Camille

March 29, 2024 1:56 am

"The ashes have already been painted. The fires are kindled. Thus may the hunt begin." ~The Oracle Camille had been strapped to a chair, her head covered in a bag that made either very difficult to b... View More"The ashes have already been painted. The fires are kindled. Thus may the hunt begin." ~The Oracle Camille had been strapped to a chair, her head covered in a bag that made either very difficult to breathe. Her sight was fully blocked at this point. There was a coldness deep inside that afflicted her. The room felt dangerous, and with confinement as such only increased that threat. "So," a gruff voice called out, "the pipsqueak is finally beaten, and captured. Ready to pay for your crimes, murderer?" She did not reply. "Not a talker, eh?" another voice asked, this one soft and feminine. A hoof pressed painfully into Camille's stomach. "That's fine. We'll weedle it out of you!" There still was no reply, followed by a firm smack across her muzzle. The bag made it difficult, being caught in the hoof and flung off. Now, Camille could see the two guards. She'd smile toothily, her red eye casting a deep red glare, as the blue one seemed much more gentle, even through the glare. "Oh, what a dangerous situation we've found ourselves in. Tell me, do you both have good insurance?" The stallion stomped on her tail, causing her to growl out in pain, her expression quickly turning from the smile to a frown, then right back to a smile. This time crooked. "Now I know who doesn't." "Shut up, freak! You are here as a prisoner, and will answer our questions! For one, where is the body of the pony you murdered?" The stallion huffed. "I don't murder." The mare stepped in, "But you did, we know you did! The Valkyrie said you killed her!" "Killing and murder aren't the same." A punch across her face turned her head, but she'd look back with a slightly bloody smile. "Harder~" "What the fuck?" "Oh, sorry, was that too forward? I dunno what comes over me sometimes." "Quit screwing with us! Tell us what we want to know, now! Or there will be consequences! Where is her body, and why did you murder her?" The female guard had been losing her temper. Camille tilted her head in confusion. "First off, you don't know what really happened. She was trying to kill me. I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice. Second, don't threaten me." The stallion pressed the business-end of his sword up against her head, leaving a small gash that would bleed pretty badly. "Listen here, punk! She was going to lead us to victory, and you broke her! Now we have to move on our own. So, quit pissing around, and tell me. Where. Is. Her. Body!?" Camille's nasty smirk returned, and her red eye almost seemed to glow. "Another threat. And you just gave yourself away, not only to me, but to everypony. You think I'd come in here without a plan?" "Come in here? We caught you!" "True, it happened earlier than I planned, but sometimes the softer soul inside takes the lead. Soon enough my mom will be here with the Lunar Guard and lock you all up." "You...you bitch! The guard wants you too! You'll be locked up as well!" "Sorry, not how it works. Plus, I'm not a civilian. I'm more than that!" She'd hold up her hooves, thought to be tied by the other two, and jumped at them. By time Rosa arrived with the guards, the two were bound and ready for transport, but Camille was gone. On the hunt again.

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Camille

March 8, 2024 7:01 pm

Red. How does one know when they had finally lost everything they stood for? When the only color in their mind is red. Strength and anger. The opposite of blue, calm and tactfulness. Camille's life ha... View More

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Camille

February 22, 2024 9:45 pm

//Depictions of anxiety//

Ebb and Flow

"Of all the worst places to be." Camille let out a groan as she pulled another branch from her mane and tossed it aside. Another contract landed her in the Swa... View More//Depictions of anxiety//

Ebb and Flow

"Of all the worst places to be." Camille let out a groan as she pulled another branch from her mane and tossed it aside. Another contract landed her in the Swamplands, and she was not happy about it. At least the pay would be pretty good this time. Her travels had brought her to an old, run down alter. The place felt familiar... She turned to see a pile of rocks, a carefully made cross planted at one end of it. The name on the sign was fading, but she instantly knew where she was. Or, at least where she thought she was. Camille took an involuntary step back and bumped into something, and in an instant did an evasive jump to see what it was. That mare was there, staring at her. Her expression fading between a smile and an evil smirk. "Couldn't save me," came a disembodied voice, the mouth on this imposter not moving. "I thought you were a hero? Heroes are villains with different agendas. You'd make a better villain." Camille's heart began racing, her breathing becoming more and more labored as she slowly backed away. "No, no, I tried! I mean it!" The voice came from her left, when she turned to look for it, it moved to the right. "Oh, sure you did. You saw how killing was your mother's outlet, and wanted to give. It. A. Try~" "Stop it!" "Oh, but sweet Camille, you want this~" Camille's heart raced, she could almost feel it beating out of her chest. Everything felt hot, and everything she did felt doubled. Every move felt heavy, but over forced. Her heart hurt in more than just a physical way. "Please, stop..." "Oh, sweet, poor thing! Can't even muster the courage to stand up to your own demon?~" She had enough. Flight wasn't going to work, so she had one other option: fight. "I said...STOP!" Camille screamed out, stomping her front hooves on the ground. Suddenly, the veil came crashing down and she found herself just outside of Ponyville. She didn't remember walking that far, or how she had got there. All she knew was the world faded to black and she passed out in the street. The Godhunter, the wanted killer, had become easy picking for the guards to apprehend. Camille had been caught.

