The O n e The O n l y Fancy

[Zohyd//]

F a n c y
.x Black doves don't flee they fight. x.

Human’s Eyes;; The hot desert sun hung high in the sky. No clouds were in sight and this drought season had lasted more than two months. All water had evaporated long ago, unless you counted the salty sea water that didn’t quench your thirst. I had been stuck on this land of he!! for over six months and haven’t seen a single sign of life. I’ve always feared this island when I was younger; I heard many stories of a beast that lurked on top of the surface that I a walking on now. One who showed no mercy when you came face to face, who could take your own breath in less than a second. No human who had a brain would go to this island, and yet here I was, with no beast in sight. I didn’t necessarily choose to come here, in my opinion I was forced. I could have either gone to a boarding school of all guys, or I could have run away. My parents never actually gave e the option of running away, but I did it anyway. I was a kid who was too rebellious for a boarding school, especially one of all boys. I had snuck around the island, only wearing my baggy shorts which were torn in many places. Over these past few months I have survived of the slimy green stuff that we call seaweed, and I occasionally ate grass. As you should be able to tell by now I am skinny and do not carry the typical male figure that a male should carry.

This particular day seemed all very strange for me. I had a feeling something strange, something different was going to happen. Sweat was rolling down my face and into my bright blue eyes from the fire ball we like to call the Sun. I had been climbing a short, steep hill where the sand went up to the middle of my shins. Once reaching the top I put my hands on my knees and tried to catch my breath. I let my eyes scan over the horizon and saw a dark figure that lay upon the ground, and I was sure it was a shadow. After all these months shadows came rare to me. I moved my skinny, weak legs as fast as I could stumbling and tripping, but never stopping. I plunged my body under the shadow and it immediately began to cool of my sun burnt skin. I lay there until night fall, I knew I needed to head back to the shore, but I was too tired. I let myself close my eyes and drift off, and when I woke it was pitch black. I knew by now night was not safe around here, that was when the beast attacked but I haven’t seen or heard it for six months, so maybe it had died, or left the large sand isle.

I stood up and brushed my knees and elbows off. I straightened myself and began walking, but quickly stopped do to a distant sound. Fear ran through my body. A nervous sweat broke through as I began trembling. I thought the sound might go away but it only seemed to be getting closer. I began to feel the earth shake and I heard a scream, as in a warning call to leave or die. I turned and began running, but I was too weak. I fell to the soft sand and my eyes filled with tears. Between my sobs I heard the beast getting closer. I tried to force myself to look, but I was too scared. The sounds the beast made were familiar to me, as made by a normal animal. I listened and recognized the sound as hoof beats, made by a horse. What horse was crazy enough to attack? Did it have rabies? The ground began to shake yet again, but this time stronger, almost like an earthquake. It seemed as if the devil was splitting the Earth in two, and inviting me to his wretched kingdom. I thought I saw lighting and fire combine, but by now I knew my mind was playing tricks on me, and I knew it was the end. I finally found the courage to turn my head, but as I started turning I felt a warm breath against my neck…

Beast’s Eyes;; I haven’t always been stuck on this he!! If that is what you are wondering. I’ve only been here for three and a half years. It was always hot and water was always scarce. How did I get here? When I was ready to leave what used to be my sires he!! I had wanted to be alone. How I got here I’ not sure, but I don’t plan my whole day thinking about it either. Though when I was here there were three shacks the stood along next to each other, each containing a herd of two-legged mutants. One of the herds had a long piece of metal and wood combined, it seemed so useless but once set off it made a large boom and then pain would come. How do I know this? The loud boom was once set off towards me. Since wood was also scarce on the island the herd decided I would be a rather nice dinner. I was running along the shore, trying to get used to the feeling of the sound, for I was still unfamiliar with it. I heard the large boom and shifted my weight to my haunches and turned (spook). In the midst of my haunch turn something had struck me. The pain in my thick boa was brought to my attention. I felt y young weak body fall to the wet shore. I was a yearling when this all happened, and in fact I had lived. The mutant decided to come back for me later, hoping the water would already clean the blood from the scene, but when he came back I was gone. During the many months of healing a feeling of hatred and instinct to kill started creeping up on me, until it was no longer tolerable. I returned to the shacks, the urge to kill rushing through my veins. It was time to begin my attacks. I had broken into each shack; they were set up weak and poorly. I had killed each mutant and once seeing red liquid in one of the dead corpse I approached it with caution. I lowered my mug towards the pile and tasted it, oh how it tasted so sweet. For the next few months I survived off their corpse, not needing anything more. The taste of the red liquid was sweet and quenched y thirst, unlike the salty sea water.

