by Green Pepper Mon Feb 25, 2013 1:06 am
Green suddenly found himself caught up in a shimmering aura of magic. One any other day, he would have lashed out, perhaps shot the unicorn. Several years ago, he had been attacked by a raider with magic. He did not want to go through that again.
However, this time he simply leaned on the surprisingly weak support. He heard the prissy unicorn speak loudly about a doctor, which calmed him down significantly. He saw the revulsion in her eyes, which confused him, but he let it slide.
He looked ove at the silent zebra he had knocked over, painfully aware of every eye upon him. He nodded to her, speaking in a low voice.
"Ah'm sahrry, miss. Di-in't mean ter stahtle yuh." He hated his voice. Several centuries of poor living conditions had fused a few of his vocal cords together, making his already 'country bumpkin' accent even more pronounced, and distorting his words until it was nigh impossible to understand him.
He felt their condemning and suspicious eyes upon him, even as he looked towards the dirt like a whipped, tired old dog. It was like this everywhere he went. Nopony ever seemed to see the pony behind the rot, the kind personality behind the feral grin. No, he had to earn the right to even a simple smile, time and time again.
Such was the way of this world. Nopony trusted for no reason. Those that do are taken advantage of, or disappear one day, never to be seen from again. Life goes on, and if anything had been learned during all those years, it was that one lesson.
Eventually, he had stopped caring. His family was dead, he was treated like a monster, and feared. At one point he had considered giving up. But his old pa had a saying: 'Son, yah see them there taters? Thems are in the ground now, and when Ah dig 'em up, they may be rotten. Aye, and the next one too. But just remember. If ya continue to plant, an' wait patient-like, y'all eventually get a good crop'
And so, he kept going, waiting for the good crop. And now he had it. A nice house, a paying job, a mare with a smile that just wouldn't quit. He was living the life, and for once, he was feelinbg happy again. All he needs to do now is suffer through this tiny bit, and he can cuddle up with Swift Arrow under the cloudy nighttime sky in his cemetary.
Peaceful.