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Camille

January 20, 2024 10:23 pm

//Just a small thing before work. A bit of a fresh approach to Camille. This'll be anthro// Creeping vines and ashened veils to hide faults. Whispering deaths and sorrowed rays of light filtering thr... View More//Just a small thing before work. A bit of a fresh approach to Camille. This'll be anthro// Creeping vines and ashened veils to hide faults. Whispering deaths and sorrowed rays of light filtering through treetops. Yet, unmistakable, remained the mission. Enchanted and upgraded gauntlets lead the way for a mission of fire. To burn down every wannabe god, before they can harm anymore innocent souls. A glowing chasm, depths home to the wavering souls of many cries for help. Cries that Camille will answer. She hung by one hand from a branch, her the rest of her weight pressed into the very same tree. She doesn't belong higher, she doesn't desire lower. She desires balance. Balance, much like red and blue. Black and white. Light and dark. But in the wavering balance lies one truth to her, a art of a mission that she found for herself: where good and evil meet, there is no difference. Power belongs in all, the many, not the few. The lithe mare let out a low, uncanny whistle as her target approached. Like a whispered bird call, it faded into the wind, but the target still heard. The target looked about, holding their lantern up in a vain attempt to cast light in the dark. Nothing could be seen. The whistle came again. They could feel a presence, chilling in their bones, aching deep within. Something is lurking, and it was ready to present itself. They draw their sword, ready to fight. Taking a defensive stance, and in fairness, Camille gave them that opportunity. Then, in a flash, their lantern caught something approaching. Casting a glow over the face of a certain pair of eyes. Red of the dark, blue of the day. And tonight, that red was brightest. The moon seemed to warn them, a glazed hue of orange and red. They stood there, paralyzed, hopeless. Their time in power has fallen, and so shall they. Camille held out a hand, beckoning them closer. As they approached, as you approached, you see the sly smirk on her muzzle. It was too late. Your sword shattered, along with many blades before it, and the heavy weight of a gauntlet met your gut. In that instant, all magic you have ever known was drained away. You had been marked for the hunt, now you're nothing. "Non es gratis. "Semper sub custodia mea."

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Camille

January 11, 2024 6:59 pm

That adrenaline rush when weapons fly It's the fear that brings out that body high So you know that I'm stuck Here paralyzed with you In a midnight clash of circumstance... View More

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Camille

August 23, 2023 6:47 am

Camille spread her wings nice and wide, flexed them, then smirked. "Oh, yeah, these exercises are working wonders! I feel I could take off in a single flap!"

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Then fly! *Nitroxus said jumping out of a bush.*

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Camille

August 7, 2023 10:50 am

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Camille entered the room with her head down, cloak hiding her features, and long enough to even hide the portion of her forelegs that her gauntlets were attached to. She wal... View More

Continuation of This Post

Camille entered the room with her head down, cloak hiding her features, and long enough to even hide the portion of her forelegs that her gauntlets were attached to. She walked slowly around the crowd in the center of the room, approaching the bound mare in the chair. The deep red of her eyes piercing through the veil Camille wore, and the subtle smile on her lips noticeable. "More than enough for you! Let's let the filly do the first cut!" Camille's hood fell back as she lifted her head with a smirk, her front hooves stomped the floor to engage her gauntlets. "Hi, Mom." "What?!" The lights suddenly shut out, plunging the building into darkness. An all-too familiar song in Camille's book began playing over the nearby loudspeaker. The unicorns in the room lit up their horns and looked to Rosa, seeing Camille was gone, and the bound mare shrugged. "Have you tried...up?" "The rafters!" one of them called out, only to have a hoof tap them on the shoulder. They turned in shock, seeing Camille, no longer cloaked, standing there and leaning on another one's back. "Oh, that's a big word for you. Let's try smaller...like...duck?" "Duck?" "Duck?" Camille chuckled, booping the first stallion on the nose with her hoof, "Goose!" *WHAM!* Her gauntlet made contact with his face, and he almost comically bounced across the room. The others moved to attack, and Camille shot up into the rafters. They searched and searched, until one turned, coming face-to-face with Camille...who was hanging upside down by her tail. "Ooh, are you ready girls?!" She'd snatch one, and up they went with a scream. A unicorn started casting magic bolts into the air only to hit nothing. Camille landed beside him, punching him once in the gut, then the side, then the gut again. Followed by a swift kick to the- oof! Let's just say he screamed like a filly. One mare, wielding a knife, tried to plunge it into Camille, only to find it caught in her gauntlet. She'd bring her hoof down, busting the knife in two, and a few of the mare's teeth with it. The mare fell back sprawling, only to find Camille patting her head and hopping off. The lights returned now, and the fight was on. Each one coming for the young bat pony, each one being treated to a gauntlet, a kick, and a few wrapped in her tail and flicked across the room. She'd flip backward off of a table, bringing her hoof down on one's back. Right at the crevice of his neck. He just stood there paralyzed. "Come on, buck...move! Why aren't you moving! Fight her!" "hmm...nh...nmh..." The music cut out suddenly, and Camille stopped to sigh. "Really? Who did it?" One of the unicorns blinked, flipping the record over and setting it down. It was a bootleg record for sure. Camille smirked, "Oh, good choice, but that's my mom's song~" She'd run towards the mare, who cowered down and received a nice little smack across the head. Just enough to end her sprawling. Camille didn't end her cadence, running quite-literally up the wall, and back into the rafters. Even with the lights on, it was hard to see her. There were only two left. "Come on, just zap her! How hard is it, zap! Pew! Do something!" Rosa rolled her eyes, "her weaknezs iz cute marez and a plushy collection." "Ew, mom!" Camille chimed, landing behind the two, who both turned in shock. "Stop eavesdropping!" She grabbed both ponies by the head with her wings, and brought them together in holy ouch-rimony. She yawned, trotting passed the paralyzed stallion and pushed him over with a hind hoof. "We are talking about this when we get home!" Rosa, snickering, easily broke out of the binds and leaned down to look at the mare that'd been slapped. "Boo." The mare screamed, backing up against the wall. "Time to queztion them. Remember, you don't torture. Just zcare zem." Camille smirked, hoof-bumping her gauntlets together with a loud "clank!" before approaching the mare. "No problem..."