It has now been three years later and I haven’t seen a mutant since. I poured y heart and soul into searching for my of the red liquid but after searching for two weeks I finally gave-in, knowing nothing was left of this he!!. Only six months ago I started noticing changes on my island. I saw skinny prints in the sand, and y seaweed was beginning to disappear. I was now starving and was tempted to find the mutant, though it had a way of hiding and covering its awful stench. It was only today when I felt I was near the tasty treat. I wouldn’t make my move until night, but I did stalk if the hours before. A rather stupid creature I must say, not noticing a large killer was watching your every move. I watched how it worked, but found no interest in my prey. Once it was time for my attack I made my first move, bull rushing it. I was the kind that preferred a chase more than a battle, but both were pleasing to me. My large bodice was now in full stride and I parted my kissers and released a warning to run. Once clearing the hill I saw the struggling mutant, it was trying to run for his life, but it was only failing. I quickly reached the mutant but it was already limp. My forelimb was raised and about to strike it when something stopped me. I lowered y mug to his boa and to in its scent…

Human’s Eyes;; I opened my eyes to find I wasn’t dead nor injured. I turned over and saw the beast standing over me. I opened my mouth the scream, but nothing came out. The next few hours went by in a blur; the beast and I seemed to connect in a way I have never known was possible. It was now a month and we looked out for each other. Both of us were gaining weight and I had no fears for this beast anymore. My last fear was when I felt my skinny legs wrap around the beast’s round barrel and we galloped along the shore. It was a comfortable position on top of the beast; it carried me with elegance and grace. The beast was large but an attractive looking equine. I found out the beast was a she, a mare was the correct term I believe. Our lives seemed to blend together at one and we enjoyed each other’s company, but our shared lives were coming to an end. I was a sad yet happy day. I woke up do to water sprinkling upon my body. It was raining! The drought had ended, but it turned out I was being rescued that day. I am still not sure how they knew I was there, but they weren’t leaving without me. I told them I wasn’t leaving without her. They thought I was talking about another human, but once they saw the equine a look of fear covered their face, I turned to see what the problem was, but what I saw I didn’t like. She had gone crazy…

Beast’s Eyes;; I let the mutant live and I still haven’t figured out why. I bonded with it, and later on I figured out that the mutant was a brute, a male actually. We both helped each other, both of us began to gain weight, and I even let the male ride me. I think I was beginning to fall in love with a different species. One morning the drought had ended, oh how enjoyed that morning, but in the afternoon something happened that would scar me, my soul, and my attitude for life. I took an afternoon nap and when my eyelids opened I heard my love talking, but to what. Other mutants. I am still not sure what happened but something in y mind clicked and I suddenly had the urge to kill and the craving for blood in my mouth once again. I lowered my large cranium to the hot sand and let out a high pitch scream. I then started my attack. There were three mutants, all standing side by side. I went for the tallest yet roundest one of the three. I butted my large cranium square in his chest knocking him to the soft sand. I wasted no time in striking him with my large daggers. His once struggling know lay lie. I caught sight of the other two, running back towards a large piece of floating wood. However I ignored them, for I had not had the sweet red liquid in my mouth yet. I stuck my mug into the mutant’s barrel and let my lips rub along the liquid. I slowly began drinking the liquid, oh how it tasted so sweet. I caught sight of yet another movement; I let my orbs follow it and soon noticed it was my love, a look of terrified rested upon his gentle cranium. He was running, but not towards me, he was running away from me and towards the floating wood. I left my kill and ran after him, not to kill him but to be with him. I entered the salty water and began towards the floating wood. I heard a loud roar, one that was different from the boom I had experienced many years ago. The wood was moving farther away from me, but I wasn’t giving up that easily. I went deeper into the water until I was now swimming after my love. I struggled to keep my large cranium above the water. I swam until I could go no farther, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to reach him, for he was no out of sight. I let my large bodice return to shore and stared at the trail it made, watching the waves slowly destroy it. I released a series of scream, wanting him to come back, but not once was my calls answered. I let my knees buckle beneath me and I fell to the wet sand, too exhausted to stand. I knew I was never to see se my dear love again…

After that day another hatred had rose over me, I know hated everything. I thought about my love occasionally, but when I did it only made me mad and there was nothing around here to take y anger out on. So now I trust nothing and have love for nothing, I wanted to kill everything, and better yet I wanted to be alone.

