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Camille ground her teeth before suddenly smirking. The red of her eyes glowing intensely as she took up... View MoreThe following follows this Story post here: https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2378/ombre-temute/
Camille ground her teeth before suddenly smirking. The red of her eyes glowing intensely as she took up a battle stance. "Come get me."
"You stand no chance! Just stand down, and accept yo-" Camille kicked a rock, sending it rocketing into the guard's head and instantly knocking him out. His body falling hard to the floor.
"I missed that, what was he saying?" She grinned, locking eyes with another guard. Time stood still for just a moment before they all dived in at her at one time...
Many Years Ago
"We finally caught you, rat! You kicked a girl out a window! We knew you were a freak!"
"Yeah, whatcha do it for? Hm? To pretend you're better than everyone else?"
"Look at her, she's shivering in fear!"
Camille, cornered and trembling, tried to find an escape. But the majority of the class was surrounding her. School had just let out and she was only trying to get home. Now, she had pegasi flying above with grounded others keeping her pinned.
"It's time you pay for what you did, rat!"
Camille looked about, hoping she could find Cookie, but unable to tell if she was there. Tears began to stream from her eyes. She didn't mean to do it! She was scared not used to the treatment often seen in schools. And in that moment she found herself jumped by a class of students. Not all made a move, but a select few did. Kicking, punching, and generally hitting the small girl over and over. She tried to protect her head with her arms, crying out in pain with each hit. Afraid to fight back.
Then, she opened her mouth and let out a soundless breath...It wasn't so soundless, though. As it was Sonar. The sound she made to call for help.
The sound she made this time was adjusted to not reach the ears of her mother, but for them to reach her father, Alexander 'Crow' Kingston. She wouldn't be alone for long...
Ombre Temute
Dreaded Shadows Three more lanterns had been lit. Glowing bright white within the presence of Camille. Now that these ghoulish figures had been vanquished. Halfway through the third lantern,
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From within the seemingly abandoned building overgrown with nature one could make out the sounds of disturbance from within. Shouting, weapons being drawn, objects breaking and shrill cries of pain bl... View MoreFrom within the seemingly abandoned building overgrown with nature one could make out the sounds of disturbance from within. Shouting, weapons being drawn, objects breaking and shrill cries of pain blending together in one symphony of chaos before fading off into utter silence.
Finally. A moment of peace.
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History has a funny way of coming back around. December of 2019, four years and two months ago, the following incident happened. It was the beginning of a long line of battles; wins and losses. She'd ... View MoreHistory has a funny way of coming back around. December of 2019, four years and two months ago, the following incident happened. It was the beginning of a long line of battles; wins and losses. She'd found an unthinkable love in a stallion, Alexander "Alexander 'Crow' Kingston" Kingston. She'd had a daughter, Camille. She'd even made a friend or two in a punk-rock drummer and a mare of oceanic vibes.
All of which creating a light for her to gaze to from her pillar in the night. A glimmer of hope, of life, and of everything she'd been missing out of for over a thousand years time.
She now had ponies to protect, and she would do it at any cost. So this time, when history repeated, she had a new plan.
The scenes are the same, the ponies have changed...
Atop a Dance Club in Manehatten...
Rosa stood silently as a group of shadowed, or rather silhouetted ponies danced around her. Speaking in a hush. This time, the demons that haunted her weren't demons, but ponies. They all wanted something, and they wanted her to say where it was.
"Ohh, come on, Rosalyn Cavalier~" One spoke, her voice scratchy. "Just spill it, before we kindly spill you~"
Rosa remained steadfast, looking only ahead of herself as she listened to their movements. "You do not have my respect to use my full name, thrall.x
"Oh, Rosalyn, you hurt us with such vain insults! You know, you've pushed buttons for far too long, and Phoenix Rising will have no more!"
Rosa smirked, and lunged forwards, stopping the mare from saying the next to words. Instead, the mare found herself looking at her own body as light faded to black.
There was silence for a moment, then...the bass within dropped.
The first one to lunge at Rosa quickly met a hind hoof, being kicked across the roof. Two of six down, but two came next, each flipping in and aiming for a blow she knew would be paralyzing. So, she jumped and twisted in the air, grabbing on of their hooves and spinning him into the mare that attacked. The speed almost left that stallion without a hoof, and they both smashed into the sign mounted at the roof edge. Four down, two to go. The next mare, quicker, landed an actual blow against Rosa's side, sending her sliding away. But, she was quick to return...
