Haunting Venue (Cold Sprout) Aug 2, 2015 22:27:08 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2015 22:27:08 GMT -6
|Two stories, a veranda, a working bathroom, and it was all for her. Dead Beat hit the jackpot, if the jackpot happened to be an old house upon a somewhat mysterious hill. Days to herself, sleeping, singing, relaxing in the warm bath. She had everything she had at home besides the home cooked meals, but at least the place had lots of bugs to eat.|
On this particular night though, Dead Beat could be found on the verandas bench swing. Such a peaceful place, she swayed back and forth, the abandoned chains creaking with every swing. It was a nice place to sit and all, even if the seat was all cracked from what she could only guess was years of neglect, but it left a few wood chips in her tail and the occasional splinter in her posterior. But these problems weren't enough to bother her when it came to such a beautiful view of the Everfree forest. All the mystery critters running in the darkness, the new sights, the new sounds, the new... scents? It was all a welcomed change of scenery. It was a mystery no pony lived here already.
"♪♫ Oooooooooh~ Aaaaaaahhhhh~ Aaoooohhh~ Ohhhhhh~ Ahhhhhh~ ♫♪"
She kicked her hooves back and forth in the dark of night, eyes locked on the forest."
"♪♫ So here I am in the corner of a dark room... The same way I began, alone... with these mournful thoughts and a loaded gun in my hoof... But a foolish part of me still holds out for a shred of humanity~ for a queen in a robe or a knight on a steed, can't you see that I'm just a child on her knees? ♫♪"
Swing... creak... swing... creak... swing... creak... swing... She stopped.
"♪♫ So save... me... from... fear... and pain... and love... will rain on me. Save me... today~ Before tomorrow! Finds me at rest... ♫♪"
She shivered, slouching on the swing, paint chips flaking off as she slid, watching a june bug skitter by. What was the best way to warm up from the cold? Probably a bath, and oh boy did this bat love a warm bath. Standing from her bench and whipping her tail about to shake the chips away, Dead Beat stretched her wings and flew into the upstairs window, which she had opened earlier and also overlooked the Everfree forest, incontinently enough.
Finding herself in the master bathroom, a large room, tiled in black and white, not unlike herself, she plugged the extravagant marble bathtubs drain, closed the window and began filling the tub with hot water.
"Ohhhh... what a wonderful night for a bath, Senator Bearclaw..." she said to her teddy bear that watched her slip into the tub, letting out a breath as the window was clouded by steam.