Adherence (Dark - 18+)

Adherence is a curse. Adherence is a blight in the form of addiction. An addiction that when played out screams in the face of those that follow its dark definition. Adherence, over all else, is a word- but words have power. A vocal call, a spell, a command that is conjured up through the voice. Adherence is a curse. Rosa stood, eyes locked onto the forests in front of her. She held her right hoof over the wound in her opposite shoulder, holding back the blood that seeped through. She was damaged, weak, tired, dirty, and...lost. The forest ahead had been alight with fires and smoke that blocked out that of the sun which shown through the clouds above. And the whispers never subsided. "The Warped Await," echoing in her head as if spoken from every angle. Her magenta eyes filled with tears as she finally fell to her knees, crying out in pain. This was no physical pain but instead was the emotional turmoil of a fight she wanted no part of. A Curse that would never fade, and would last... Adherence is a blight. Everything had begun to surround her. Everything was there, but morphing into a single layer of a black tar-like substance. It swirled around the thestral mare, claws reaching out from seemingly nowhere, placing her into a tightening choke hold. The smiles that shined through were everything she had loved, and everything she'd feared. It spread, no matter which way she went...and when it subsided, eventually, it'd be back again. Spreading beyond understanding, and without remorse. A Blight to drag her down. Adherence is an addiction. Within her, what she tried to hide would always find its way back out. Claws, teeth, smiles, and all...and with it brought a darker side of a mare that was more a creature of darkness now than a normal living pony. A stalker of night, a drinker of a passion, and drawn to repeat the same thing. Over and over. Forever and always. Rosa was stuck fighting something she even barely understood... The forest ahead returned to view as the grey mare stood straight, red eyes focusing on the monster in the distance that had caused all of this. Her pink mane flowing in the growing winds, and wings spreading as she readied to take flight. Her blood boiled, a desire to drink up the growing lust for an impending fight. A desire to once again sing into the blight of battle. Then she'd realize that the monster across the way, the one she'd been staring at, was herself. Yet, she still wanted to fight. An Addiction she just need to sate. Rosa Notturno was no more. Rosa Cavalier was born. To become a monster, the thing one fears most, in order to protect the rest that don't see the everlasting war, is a step of a true hero that is living the life of a villain. She is committed to doing the right thing. An Adherence to all that is left, because for Rosa, there isn't much there... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0oZNWif_jk