...she'd suddenly flip around across the roof, aiming a quick successive hits against the mare. The blunt hits enough to send her wheezing and stumbling over the roof edge.
One left. The explosion was next, the one that'd sent Rosa off, and into the grace of her stallion. Not this time, though. The magic missile flew towards her, but she'd open her maw and bit down on it. It shattered like a piece of candy, sending the explosion from her half-opened maw like an angry dragon. A smirk grew on her lips as she slowly approached the last one, who was now cowering from her.
"You go tell Phoenix, whatever is left of them, to never come near me, my family, nor my friends ever again. Or I will shred you all. This is not a threat, it is a promise."
The mare gulped, turned, and fled down through the hatch of the building. Rosa turned in time to see the pony she'd sent over the edge crawling back up over the small retaining wall. The mare cough, flopping down and wheezing. She was young, early twenties, and was pretty battered.
"Child. Why join a corrupted, conspiracy driven cult like this?"
"I," she gasped, holding her mid section, "was forced. They, they threatened my family..."
"Hm. They seem to hunger on weaker ponies. Pathetic. Do you want out?"
"Yes...yes I do. I didn't want to be here, but..."
"Then you're free. I now know how to bring them down, thanks to you. Come, let us get you patched up. And, no, I'm not sorry for breaking four ribs."
"...fair enough..."
Just who was this mare..?
When Camille was a foal, she was a trouble maker of a new sort. Of course, Rosa expected it, she knew how bat ponies were. Alexander 'Crow' Kingston, on the other hoof, may have a different opinion in... View MoreWhen Camille was a foal, she was a trouble maker of a new sort. Of course, Rosa expected it, she knew how bat ponies were. Alexander 'Crow' Kingston, on the other hoof, may have a different opinion in the matter.
What was important was the pain Rosa was currently in. Camille's fangs were starting to really grow in, and with that came what Rosa described as, "an insatiable itchiness that just won't relent." What did that mean?
Well, she'd raise a wing to show Camille hanging from it by her fangs, nomming over and over. It hurt Rosa, and only slightly relieved the smol one. "This is but one reason why I call her Mouse." For her filly, she would endure.
Camille took a deep breath and opened her eyes. In front of her she could see beautiful skies, but that’s as far as the normalcy went. Everything else felt wrong. It wasn’t until she looked, in her pe... View MoreCamille took a deep breath and opened her eyes. In front of her she could see beautiful skies, but that’s as far as the normalcy went. Everything else felt wrong. It wasn’t until she looked, in her perspective, up to see an ocean of water. Looking down she'd see clouds; dark grey and rolling. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, and felt gravity pulling her to the water.
Instead, she fell into the clouds, and the air became choked with humidity and static. She tried to open her wings, but they didn't respond. Each cloud she hit exploded, then morphed back together once she was through.
Then she broke free of the clouds and splashed into another ocean. Sinking deeper and deeper, but able to breathe. Unhindered by pressures that should have been collapsing on her. Instead she sunk into the darkness, and then back out into the lighter water. Until her hooves touched the surface from beneath.
Hazed by the water, she became confused, and able to move now she’d tap on the surface like it was concrete. Confusion settled in until she looked into it. Seeing her reflection perfectly matching herself.
Something changed.
Camille lifted her head up to look around and found she was no longer underwater, but seemingly had switched places with her reflection.
Now the clouds floated above, and the water became once-more buoyant, allow her to fall in with a splash.
Camille awoke with a start, sitting up in her makeshift bed. She was drenched in sweat, mane sticking to her from the wetness. That's when she realized it was raining.
Was her dream just a warning of the weather, or something greater? Was it even a dream?
It fed her only confusion until the idea of falling away and sinking started to clear up. It was every pain she felt, all at once. A shiver ran down Camille’s spine and she’d drop from her bed to her hooves and head out to the one place she’d not been a while.
Then again, the pony she wanted to see may not even be there. Her senses were well practiced in tracking now, though. All the bat needed to do was let out a squeak, listen, and her answer would come rushing back. After doing so, she’d take to the air. Her goal was her father. She’d fly high above before spotting
Alexander 'Crow' Kingston, landing with a stumble close by.
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