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Orbed!; Final Hour
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Topic Started: Aug 18 2012, 08:05 AM (471 Views)
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Amber Moon
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Aug 18 2012, 08:05 AM
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Sky... the endless sky... so white and deep, even from here... Ground... so blurred... mixture of green, brown and white... And me. The only thing I can see clearly. My hooves under my chest. Curled up in here... not much room for movement, if I only... manage... to move... my hind legs a bit... uh, they're getting numbed... so badly... I have... to. Move. This. Ball!
A rare, if not unseen so far event took place on the edge of Ponyville's Park in this cold morning. A pony-size crystal ball was slowly rolling through one of the streets, appearently moving by itself. It was odd enough to scare the only pony met on it's way - a poor unicorn who just started his jogging session. And it would all have some happy ending, were it not creepy, disorted voice crying from help from within the matt, crystal ball... poor fella decided to cut his session short this day, leaving the rolling Thing alone...
Uh... remind me once again, how the hell have I managed to catch myself in my own trap...
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Final Hour
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Aug 18 2012, 08:23 AM
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Just like everything else, Final Hour hated the cold, though it may be discussed that cold was the thing she most despised. She kept her ratty scarf wrapped tightly around her neck this morning, shivering as she slinked along, mostly unseen by other ponies, though a few could have sworn they heard something in the shadows growl at them.
It was during this time outside of her mother's residence that Final Hour happened upon an odd sight. A large crystal ball, rolling around in the middle of the road. Walking up to it, she, out of curiosity, prodded it with a hoof. "...Ball?"
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Amber Moon
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Aug 18 2012, 08:34 AM
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Struggling to change his position, Amber was rolling slowly down the alley, when he felt a slight hit from the outside. A heavily blurred, black-red spot was what he locked his gaze on now, trying to turn in it's direction.
"H-hey... hey you!" - he shouted, his voice echoing inside of his "prison". His eyes were only two, amber-colored spots in a mixture of pearl, black and purple abstraction seen from outside the crystal ball.
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Final Hour
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Aug 18 2012, 08:36 AM
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Final Hour took a step back. This thing didn't... LOOK like a pony, so it couldn't have been all bad. "Yes?" She asked nervously. "What... what do you want?"
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Aug 18 2012, 08:44 AM
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"H-hey, don't run! Please!" - he replied to unclear voice from beyond the ball. Please, don't!... - I won't hurt you! Don't be afraid! Please, you must help me!" - although Amber was not suffering from claustrophobia, the tension of nerves came to his voice. He tried to buck the ball with his hind legs, but it only brought some pain to his already numbed limbs.
"GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
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Final Hour
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Aug 18 2012, 09:03 AM
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Final Hour eyed the large ball carefully. "So you're... inside this thing? How do I get you out?" She asked, before a thought struck her and she prodded the sphere angrily. "You're not a pony, are you!?" She growled as intimidatingly as she could, which wasn't much if at all.
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Aug 18 2012, 09:22 AM
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Oh great. A rescue came from an enraged filly, judging by the contour... and that voice...
Suddenly, an idea bloomed in Amber's head.
"You won't find out until you release me from here!" - he answered, with the most challenging and encouraging voice he could. He bucked the orb again... and this time the wave of pain will surely make him remember the lesson about bucking hard glass with numbed hooves...
"Listen! I'm trying to smash this thing from inside, but it's not too efficent! You'd have to find something heavy and crash it with this org... right... here!" - he hit one place with his hoof, the orange spot visible from outside. A small crevasse marked the place where the trapped pony tried to buck before. - "I'm running out of air, so whatever you do, do it quickly! PLEE-ASE!" - he shouted a mixture of anger and misery.
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Final Hour
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Aug 18 2012, 12:52 PM
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To the young imp, Amber's challenging tone made it sound like he was suggesting she couldn't help him, that she was weak. In response, Final Hour growled angrily, and lowered her head. She headbutted the crevice, well, head on.
