Dingy, tempered steel hardly makes a mattress fit for the pony that everypony should know. As she swan in and out of consciousness, putrid scents of sulfur waft about her bloodied muzzle, yearning to jerk her back to life. No amount of bleach back at the Boutique could get these rust stains out of her sultry white coat. How anyone could sleep in this horrid humidity was baffling, no matter how induced that slumber was was a mystery. “Twi… Twilight…?” Wretched sobbing echoed out over the hum of hazardous machines and churning metalworks from across the chamber. Uncharacteristically crestfallen, the voice was riddled with incredulous disbelief. The white pony in the corner stirred, the smells and sounds egging her out of her feverish sleep. Heat aside, the humidity was enough alone just to keep a pony from rising. With a bit of struggle, she felt her hooves shudder a bit as she attempted to stir. “C-Come on, you… Up and at ‘em… ” A strained grunt followed by a weak chuckle followed, "Atta girl..." Only a stark moment passed before the sickening thud of limp flesh colliding with wrought iron shook the floor a bit. Although, it shook only a fraction as much as the crestfallen voice. “Please… P-Please… Please Twilight! Move! Move for me!” Something was going on across that heated steel floor, and the comatose pony heard all of it. Fruitlessly she attempted to awaken, but she still appeared to have a hoof on the other side of the threshold of sleep. A southern drawl piped up, fighting desperately to mask it’s apparent shock. “Rainbow… She… Twilight…” ... ... ... ... ... Updated. Still very shaky, but better.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 04:25:39 +0000
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