Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 21:43:41 GMT -6
Routines. They were something that Flak Jacket usually adhered to pretty strictly. Be it his daily duties keeping the peace, personal regime to keep his large body strong or measured diet, he always stuck to what he knew for the most part. As such, he was doing so now, walking at a comfortable pace on a rural road that would eventually take the stallion to Ponyville, where he could deliver the raw materials that he had gathered from the Everfree Forest. It was performing two actions in one sweep, really; fetching large pieces of timber and stone helped to keep the town in supply when and if new homes needed to be made, and carrying it all helped Flak stay strong enough to serve as a worthy guard. Hoof was placed in front of hoof in routine fashion, the weight of a full saddlebag filled with a few large stones and an armful of wood bearing upon him as he continued his supply route, his eyes resting upon the sun; clear days like this always put the standard bearer in a good mood, for it made him feel closer to the daytime that he had swore to protect. While he had utmost faith in the Lunar and Twilight guard to uphold their duties at their respective times, he knew his duties, and while the sun still graced the sky, it fell to him and his allies to ensure the safety of everypony as well as that of Princess Celestia. Yes, the routine was a good way of bringing structure to Flak's day, although it never allowed him to enter autopilot, for his mind was always whirring. Sadly, for all his kindness and loyalty, suspicion always burned away in his brain, even if the unrest that occurred daily was minor at worst.
As he continued on his path, the weight of the saddlebag began to feel slightly heavier; he had travelled a way without a break, determined to bring the hefty supplies to Ponyville asap. However, with the distance he had already travelled, coupled by the sun beating down upon his light but still hot armour, Flak decided to rest a while on the road. Moving off to the side so not to block off anyone else who desired to use it, Flak allowed his burden to hit the ground, kicking up a small amount of dust as he did so, the strapping stallion sitting down, using the bag of stone and wood as a cushion, his hooves reaching for his notepad and pen. With the picturesque view of the midday sun, the cloudless skies, the gentle breeze...inspiration had struck the young stallion. Before he knew it, pen was scurrying across paper:
The golden orb doth grace us with it's grin;
A blessing from our gracious Princess' grace
That fills us all with radiance within
So much it brings us all in its embrace
And even when the sun does fade and set,
The moonlight's solace in its absent way,
The darkness blankets everypony; yet
The echo of our star is here to stay
So here I sit, and here I offer praise
To Princess of the perfect, radiant dawn,
For without fail, emerging from the maze
Of darkness, rears the daylight oxen's horn
So here I write my reverence to the sun,
Such is my creed: Celestia's will be done
Flak didn't realise how much time had passed, nor would he realise of he had company of any sort; a trance he entered when inspired was a habit he had been meaning to break when he could, but the moment inspiration struck, no matter where he was or what he was trying to accomplish, he would always find the time to write a sonnet or two. At the moment, he was so enveloped that anyone could have read his work over his shoulder, if they were quiet enough. But for now, Flak Jacket read over his latest creation, knowing that soon, he had to finish his journey.
As he continued on his path, the weight of the saddlebag began to feel slightly heavier; he had travelled a way without a break, determined to bring the hefty supplies to Ponyville asap. However, with the distance he had already travelled, coupled by the sun beating down upon his light but still hot armour, Flak decided to rest a while on the road. Moving off to the side so not to block off anyone else who desired to use it, Flak allowed his burden to hit the ground, kicking up a small amount of dust as he did so, the strapping stallion sitting down, using the bag of stone and wood as a cushion, his hooves reaching for his notepad and pen. With the picturesque view of the midday sun, the cloudless skies, the gentle breeze...inspiration had struck the young stallion. Before he knew it, pen was scurrying across paper:
The golden orb doth grace us with it's grin;
A blessing from our gracious Princess' grace
That fills us all with radiance within
So much it brings us all in its embrace
And even when the sun does fade and set,
The moonlight's solace in its absent way,
The darkness blankets everypony; yet
The echo of our star is here to stay
So here I sit, and here I offer praise
To Princess of the perfect, radiant dawn,
For without fail, emerging from the maze
Of darkness, rears the daylight oxen's horn
So here I write my reverence to the sun,
Such is my creed: Celestia's will be done
Flak didn't realise how much time had passed, nor would he realise of he had company of any sort; a trance he entered when inspired was a habit he had been meaning to break when he could, but the moment inspiration struck, no matter where he was or what he was trying to accomplish, he would always find the time to write a sonnet or two. At the moment, he was so enveloped that anyone could have read his work over his shoulder, if they were quiet enough. But for now, Flak Jacket read over his latest creation, knowing that soon, he had to finish his journey.