There was a cracking sound, and Final Hour staggered back, dazed. Fortunately, as very little common injuries can ever be applied to demons of any caliber, the imp's head was fine. The ball, however, was a different story, as it now was beginning to split open. Obviously, Final Hour was either hard-headed or just thick-headed.
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Aug 18 2012, 02:18 PM
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Watching the colors of bent light spinning around the extending break on his crystal orb, like in kaleidoscope, Amber felt the slight gust of cold, fresh air. He hasn't been trapped for long, but still enough to make the air inside unbreathable...
Finally, the crevice grew long enough for ball to be broken. Finally, just one, strong buck... Amber gave all the power left in his hind legs to perform a mighty kick, accompanied by angry shout... and the sound of cracking glass.
The light of day filled his eyes, as he struggled to get out through shattered glass ball... slowly standing up, getting rid of the remainings of crystal shards from his coat, he couldn't help but take a deeeeeep breath and give a simple, yet a bit evil laugh...
"Finally... I'm Free!" - he shouted, his voice still shaking from excitement.
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Aug 18 2012, 11:15 PM
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Final Hour watched the pegasus emerge from his crystal trap, eyeing him distrustingly, before angrily snarling. Though this pony didn't give off that tasty smell coupled with that repulsive aura other ponies did (instead there was no smell at all, the aura felt less alien to her), Final Hour snarled anyway. "You ARE a pony! I shoulda let you die..." She hissed.
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Aug 19 2012, 04:16 AM
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Her words hit Amber, but instead of usual preparations to argue in his mind he felt something quite different. A kind of good nostalgia?
"Ah... It's been long years since I've heared words like that, threats with a scent of typical Avian racism... but wait..." - he turned straight to her, his eyes glowing with gold in sun rays, now scanning... a little, red-grey filly... - "Ow, you're just a filly! I think I owe you some big thanks?" - he finally freed his hooves from the mess of shattered crystal shards, moving slowly in her direction. - "Come on, no need to fear me, honestly... you seem like somepony hurt you badly today, hm?"
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Final Hour
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Aug 19 2012, 10:26 AM
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Final Hour growled again, lowering her head to the ground as she took steps back, keeping her distance from Amber. "I'm not a filly..." She bared her small, pointed teeth, her slitted pupils thin. "I'm always hurt. Mean, stupid ponies like you always hurt me..."
There was a hint of hurt emotion in her voice. Obviously, seeing somepony approaching her slowly brought back painful memories. "I'm a demon, not a dumb pony." She snapped at him, trying to make up for not hiding a sudden sniffle.
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Aug 19 2012, 11:17 AM
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Ponies... spoken by her, this word held a baggage of hard feelings. Amber reminded himself his hometribe, where "Pony" was often used as a synonym for "weakness" or for "something completly worthless"...
"A Demon..?" - he asked silently, halting his hooves.
In all of my life I've never met a demon. I've heared about their kind, but never encountered any of them... could it be that she can read my thoughts? She looks rather confused... or maybe she consider herself evil? Evil like devil itself? Well, demon... Angels are demons too, after all...
After a second-lasting avalanche of words he tilted his head and finally spoke:
"Hard to be different in this world, in these times, hmm?"
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Final Hour
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Aug 20 2012, 07:20 PM
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Final Hour wasn't exactly excited about talking to some stupid pony that didn't smell like one. Something still compelled her to answer. "Yeah..." She said nervously, still partially glaring at Amber. "You dumb ponies don't always stop and talk to me... you just scream and shout and attack..."
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Aug 29 2012, 09:01 AM
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"Am I that different, really? Well. Don't expect anything like that from me. I've got enough of fighting and shouting already. For my entire life."
A strong gust of cold wind blew through the alley, forcing him to close his eyes as his mane and tail tried to chase the wild gust. The broken orb shards were now scattered all around the road.
"Daira, it's windy today... and they said it's going to be such a nice day..." - Amber mumbled. - "I better get to clean this mess. Somepony might get hurt... A-are you alright? You're surely freezing in this wind..."
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