Blood & Gore, Here Comes Some More [Gin]

[Septimus]

Fall 80th 512AV It was dark. No, not dark; but jet black, petching midnight dark. The kind of dark that sends chills up the spines of those adapted to night itself. The kind that sends those afraid of the dark running as fast as their legs and adrenaline fueled bodies can carry them during that time until the sun rises. However, the sun had a long time before rising. And that was a problem for the lost Septimus. She could feel herself moving, she could feel her fur, but she couldn't see anything. All she could hear was her panicking hooves hitting the ground much like the voice of them when they hit cobblestone. The Kelvic could have swore on her life that she had heard a whisper, but perhaps it was only the terror inside her mind screaming at herself. It sounded like wind, but it sounded as though it carried something inside of it that was meant for Septimus to hear and as it became clearer, Septimus was able to make out what it was saying but once she did she wasn't sure she had wanted to even try. It sounded like a thousand voices whispering but there was one dominant one that was twisted with a wicked raspy sound. "Once you decipher what we are saying, you will soon have regretted it. You have been taught to be able to stand blood. Gore. Death. As your true self deep down would have ran away from it all. But your race comes with a human side with different thoughts. The balance must be restored! The balance has to be restored for not only has it upset the precious form of life but you have helped it along the way!" The voice had grown with each word but now it was fading away, into deep silence. Septimus began running faster to try and escape whatever that was but she couldn't see where she was going and she soon stopped for fear of falling. Her mind wasn't working, her conscience wasn't providing any guidance, and the Kelvic was soon dwindled into just a horse. Her thoughts had gone whack, nothing was happening, and then she heard a sound quickly fading in. It was people! People! A city! Another horse neighed, wheels on cobblestone! It was all coming to her ears but nothing was coming into view. Had she gone blind? Where was everyone? The Kelvic was now entering a state of shock and panic was beginning to set in. However, hope was soon restored. The sight of Syliras, people driving wagons, horses walking in the streets carrying riders, people walking through the marketplace, it was all coming back to her. And soon, the Kelvic was maneuvering through the city, dodging wagons and people. Stopping to pinpoint a sound, everything around the scene disappeared and went black. It was only the mid aged man and a young boy, probably around 19. The young boy had a sword to the man's throat. The last action of the man was a quick shake of his head, telling him no. The boy, however, disregarded the pleading and whopped off the man's head. It rolled for a second, then stopped. All that was left was a headless bloody neck stump on a body that soon fell to the ground. From a ways a way Septimus could hear the boy yell "And that's what you get for bumping into me!" Clouds moved in, and thunder began to sound. Septimus glared at the young boy through eyes of hatred and they were now crimson red. Lightning sparked across the sky and the boy was now staring at the horse that towered over him. Soon a terror filled expression covered his face much like a blanket over a young child and Septimus reared, then took her place once more. She slowly walked towards the boy, her black pupils now mere glaring slits resembling those of a snake. What the Void was happening to her!?! The boy stepped backwards then began to full out sprint away, but Septimus soon ran ahead and cut him off. The Kelvic darted behind him, then back in front of him, turning him in the direction of a corner. Using her size to her advantage, the boy was cornered and with a loud and enraged neigh, the Kelvic reared once more, her heavy hooves crashing down upon his head reducing it to nothing but a pile of bloody crushed head and its contents. And then everything turned black once more. Septimus couldn't see anything but she could however hear her human's conscience once more. Septimus! What the petch are we doing?!?! What's going on! You just killed a boy! What are you doing? Why are you doing this?!? The raspy and twisted whispers soon filled the air again, sending even more questions to Septimus' mind. What was that? Septimus who is saying that? Who are they?!? Finally her conscience got tired of being ignored and silenced itself quickly. For the raspy and husky tones were growing louder than a whisper and invaded her ears. Septimus tried to pick out the one once more. The slurred s's were a sure gives away. They were trying to intimidate her, she was sure of it. However, Septimus was far more hardened now. The small incident that just happened had reminded her of that. And there it was, this time it was much heavier. "You were sssupposed to cower in feear! Howevver, you decide to give the criminal what he deserves! You are no horse for a true horse cares about no one but themselves! You on the other hand, care about jussticcce! You resssemble valor! And you do not cower? Why do you not cower? You shall be restored! Do not fret! You shall be ressstored..." Then it faded away again as for once Septimus spoke up. But not as a horse, as her human self. Blonde locks, blue eyes, and pale skin covered in her clothes soon spoke out into the dark nothing. "I care about what's right. I do not cower for I am one to make those in battle and my enemies cower. I am not a horse, but a grand and hardened horse. I am restored, for it is my cousins that need to be restored. They run in the hardest of times, when they shouldn't. They back down, when I would fight to the death. They care for nothing but themselves, and I care about what is right and consider my actions. I am not a normal being, I can turn into this being as well despite the annoyance that comes with it. I am far more intelligent and with patience, I have already been restored. Realize this next time, before you underestimate those you try to make cower." Everything faded back to Syliras, except the sky was now red and Septimus was still in her human form. The sky casted a glow of which gave everything a tint of red.