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03-07-2013, 08:41 AM
The blue flower swayed gently in front of him, totally oblivious to his desire to crush it into nothing. He had never been one for beauty, but the plant waving in front of him drew out his hatred, something he had long ago buried. How dare the plant act as if there was nothing wrong, nothing dark and sinister at work? Ebon paused, and shook his head violently, dispelling the relatively stupid thoughts that cluttered his head. He hated the flower because of what it symbolized-innocence, ignorance, hope-not because it was a flower. He raised a hoof to crush it, and then hesitantly lowered his hoof. He was being stupid again. He looked up, at the pregnant grey clouds above him, and wished silently that it would rain. This was what too much time on his hands brought. Stupid, idiotic contemplations and the desire to crush a stupid little flower. He wished he could hit his head on something. He looked down at the thick, dark forest encircling the bare hill he stood on, and idly wondered what monsters lived within it. Were they monsters like him? Or monsters like the things from his past? He ducked his head. He wasn’t ashamed of what he was, but he knew his thoughts were leading toward a dangerous, horrible path he wasn’t prepared to walk again. The sky suddenly released its heavy burden, and he smiled as water began soaking him and thunder exploded above him. Good. He heard something rustle softly behind him, and turned. His eyes widened in shock as a mare shot out of the woods toward him, wings flapping chaotically, dark brown eyes wide. He was too surprised by the appearance of another to say anything; and that was why she barreled right into him.
