open Descending Darkness~RP

[PurplePony 484]

Alright a quick note. If you would like to join submit your character here. http://mlpforums.com/topic/107357-descending-darkness-occ/?p=2964303

 

 

Descending Darkness

 

A story of love and triumph

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Dedicated to my loving father who passed away Dec. 22 2013

Also dedicated to all whom have overcame hardships in their lives, together we fight on in an unkind judging world, together we are stronger than any of our troubles. We are all beautiful and strong.

"Shoot for the stars kiddo, because I know you can overcome the 'impossible'."

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Participating Characters:

 

      Aixi 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     "How foolish they all are, how naive every pony is. They do not see what is to come, perhaps it is better this way. Perhaps it is better to fade, to fade away into the blackness. It must be this way. I must not involve another soul." She muttered softly to herself ignoring the curious glances from nearby ponies.

 

     A hooded pony sat in the corner of a local tavern sipping on cider. If one was not paying close attention you could swear there was no pony there. She sat pondering to herself blending in with the shadows. Slumped over swaying side to side with a mug of cider in hoof. She could feel it, the darkness was beginning to close in. End times had always been inevitable, but finally at last darkness was beginning to settle. She could feel his presence. It was as if the heavens could sense the evil, the sky opened up and cried heavily. Drip, drip, drop. Not a star twinkled in the night sky. Darkness consumed everything and the ping of rain could be heard over the chit chatter that persisted in the bustling establishment. Soon it could all end and perhaps she could sleep in an eternal slumber. 

 

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[Aerodynas 439]

Shadows, shades, unidentifiable shapes...a faded shimmer of light in a room of no sound...It was not real. None of it is real...

 

Seimmiduris, the pony of darkened silver, knew not what was occurring in the tavern around him. The sounds that the others heard were not the same to him, screeching like painful cries and moaning in hellish symphony followed by a piercing ring. It wasn't that he couldn't comprehend the same senses as any regular pony but rather that he saw a different aspect of them in his own mind. Anytime Seimmiduris decided to meditate, often being in the strangest of places, the world faded into the darkness: the same darkness that consumed his past. 

 

Rather...real, less represented by sight. Stay-no! Flee!...Until the bell toll, strike the lightning...Souls of an afterlife...

 

"Who may cry that does not have eyes?" he suddenly grumbled aloud to himself at his lone table with a flickering candle atop its center. The stallion lifted his scarred hooves and let them rest on the table before starring deeply at the flame as though nopony was there. "No being left to live...Consuming fire and lost hope..." Exponentially, it became more apparent that he was talking to the candle flame, the bright torch burning in his eyes that merely reflect under his hood that concealed his face. "Find the blood-Find the blood..." Seimmiduris whispered as the candle flame flickered more rapidly. "Find the blood....Find the blood-Find the blood..." Immediately, the flame disappeared into smoke, leaving the stallion sitting in a shadowy table of the filled tavern. Again, reality found him as he no longer heard the terrors he brought upon himself, closing his eyes to rest for a brief moment. 

[Rokkurin 214]

Deep within the bowls of the endless bit of Tarturus, an ancient evil is finally awakening. This evil has not been seen since the dawn of time, when darkness ruled all. This evil was caste down by the very gods themselves. Banished for all eternity from ever returning. But, over time, spells weaken while the slumber gain power.

 

Now, after millions of years, the ancient evil is rising again.

 

From within the pit, two blood soaked eyes that glow brighter than lava pierce the endless abyss. Slowly they move towards nothing, till a dim light is seen. Closer and closer it gets.

 

Finally, a pitch black form emerges from the sea of nothingness. Its body shifts and contorts till its final shape takes place. The form it takes is the one that dominates the planet, a pony. Nothing too flashy for it must conceal what it is till the time is right. The once all powerful evil must hide its power for the gods might catch it before the plan gets put into action.

 

The pony form has pitch black fur, with a steel colored short mane and tail. It eyes were the color of blood that seemed to swirl around emptiness.

 

The hidden monstrosity takes in a deep breath, and breaths out a small fire into the crisp air, "Finally," it said. The voice low and powerful that seemed to echo with the sounds of millions of souls trapped within, "My time has finally come to take back what is rightfully mine."

[Wayzer 1,418]

A loud sickening crunch could be heard together with the sound of two hooves hitting a body simultaniously as NightCry bucked her hooves against the stallion behind her for one last time. Breaking some ribs in the poor ponies ribcage.

 

"Be careful who you choose for a little bit of involuntairily midnight fun next time big boy!" she exclaimed happily a grin precent on her face. "Not all girls are violated that easily." She winked from under her cowl at the groaning pony and continued trotting lightly trough the small dark alleys.

 

Luckily for them, she wasn't bothered anymore by troublemakers. Once she started approaching the larger main streets she noticed a small slightly filthy looking inn. She decided that she could use some rest and trotted inside.

 

Once inside she took a good look around the inn and lowered her cowl still grinning like she just had seen something incredibly funny. NightCry approached the bar. "Man I really need a good drink" she muttered to herself as she asked for a double glass of Applejack

Daniels.

 

Upon seeing the tender looking mare the barpony grinned asking her if she was sure she could handle that. NightCry's grin in return dissapeared as she shot him a look that quickly made him decide he could better give her what she wants.

 

Enjoying her whiskey she noticed two hooded figures who both didn't seem to be exactly fitting in the crowd of drunk loud ponies. Her ears perked up and she could hear both of them where talking softly to themselves. Her sensen have always been very keen, and well... She had some help improving them even more.

 

Somehow both of them seemed quite interesting to her. NightCry turned towards them and watched them looking of she could draw their attention. Curious how they would react.

Edited August 19, 2014 by Wayzer

[Mr. Critical 433]

A few miles out from a small town was a stallion, laying in the back as the driver took him through the country side. This stallion was Demo Reel; a film critic and one of the few who have taken the occupation in Equestria's entertainment industry. The dirt road and the holes in the road made it difficult to sleep. Looking out to the storming rain, Demo yawned as he could feel his hunger starting to settle in.

 

An hour passed as the cart came to a stop. Taking a few bits out from his pocket, he paid the driver as the cart sped off. With no cloak, the rain was free to pelt his coat. Making his way through the town, he was looking for somewhere to rest, and it came in the form of a tavern. Being a critic, he was no stranger to alcohol. Once he opened the door, he began to look around and found an empty booth. A waitress came and handed him a menu for what little there was to order..

The mare came back to the booth. Demo ordered a skotch with some simple salad. The skotch was brought to his table immediately, but it would be awhile as for the salad would take some time. She had other customers to take care of before Demo could see her again with his food.