You use your one hoof to lightly brush a curl of her purple mane over the one side of her face
- >Rarity flinches a bit at your touch but stays still
- >Razorfang had been so foolishly to lash out violent against her during Rarity’s ‘therapy’, leaving a white and musky eye
- >It was quite horrible to look at and you had already sent an order for a glass replacement
- >Using her own mane to hide it was the best you could do for now
- >Your two servants take their seats directly behind you
- >You could practically feel the hate and jealousy fuming off Sparkler as you combed Rarity’s hair
- >Now with the torture over, this teasing was one of the few simple joys you had left
- >Sparkler was a deluded mare with deluded fantasies about you
- >You really couldn’t blame her though
- >Ever sane mare wanted to be with you…
- >But she was no match for Rarity’s almost-divine beauty
- >She was almost as perfect as you
- >Almost.
- >You chuckle to yourself as you spy Sparkler turn her head away in disgust
- >Just then, you hear trumpets sound from the stage below
- “Awe, it’s about to begin. Please pay attention, Rarity, you might learn something”
- >Rarity[spiteful]:”Are you so mad as to forget I preformed in this very same play last year?”
- “No… and I’d advise you not to use that tone when addressing your King and future spouse-”
- >She opens her mouth to retort
- “-or something terrible might happen to your little friends”
- >The broken mare closes her mouth and turns to face the stage again, ears flat
- “Besides, I have made some minor… adjusts to this year’s play in order to draw out some of the more ‘overlooked’ themes”
- >She doesn’t reply and you turn to watch the stage as well
- >There were always some minor music and orchestral performances before the play actually began
- >They were usually in attempts to set a melodious atmosphere before the play began
- >The majority were rather boring, but you had nothing else to do except to watch and pretend to be entertained
- >The rosewood curtains part ways, revealing a young mare cellist on stage and instantly you wanted to fall asleep
- >It was always the same numbers, the same piece of music every year
- >Just a few notes added or removed here and there
- >You bring a hoof to rest under your chin,
- >Waiting for this musical nightmare to be over
- - Rarity Perspective-
- >It took all your strength to keep yourself from strangling the monster that sat beside you
- >But you couldn’t risk it… if you laid so much as a single hoof on him, they’d go after your friends
- >Just like they had with Sweetie Bell
- >…
- >You hold back your tears
- >No. Not here
- >You have to be strong, Rarity
- >You are a Lady.
- >Blueblood would have his day
- >Somep0ny would see through his lies
- >Eventually…
- >The cellist end her act and bows, a few cheers coming from spectators below
- >On cue, the curtains cover the stage again and a white unicorn trots out to podium
- >Announcer:”It has been brought to my attention that a new, never before seen, act as been added to the list of today’s performances”
- >A few murmurs echo through the crowd
- >Announcer:”This mysterious musician would like to dedicate this song to our new and astute ruler, King Blueblood”
- >Ignorant and exaggerated clops of pounding hooves can be heard coming from all across the auditorium
- >Idiots.
- >Blueblood, completely full of himself, briefly stands and waves to his adoring subjects before sitting back down
- >Blueblood:”See? They approve of me, why can’t you?”
- >You avoid his question and continue looking at the stage
- >The announcer produces a card and begins reading from it
- >Announcer:”The musician would like you all to enjoy this unique number, one of which he has given the name “The Waltz of a…“
- >The announcer cuts himself and studies the card nervously before speaking again
- >Announcer[anxious]:”T-the Waltz of a Dead King-“
- >Before anyp0ny can react, the sound of piano erupts from behind the curtains and the announcer scurries off stage
- - Anonymous Perspective -
- >You gently move the piano into position, center stage, behind the red screen
- >As soon as the last act had ended, you had immerged from the shadows and silently ‘dispatched’ the cellists and the surrounding stage crew
- >Tonight was the night.
