To Dance, To Roar, To Live

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To Dance, To Roar, To Live

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08-07-2012, 01:18 AM

N O I S E

"The Cyborg Says:....spaceballs!"

To dance was to be free. To rave amongst the masses, your sweaty flanks pressing up against others, the lights swirling all around you. That, that was to be alive. There was no greater feeling than the freedom of loosing yourself in the crowd, at least to Noise. He was not one to make friends here though, and thus he walked amongst the dark and burnt crisps of thistles and brush which once were and contemplated a life lost.

Lyrique, what a glowing name, in contrast to that of Great General. What freedom of movement compared to such restraint. These names had, of course, been those of his Dam and Sire. He had not particularly loved the Great General, it was like living in Shwarzenegger's head growing up with him. Yet, the stallion had been his father and a great stallion so he felt a kind of kinship to him. His mother, the Space Scholar, had been the kind and emotional one of the group. A typical relationship he sees, looking back upon it.

Noise had grown up with two siblings: Anthym and Rhetorick.
Anthym had been the beloved filly of all the family. Just barely a weanling and already a healer she had been. Rhetorick had been his worst enemy as a colt. They had been twins you see, the two, and they had always fought for the ultimate prize: Great General. Rhetorick had always been militaristic, strong, emotionless. Noise had been the wild, untamable one. Hated, despised, a player and floater in all aspect. Though it was not as if he slacked, he merely didn't believe in sacrificing your life for the purpose of military (shocking, he knew, for the colt of the Great General)He sighs as he thinks back to dear Rheto at the age of one, all military drills and droll. It was like listening to Rebecca Black all day long without a break. Dear Space Gas, how annoying he'd been. How caught up in their Sire's mind. Not that any of that mattered now. They had all been blasted away to bits, himself included. With a sigh Noise allows his mind to the dark times in his life. How dark they had been.

After the explosion nothing was clear except his sister's face as she had melted away before his eyes, he hadn't seen where the General or Lyrique had gone. Rheto he didn't even want to contemplate. But his little sister was burned eternally in his mind. It was what he ran from, it was the nightmare which visited every night and followed him into the daylight. The zombie which didn't burn in the sun. Not even this sun.

He looks to the sky and curses their so-called Sun God. He didn't believe in gods, he'd lived to much to believe in gods. But perhaps, where he came from, the gods had all died off or left. He wasn't sure, but if this was how they fought now, then that would surely explain why all the humans went crazy.
The sun began to set and all about him the pests and bugs came to life, feasting upon his right flesh, until he couldn't stand his mood anymore, he couldn't stand the stagnant living, the pain, the feeling of guilt and destruction, and he just roars out- as loud and as long as he could. He roars for his lack of weed and drink to dull the pain. He roars for those lost. He roars for the Unicorns he had left behind in the future, the ones who would surely perish without a Great General to lead them. He roars, simply because that was all he could do.

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To Dance, To Roar, To Live - by Noise - 08-07-2012, 01:18 AM

RE: To Dance, To Roar, To Live - by Kiva - 08-08-2012, 10:04 AM

RE: To Dance, To Roar, To Live - by Noise - 08-15-2012, 02:02 PM

RE: To Dance, To Roar, To Live - by Kiva - 08-15-2012, 11:17 PM

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