Now;; A large shadow lurked through the dark forest, daggers stepped over logs and sticks. Why avoid these items when the large witch could bowl right through them? She was on the hunt for one of them pathetic lights. Nostrils brought in the scents of possibly three equines about a quarter mile away. The predator was covered in thick mud, and her long mane was tangled with burs and helpless twigs. This view of the witch wasn’t attractive, but once cleaned the muddy femme turned into a rather attractive equine. She had a large built cranium with soft brown orbs that were usually covered by her thick tassel. She also had a strong, thick boa that still carries the scar from the bullet. A wide chest and large limbs were now beginning to show her bloodlines. However the large rump gave it away. A draft breed, Percheron to be exact. But once she tucked her mug towards her thick chest, and let her boa become arched in a rainbow-shape you could see that maybe the witch had some warmblood in her past pedigree. When the femme did have her neck arched and cranium tucked in like the fancy Arabians she was a very pleasant sight.

The witch increased her speed as the narrow trail began to widen. She now moved at the two-beat gate, it was smooth and yet it seemed that she did it effortless and with ease. She stopped at the edge of the forest and let her dark orbs scan over the clearing in the middle. She spotted the equines almost instantly, two femmes and a large brute. Not once seemed to notice her so this attack should be rather fun for her. The large witch threw her cranium and parted her kissers to throw out a battle cry. Twin pillars became laced to her dappled pelt and the witch shifted her weight towards her haunches and pushed forward. Each long stride the grey to, her speed increased. Soon enough she was running full speed towards the small herd. The two femmes took off in the opposite direction, but the brute stood his ground. ‘Stupid brute’ she thought, but yet it made the chase all the more fun when a brain damaged brute thought he even had a chance against her. She was not the least bit threatened by this, and her stride never faltered, she was going to collide with the hellion, and on purpose. The two bodies became one for a second before parting again, knocking both equines off balance. The brute was sluggish but strong. The witch pivoted on her haunches and was greeted by a strong blow to her chest. It took the femme only a second to recover and she was now madder than ever. Kissers parted but this time they were throw towards the brutes crest. Soon enough she felt his skin stuck between her locked bite. She threw the brute to the ground and wasted no time in killing him off. The grey took out a large chunk of the brute and lifted a forelimb and thrust it towards his boa, cutting it deep, and killing him off instantly. Another sweet victory. As the body lay limp on the Earth’s lithosphere the best let out a victory scream, high pitched, but it could send a chill through any equines spine. She lowered her mug and let it rest in the pile of blood that now covered the brute, she enjoyed that taste way too much.

Once satisfied she found herself leaving her kill in the two-beat gait. It was a prancing gait and high stepped picking it up from her bloodlines. She found a large lake of clear liquid, and carried her bodice to it. Once reaching the shore the beast let out a snort then entered. Her large daggers found supporting footing upon the muddy bottom of the lake. The water was not deep enough to cover her eighteen point three bodice, but cleared off most of the chunks of dirt The grey witch left the water, leaving of but a large area of dirty water and a trail for when she left. Once returning to the shore she spread her forelimbs out and let her bodice shake off the extra droplets that tickled her side. How did she get off the island? No one knows not her and surely not anyone else besides the mutants who did it. She was charging another mutant who had trespassed and then heard a sound of air shooting trough something, and the last thing she remembers was her large bodice falling to the sand. After that she woke up out here, first startled then mad. They took her from her home and her loneliness. All new scents entered her flared nostrils bringing in other equines scent, after that day she became a regular killer and what you might call a dark. She figured they re-located her, but she would never know why. Since she’s been here she’s had many kills. Lights were her main thing but the witch has had her fair share at hellions her tested her boundaries and patience more than once. She carried herself far and fast traveling days until she felt it was time to stop. The witch slid to a stop, rather clumsy but you couldn’t expect too much grace from her breed. She stood squared up let her boa arch into a rainbow shape and let all the beauty she had in her roll out. She was not showing off but more of a stretch. Now she had come to your land, you might know her as the beast but many know her as The One and Only Fancy.

Humans Eyes;; There is not one day that passes where I don’t think about that equine back on the island. I regret ever leaving her. Hearing those calls as I left tore e in two. I begged my mom to let me go back, but she forbids it knowing that the beast was a killer. But I never listened; I went back to that island a year later. She was probably mad at me and I don’t blame her, I could tell I broke her heart. When I sat on that same beach we ran together on I smooched to the mare, asking her to come to me. I waited night and day but never heard nor saw any sign of her. I then sat down on the shore, letting the tide come up to my ankles. I wonder where she is and what she is doing…