- >You sit down and run your hands over the black painted beech wood frame of the grand piano
- >Luckily for you, there had been a manticore that had performed on a piano a few years back
- >This beautiful creation, which had been left to collect dust in storage, was the perfect size for you
- >You hear the announcer from behind the curtains introducing the next act
- >Your act
- >Silently, you push back the case and reveal the ivory white keys
- >The dark one, though existing as its own separate being for each host, carried with it an innate knowledge of its weaker self
- >Compiling and transferring that information from each werewolf to the next, like an hidden, untouched archive of lives long past
- >When you had finally become whole, you were granted access to that collection of memories
- >There had been once a talented man who thought he could pacify and hopefully tame the beast within him using pseudo-music theory
- >Needless to say, it didn’t work
- >But he had produced a rather interesting piece of music in his fruitless attempts
- >It’d be a shame to just let it go to waste…
- >When you had signed up to perform, you had done so with a fake pony alias
- >But enlisting still meant you had promised this audience some musical entertainment
- >You keep true to your word
- >Announcer:”The musician would like you all to enjoy this number-“
- >You outstretch your fingers
- >Announcer:” which he has given the name “The Waltz of a…“
- >Here
- >We
- >Announcer:”T-the Waltz of a Dead King-“
- >Go
- [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gx02KOGhjes&feature=youtu.be&t=3s]
- >You begin to play
- >All the murmurs and noise from beyond the red drapes dies down
- >Your music making quick work on silencing them
- >There is nothing left to hear but your dark melody, reverberating through the theater
- >Finally, the curtains slowly part ways and light illuminates the stage
- >Revealing yourself to the world
- >You hear a few ponies gasp as they recognize you,
- >The monstrosity that had poisoned Princess Luna and been slain by ‘King’ Blueblood
- >But here you were, playing a little tune for them
- >You disregard their gasps, keeping yourself focused on the keyboard in front of you
- >A sinister grin comes across to your face when you smell them
- >You didn’t have to look to know where they were
- >Razorfang
- >Sparkler
- >Blueblood
- >All reeking of confusion and fear
- >You could smell Rarity too,
- >But you were too focused on the others to care
- >Rarity was alive and safe
- >That fulfilled the desire of the thief
- >Now it was time to satisfy the beast
- (Listen for 20 seconds before moving on)
- >You hear some royal guards from a far distance barking orders to one another
- >But the majority of the crowd still remained entranced by your incredible show
- >You’d ignore the guards for now
- >Right now, you had an audience to entertain
- >The ivory keys are ice cold against your finger tips as you work your way across them
- >You feel all the ponies in the room mouths hang agape as you continue to play
- >Their race only had two little hooves to use for their instruments
- >You had ten fingers
- >This music was nothing short of an unattainable dream to them
- >These ponies all came for some boring old play
- >But you already knew you’d be the highlight of tonight’s event
- >Time to give them something really worth gawking at…
- >Briefly you slow down the tempo, allowing the dark’s one power to seep into your fingertips
- >At the same time, your pupils transmogrify into large yellow orbs and whites of your eyes blacken
- >You needed more than skill of man to play this part…
- “Feast your eyes and ear on this!”
- >Your hands fly back and forth in a blur, at a speed no mere mortal eyes could even begin to follow
- >The whole piano vibrates and shakes as you pound into it mercilessly
- >For a moment, you are lost in your own music
- >You play with such force and passion that the piano’s legs begin to falter
- >The world outside this piano was only but a figment of imagination to you now
- >Everything that existed, all that could be seen or heard, was right in front of you
- >For an instance, you DO become spellbound by the melody
- >Savoring yourself in the harmonic tunes that spelt the death of your enemies
- >Maybe that madman was onto something after all…
- >A dozen guard ponies had made their way onto the stage now and were running towards you
- >The dark energy inside your hands had just about reached their boiling point too
- >Time to end this piece.
- >You finish your last glissando and then raise your hands up to ceiling
- >For a second, they hang there in space
- >Until they explode into a pair menacing paws, your nails shooting out into long pointed barbs
- >In a swift motion, you bring them both down with an explosive force
- >The piano is completely crushed and the cries of its destruction echo across stage
- >The guards skid to a stop in shock
- >The crowd once again goes quiet
- >In the silence, you nonchalantly move your right hand over the remains of the piano
- >Using your talons, you softly pluck the exposed strings
- >Finishing off the last few notes of your song…
- >Then, you turn towards your audience and give a bow, smiling with a mouth full of fanged teeth
- >And that’s when the screaming starts
- >The closet guard to you gathers his composure again and makes a charge at you, spear equipped to his armor
- >Was he serious?
- >It wasn’t even silver
- >You stand there and just stare at him, even as the spear pierces your stomach
- >Oh, the look on his face is priceless
- >He just stands there, dumbstruck, as you pull the spear in closer into you
- >Him along with it
- >Before he can even process any of this, you let out a hard kick into his armored chest-plate
- >He, in turn, goes flying across the stage
- >Unfortunately for him, all the walls seem to be constructed of hard marble
- >Needlessly to say, when he crashed into one… it wasn’t really pretty
- >Despite the armor, his whole body seemed to pop like a balloon
- >A red, organ-filled balloon
- >…Maybe you kicked a little too hard?
- >The audience screaming was starting to drown out your hearing as they scampered away in fear, cramming themselves into the nearest exit
- >You reach down and rip the bloody spear out, tossing it onto the stage
- >The tiny hole is quick to mend itself back together
- >The other guards hesitate to approach you again
- >Looks like they learned their lesson…
- >Now, where we’re you?
- >Ah yes, you were hunting
- >You take a quick whiff of the air
- >40 feet up in elevation, 143 feet in distance, directly left
- >You sprint to the edge of the stage before leaping into the air
- >A few seconds later, your being lands onto the banister of a opera box
- >The railing shakes and spinsters at your crash, but remains strong enough to keep you perched
- >You see the suite holds four seats but there is no one in them right now
- >You look up to see Blueblood and Razorfang trying desperately to open the door
- >Too bad your little parasitic companion had made sure to lock it from the outside
- >There was nowhere to run…
- >Directly in between you and them stands Sparkler
- >Again, you notice Rarity standing off to the side but dismiss her as unimportant
- >Sparkler[frantic]:”He’s here!”
