Before you stands an equine corpse, hoovering quietly on the head of a tombstone...silent only because the tounge she once bore has rot away with the rest of her. Her feathers are mangled and torn, her flesh open to the bone in many places, the white of her skull showing through the dingey skin. She appeares to be rotting away, yet still air is drug into her blackned lungs. What could have caused this strange creature to live after death, to survive after being so mangled....she can not tell us this, but something she has left behind can...
What you are about to hear is the journal entries of one, Experient #12, aka Sinpathy, during her imprisonment inside the work center of the moon...
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Journal Entry:
Sinpathy, May, 8th
Well, as we already know, I've been sentenced to death. I suppose no one can take a girls word these days...I didn't know that she was going to die?! Anyways, just before the date, this Scientist guy, Seith, shows up and makes my bail...cool right? Yeah right! He's taken me to some moon base for some kind of "testing"....great...At least I'm alive right?
May, 12th
Been here a few days. Nothing much really going on. Guy zaps you a couple of time with this wierd ray gun, and off you go, back to your cell. He tatooed us today with numbers. Mine is 12. There's a Tiger in the cell next to me...he doesn't talk much.
May, 16th
Things are getting alittle weird now. The zapping is happening more often now, and at lunch we're no longer aloud to sit with other cell mates...I cut myself the other day...funny thing is it hasn't healed yet. Not even a little....and it barely bled...
May, 20th
Something bigs going on I can feel it. The tiger was taken out the other day and never came back...I can't seem to sleep at night anymore, and this darned wound still hasn't healed. Seith says that he's almost ready for something...he's ralling us like an army.
May, 23rd
There's been an explosion of some kind...write more later...
I know what's going on now! The wound, the army, the ray...Seith's made an army of creatures that CAN'T DIE! I've been getting hurt but there's no pain, no blood and it doesn't heal...wait....................got to go, another explosion.................
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And that was the last entry. After that she was found on an escape pod to earth, her body ravaged, but still alive. What further is to become of this mare is unknown...and what had really happened is still a mystery....And there's no one now who can tell the tale.
~Intro~
In the darkness of an abandoned graveyard a shadow shifted among those of the tombstones and mosileums. A mare wandered, her body a sickly green hue, most of the fur rotted away leaving slimy leathery skin in it's place. Long ashen locks whisped around her body in jagged lengths, dirty and wild. Much of her body seemed....missing. Her chest below her body lay open exposing her ribs, a bit of her hind right leg was down to the bone, it's pure white color glistening in the moonlight. Slashes ran over her hind, and front leg. Her golden hoove were cracked and dirty. Throat exposed to the night air as a weazing breath tore it's way through her. One raven black wing lay torn and jostled apon her back, the other had been striped to nothing but the bone, flesh still idly clinging to it. But her face was most unusal. It seemed normal till her jaw came into view...Literaly came into veiw. Her entire lower jaw was nothing but exposted bone...tounge long sence degraded. Her cold crimson hues dashed about nervously as she walked along, broken golden horn rising like a shrine from her forhead, casting the forelock to either side. Lastly, apon her shoulder was branded a sort of tatoo. The number 12 in roman numerals. It appeared, at least on this night, that the dead really DID walk the earth in her silent search for something unknown.
Stats
Personality
Empty
Lost
Listless
Wandering
Longing
Disc:
Body Color: Rotted Green
Mane and Tail: Ashen
Horn and Hooves: Golden Orange
Wings: Black faded to gray
Eyes: Crimson
Extras?: Um...she's rotting? 0o
Mood:....Don't ask...
Mate Status: *blink* (Stares at you indignatly before turning her back to you)
Family?: None
Position?: Sundry Mare
P.S.: She can speak but only in whispers and only with wind.
Companion's Story
The way this insect came to her life, was...well, unusal, but simple. As the days and months went by, her body began to...rot for lack of a better word. Seith had made a vital error in his plans, for even though she was dead, she would never be released from the living world. And as such, she began to fall apart. One morning she awoke to the strangest of sensations. Deep within the chest cavity that had resently opened up, she felt a sort of tickle. She stared down in shock as a tiny red beetle poked it's head out to her, then poped back in again. She let out a shriek, not needing a tounge to scream and began to shake, trying to dislodge the bug. But it held strong, happy with the new home it had found within Sinpathy. Finally, she gave in and laid on the ground panting, her auds pinned in frustration. The beatle then climbed out her mouth and crawled up her nose to stare at her eye to eye. It's tiny hues seemed so innocent and pleading, and it's gentle chirps seemed calming. With a sigh of defeat the mare leaned down and placed the bug back into her chest, listening to it's happy sounds as it nestled in near her jugular. I suppose even the dead need company once in a while.
Poem
Chill
The chill takes you,
Makes you numb,
No emotion,
No love, no hate, no tears.
on ly the sting of nothing...
Is life better like this?
No weakness to stop you,
Yet no strength to guide you...
Empty is what it makes you,
And death is how it takes you...
Family and Friends
Phantom:He is a rather interesting character. He "bumped" into me in my graveyard, and is convienently blind, for if he weren't I'm sure he'd have fled at the sight of me. He convinced me to leave with him and now we travel for a place called, The Sundry Herd. The winds have recharged me to the point where I can speak in short intervals which is all I truely need...it is nice to have someone around again after so long in solitude.....
Pirrip: I ran into this fellow one night as I was searching for one to help me understand WHAT it is I have become. He seemed to know whom I was searching for and lead me to a decrept hospital to meet this "stallion" Though, SOMEONE beat us to him...We dislodged the evil beast from him and now we lie in wait for the next move.
Diikae: This is the very stallion for which I searched. I heard there had been another of the living dead like me and here he is. But there are so many differences...he still feels agonizing pain, and is still fresh and full of fluid...he isn't really like me...my search continues, but until I find whom I really am searching for, I MUST protect this poor soul from the evil's of DS.
DS: This BEAST is DS...he's a skondrel and a sick perverted monster. He pleasures in tormenting others, especially women, and the undead, of which I happen to be both....joy. He was attacking Diikae when we met him, and between talking and mild threat from Pirrip, we finally got him to leave...but we're sure he'll return...I MUST get Diikae out of here....
I believe them bones are me
Some say we're born into the grave
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones
Dust rise right on over my time
Empty fossil of the new scene
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones
Toll due bad dreams come true
I lie dead gone under red sky
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them...
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them...
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones
