Hi!
Here starts the beginning of what I hope will be many, many oneshots (or maybe twoshots). I night not update this very often, but I write something when it pops into my head.
I was at the fair the other day. It was pretty fun, but one thing that always makes me so mad is when they have those freak show thingies. There's one I see every year: Sampson the giant horse. Ever seen one of those tents? Just ticks me off, the poor horse. I couldn't remember what the recording said exactly (yes, there really is one) so I kinda ad-libbed a little. Also, sorry to any horse lovers out there if I messed up what a horse does when they're frightened, etc. I'm not big on that kinda thing. And for all you Sampsons out there, if you're reading this, this is my twist on your story...
Destrier
"Come in and see the largest mare in the world! For only 5 dollars, you can stare in awe at Delilah, standing at over 7 feet tall! I'll say it again, the largest mare in the world!"
The mare snorted within the confines of the hot, smelly tent. Sure, she was large, and she was grand, but surely female Clydesdales were about the same size. Or so she'd heard.
The voice continued.
"Delilah weighs over 2,700 pounds, and consumed at least 52 pounds of fresh hay and oats, and drinks more than 25 gallons of water a day! Come all, folks, and see the giant mare!"
Whinnying, the mare tried to pace around the tent. There wasn't enough room.
As always.
Delilah gave the horse equivalent of a sigh. She wanted out of there. Running in an open field was only a hope; she hadn't done that since she was a foal.
And what was that about the hay and oats? They never fed her fresh hay. Much less oats. The hay was always old and filthy; the water slimy.
They underfed her, too. They only reason visitors couldn't see her ribs was because of some strange powder they dumped into her…food…every morning…
Delilah's thoughts were much like the recording, repeating over and over, day after day, month after month, year after year.
But, sadly, all things must come to an end, as no horse can stand that kind of treatment for long. In short, Delilah got sick.
They didn't bother giving her medicine. They kept showing off their "freakishly large horse", of course, for a fee.
Eventually, Delilah just lay down in the dirt, half-dead, twitching every once and a while. They took her out of the tent and put her in a small stall.
One day, a man walked in. He calmly put a gun to the center of her forehead. He pulled the trigger, and Delilah knew no more.
Delilah stood up. She was alive again? No, wait, she wasn't.
She glanced around, tossing her head proudly from side to side.
Everywhere she looked was colored with swirls of green, purple, and black.
Turning around, she caught a glimpse of her black coat. It was glossy; no more would she put up with a mangy coat!
"Well, look what we have, here," said a deep voice from behind her.
Delilah turned again.
Standing there was a metal man. Green flames shot up out of his head, much like a mane, and also around his chin. His eyes, also green, narrowed as he looked her up and down.
"It's not often that one finds do magnificent a beast in the Ghost Zone. Pity. Your pelt will look quite nicely on my wall," he chuckled.
Delilah almost backed away in fear. But she didn't. Her instincts screamed otherwise. She couldn't keep this up for long.
"Halt!" ordered another voice.
Both the metal one and Delilah turned.
"Don't interfere, Fright Knight. This is my quarry, my hunt!" he roared.
The Fright Knight, purple fire surrounding his black helmet, had no intention of doing what the metal man asked.
"I am afraid not, Skulker, as this here is quite a fine mare, and I will put her to much better use than thee."
The metal one, now Skulker, growled in defeat.
"You want her? Halt this!"
With that, Skulker fired a missile at Delilah and flew away, cursing loudly.
She whinnied fearfully. But it never reached her. The Fright Knight was in front of her, holding up a black and purple shield to deflect the projectile. It hit with a ping and dropped harmlessly to the ground.
The Knight turned to face her, bright green eyes softening.
"May I have the honor of riding thee, O magnificent one?"
The mare dipped her head in acknowledgement. He snapped his armored fingers, and a saddle appeared on her back, along with a bridle and other tack. It fit perfectly.
He swiftly mounted, and, as he did so, she felt a change.
Her flesh seemed to phase through her skin, leaving only skin, bones, and raw muscle. Great, batlike wings erupted from her shoulders. Fangs popped through her gums in place of flat molars. A single horn of bone grew up where the man had shot her, now what seemed like so long ago. Her eyes gleamed a brilliant purple, and flames of the same color burst into being around her hooves and mane.
She reared, loving her new strength and power, pawing at the air.
The Fright Knight leaned forward in the saddle, stroking her face.
"We shall rule together, my beloved steed," he crooned.
"My… Nightmare."
Thanks for reading, please tell me what you think!
Mom: What are you doing on the computer? I told you to get to bed an hour ago! You have school in the morning!
Me: cringe Oops, sorry, Mom, lost track of time, doing... something! Yes! Something! Nothing you need to come over here about! updates quickly and turns of the computer
Mom: ...?
-Flaming Water :)