- >She rears back as her horn starts to glow
- >You cock your head to side as you take a few microseconds to study her
- >Though it was really her scent that told you everything
- >The thief had once thought he knew the power of scent when he used it to track down Sweetie Bell
- >But now that you were one, you finally saw the whole picture
- >The odors and aromas of prey conveyed more information to a predator than any language could ever hope to achieve
- >You knew everything about the mare now
- >Where she was born
- >Who she was
- >What she had done…
- >In an instant, you knew everything there was to know about the Unicorn Mage Sparkler
- >…And what she had done to Rarity
- >Her spell discharges as a small purple plasma ball
- >You bat it away easily enough with your paw, redirecting its path into a nearby wall where it explodes in a ball of fire
- >Casually, you drop down off the banister and onto the floor of the suite
- >Your hand has already healed when she tries to fire another one
- >This one you allow to detonate against your chest
- >Her face is overtaken by repulsive disbelief as you walk through the smoke of the blast
- >She watches in horror as your exposed and tarnished organs fall out onto the floor
- >Only for you to regenerate them before sealing up your chest again, good as new
- >That had quite hurt.
- >But you showed no signs of it
- >All pain was superficial to you now
- >The unicorn witch stands there, frozen stiff, as you draw in closer
- >Blueblood[furious]:”Sparkler! Kill it!”
- >She snaps back to attention at her master’s voice
- >Sparkler begins casting another spell
- >But she had waited far too long
- >You close the distance between you two in a single leap, grabbing Sparkler by her long neck
- >You pull her up to your level
- >Your eyes burn into hers and the stench of fear begins pouring out of her tiny form
- >In a last desperate attempt, she tries to charge another spell
- >Not to save herself, but to save her precious Blueblood
- >How… amusing.
- >Before the pink aura can completely engulf her horn, you bring up your left hand around its base
- >Using your claws like a pair of scissors, you cleanly snip it off her head
- >The horn gives a subtle snap, the same sound you’d hear when breaking a dry twig
- >As soon as her horn hit the ground, almost as if on cue, she starts to scream
- [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-be3DFik_n8]
- >Oh, how she shrieked
- >It was as deafening as baby rabbit’s cry
- >But twice the more stratifying…
- >Your mouth twists again into a razor blade smile as she screams and struggles in your arm
- >The tears come pouring out of her like rainfall
- >Your hand becomes practically drenched with the salty water
- >Soon enough, she becomes too exhausted to scream anymore and begins to simply whimper and sob instead
- >Boring.
- >You slam her back into the nearby wall
- >This time you make sure not to use too much force, but even with your self-control you hear something snap
- >Her sobbing was just annoying now and so you begin chocking her in order to cut it off at its source
- >You feel her windpipe shrink under your death grip as she tries furiously to free her throat with her front hooves
- >With no air now, she can only kick and flail her limbs hopelessly
- >After about a minute, her little fit begins to die down and her body slowly goes limp
- >You're completely ignoring the two ponies trying to escape the suite as well as the one staring at you in naked shock
- >This was simply too much fun
- >You bring your head next to hers so you can whisper into her ear
- “You love him, don’t you? Every day, you cleaned and groomed yourself like a filthy harlot trying to attract his attention”
- >You keep a tone calm and collected as you bring you free hand down to her abdomen
- “You did everything and anything he wanted… But he never saw you like you wanted. You were just a servant to him, nothing more.”
- >You glide your palm down between her quivering hind legs
- “Don’t worry. I’m going to show him how beautiful you are”
- >As you work your hand lower, you smell a new stench coming from her as she tightens her legs shut
- >She thought you were going to…
- >HAHA
- >What a silly little mare
- >No.
- >You had a deferent kind of ‘beauty’ in mind
- >Retracting the rest of your claws into a fist, you leave only your middle finger hanging out
- >Carefully, you pierce the layer of skin with the single talon getting about an inch deep
- >Then, in one single motion, you pull it straight up, pulling it out at her chest
- >You relax your grip, allowing her one final breathe of air
- >Her gasp turns instantly into a blood-spattered gurgle as her body opens up like a sliced sack of potatoes
- >The intestines and other organs fall out on to the floor and you are immediately drenched in gore
- >Her heart and lungs drupe drown from their perched position and hang dangling in her rig cage
- >Waiting a few seconds, you at last pull your head back to get a good look at her
- “…I told you not to fuck with me”
- >You coldly stare into her watery eyes just as the light finally leaves them
- >You release the corpse and it falls down to the ground, spilling more gore and blood on impact
- >Just then, you hear the door burst open and turn to see the two had finally managed to break the lock
- >Blueblood and Razorfang were galloping down the steps in panic
- >Good. The dark one had always liked a good chase
- >Rarity:”…A-A-Anon?”
- >You look over your shoulder to see Rarity, cowering in a corner
- >She looks terrified
- >But safe
- >Tending to your mate could wait until you had dealt with the other two first
- >Without a word, you take off down the stairs after them, changing forms mid-run
- >Leaving the trembling white mare all alone,
- >In an empty room next to a mauled corpse
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