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Some 4 years later... Camille stood shakily, staring down the group that'd been chasing her down. Her body damaged, wings torn, and gauntlets overly damaged. One was crushed into her foreleg, hobbling her. Something was off, though. These weren't the guards that'd been hunting her to this point. No... View More

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Camille

August 1, 2023 11:48 pm

Trigger Warning - Blood | Crisis Camille crashed through a roof, a ceiling, glass table, and even the second floor before landing on the ground floor. She lay there, dazed, and staring up at the hole... View More

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July 13, 2023 4:18 pm

There is more to this scene than meets the eye. Camille has heterochromia, and oddy enough each eye represents a part of her. The blue eye represents her fathers side. Calm, and to her, kindness. Com... View More

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Camille

July 8, 2023 9:50 pm

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 Crow, landing with a stumble close by.

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Rain fell steadily down upon the ground, thick and dark clouds hanging overhead with the promise of more to come. As puddles began to form and stretch across the ground as dirt was turned to mud beneath his boots, the lone stallion stood beneath the showering rain. The droplets of water steadily bou... View More

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Camille

Camille looked up at Alexander, the glistening in her eyes showing that her emotions were on the edge. Something her mother had taught her how to hide. She'd wasted no time at all bolting forwards and hugging onto her father's chest, burying her muzzle into it as she let out a low sob. Her hooves du... View More

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Alexander noticed that look in her eyes right away, a look that was enough to make his cold heart soften. By the time she has bolted towards him and reached him, his arms were outstretched and open to receive her into a tight, warm embrace. He hugged her tightly against her chest as she sobbed again... View MoreAlexander noticed that look in her eyes right away, a look that was enough to make his cold heart soften. By the time she has bolted towards him and reached him, his arms were outstretched and open to receive her into a tight, warm embrace. He hugged her tightly against her chest as she sobbed against him quietly, his chin finding its resting place upon her head as his hoof rubbed her back up and down slowly. “Easy, easy.. Just breathe..” He whispered quietly to her. He’d only loosen his hold on her as he felt her begin to separate, first just enough to peer up at him before she pushed off him to walk in a slow circle as she spoke. He stood still, silent, just listening. “You know that’s not true. Your mother and I both love you more than anything.” He’d remind her gently, but fell silent again when she revealed what had happened. He tilted his head slightly, his cold icy eyes easing slowly.. A tender hoof would lift, nudging her chin to guide her to peer back up at him. He took her face gently, beginning to swipe away and clear her face from any tears. His own expression didn’t display any anger, or disappointment. Just a calm understanding. “Look, kiddo..” He began. “It’s a strange feeling, killing a pony. I’ve killed countless folk. So many I’ve lost count by now.. Some had it coming, but others?…” He trailed off and left it at that, continuing again after a moment. “I’ve done a lot of things I wish I could take back. I was walking on a path of self destruction, and... That only changed when I met your mother, and we had you..” He’d lean down and press a gentle kiss to her forehead before he pulled her into his chest again. “The lives we live are hard.. Sometimes, no matter what you do, things don’t always work out how you want them to. You did *everything* you could to avoid it, and they gave you no choice. They made their choice, and they killed themselves.” He’d draw back to gaze upon her again with a serious gaze, shaking his head. “It was you or them. When everything is on the line, it must *always* be them. You killed because you had no choice.” Once more his gaze would soften, speaking quietly. “You’re no murderer, or killer. You’re the best thing I’ve done and this doesn’t change a thing. You’re on your way, kiddo. I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

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Camille

Hearing the way he put the entire event into focus did little to help her. Her mind was much too foggy to grasp what he was trying to say. At least at first. It was a lot to take in, after all. For one, it was no surprise that he'd killed many before, but not the full detail of each one. Two, her mo... View More

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