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And so I ran. I ran until my legs couldn’t carry me anymore. The last thing I could remember was everything going black and crashing to the ground. When I woke up my body ached and my head throbbed painfully. I don’t know what drove me that day but I forced myself to stand up and start walking again. I gladly took the stabbing pain in my exhausted legs over the misery that befell me when I let my thoughts wander. The pain kept the feelings away but not fully. There was this heavy weight on my heart that seemed to get heavier with each step I took. I didn’t want to stop and decipher what this weight was or what anything else was I was feeling at the moment. Never feeling anything again actually started to sound like the more appeasing option. But unfortunately that wasn’t an option. One way or another, these feelings were going to break through all the physical pain and tear me down.

I managed to put it off for a day or two but then, as faith would have it, I was confronted with them head on. Two all too familiar faces showed themselves in front of me and everything just came rushing back. Though I’d never been hit by a sledgehammer in the stomach before I reckon it would feel something like this. A dark bay stallion and a younger buckskin one came stalking closer to me as I was making my way through a particularly dark forest. I’d never interacted with them before but they were unmistakably from my old herd. They both wore a grim expression immediately destroying the slight shimmer of hope that they weren’t here for me. I stopped in my tracks and cowered back slightly as they continued to come closer. All the reasons I could think of why they could possibly be here ended very badly. It was quiet for a while when they’d reached me and they just alternated between looking at me and then at each other. I didn’t dare speak first or run away so I was stuck standing there waiting for what they had in store for me. At last the bay stallion spoke “You’re not running away?” I looked up at him without a word not quite understanding what he was getting at. “You would think a horse on Chandelle’s wanted list would be a little more careful or harder to find”, he said but I wasn’t sure whether he was talking to me or the stallion beside him. But what in the world was he talking about. When I was younger I had heard of the Chandelle bounty hunters and how capable they were. But I had no idea I was on their wanted list. My heartbeat started to rise at this realization. I was a murderer who needed to be brought to justice. But then why were these two here? Were they going to hand me over to them? With my thoughts tangled up in a mess I couldn’t muster much of a sentence. “Chandelle…?” I questioned in a voice that was barely louder than a whisper. The younger stallion clicked his tongue obviously not liking my reply. “You don’t even know?” he asked skeptically and raised an eyebrow. I refrained from giving an auditory reply but shook my head ever so slightly. “Well you’ve surely had it easy then! Killing our best friend and then just be on your merry way won’t you”, his voice rose and I could see the anger in his eyes. He tried to take a step towards me but the bay stallion blocked his way. I was overcome with guilt as he mentioned the stallion. I already knew I had taken a husband, a father but now also apparently a good friend. My body started to tremble and I fought hard not to cry. “Well chandelle isn’t quite as capable as they pretend to be now that we found you sooner than they have”, the bay stallion said in an eerily composed voice. He gave away nothing about their intentions and that scared me. “And that when he’s caused three deaths in our herd”, the buckskin added with disdain. Three? I killed my stepdad and that one stallion so where did he come up with a third? Apparently my confusion showed and he explained himself, “Well technically your mother killed herself but we all know who’s the cause of that”. My heart lunged at his words feeling like it sank to the bottom of my body. Why did she kill herself? She never cared about me and since long ago had stopped caring about my stepdad as well. I had convinced myself I hated her for abandoning me. For leaving me to the stallion she brought into my life. I didn’t think her being dead would cause me so much pain. But it did. Just like everything else in my life. My legs were starting to shake heavily threatening to give away under my weight and my breathing was hard. I could not handle this right now. I was too tired, too worn out but most of all I already had enough. How could I possibly deal with even more guilt when I already had enough for several lifetimes. “Enough with the talk already, this is exactly why we’re here”, the bay stallion said beckoning towards my pathetic appearance, “Chandelle tends to be more lenient to the ones who repent and especially with this guy’s past who knows what kind of punishment they’d give him?” My ears flicked back at the way he mentioned my past. Just the way he threw that in ignited an anger inside of me which overrode the guilt for the moment. “You don’t deserve to live after taking the life of someone innocent. I don’t care what happened to you or what that stallion did to you”, he spoke his voice growing darker. Slowly it was starting to sink in as to what their intentions were. They didn’t think the bounty hunters were going to kill me so they were going to do it themselves.

The anger inside me boiled up and started to twist my mind in different ways. “I don’t know how you killed Stefan but I doubt you can take on both of us with your size”, he said as they both lowered their heads taking on some sort of battle position. I thought they’d been ordinary fathers but it seemed like they hadn’t always been quite so simple. A part of me cowered in fear but my anger burned stronger causing my mouth to curl up in a dark grin. They had no idea of what I was capable of doing. The bay stallion gave some sort of signal which urged the buckskin into action. He lunged towards me clearly aiming for my neck. I evaded his first attack and braced myself for another. The bay had in that time circled around me and now shoved me off of my feet way too easily. In my anger I had forgotten my exhaustion and malnutrition. If it came down to physical strength I had none. Luckily my mental powers didn’t rely on food or strength, they were driven by emotion and I had plenty to go around. I quickly inventoried what I had to work with and just before the taller stallion buried his hooves in my face I sent him flying with a large boulder. It took the buckskin a second to figure out that had been my doing and before he could even gape in disbelief I forced him to the ground. I stood up slowly keeping my focus on the stallion controlling his muscles to my will. He clearly didn’t understand why he was incapable of resisting the force pulling him down. I’d never used my powers on living things before but it seemed to be possible. Overcome by this new discovery I lost myself. A dark laughter ripped through my throat as I broke his leg. He screamed out in agony and alerted the other stallion to what was going on. The bay stallion managed to get back up again though he had a limp. It was obvious he was angry but there was also unmistakable fear in his eyes. I broke the spine of the buckskin who again let out a tormented cry. “What are you?” the bay growled at me before he lunged towards me. I was too slow to stop him and I landed on my back painfully. The stallion hovered above me and put his large hoof on my throat making it impossible for me to breathe. I struggled to get lose from his grip but I was much too weak. Every attempt to fill my lungs with air ended up in failure and actually made it even more painful. My head started to throb greatly and my vision started to blur. Usually this would be the part where one’s life flashes by but I only saw darkness. This in a way summed up my life pretty well I guess. Life had given me nothing but pain and misery. This should have made it easy to accept death but instead it urged me to fight on. With the last speck of consciousness I possessed I forced that same boulder to where I’d last seen the stallions head and judging by the removal of the pressure on my throat I managed to land a hit. His body fell down beside me with a dull thud and without thinking twice I raised the boulder again and let it smash down on the stallion’s face. I couldn’t see anything but a cracking sound emerged next to me and his blood splattered on my face. My mind was empty except for one thought before I lost consciousness. This wasn’t me. This couldn’t be me.

To be continued

Yes yes anatomy fails and sloppy mistakes all over the place I know! I Wasn't happy with Shimi here and decided to just rush through everything else as well. Bad Paardjee bad! xD But it's about the story right? And this is the longest part yet, I hope you guys will read it c:

I had a lot of trouble starting this particular part. I knew what I wanted to be in it I just didn't know how to put it in words. But when I finally got a start on I was on a roll. So yeah I'm happy with the story and not happy with the art. I'll work harder on the next part's art I promise!

Anywho Shimi has to put up with even more misery here. He's getting darker and darker though he's on the verge of a breakdown. At least he didn't die. I hope you'll be able to enjoy this even with this poor excuse of a drawing

Shimi & Art: Me Paardjee
Pose reference: paardjee.deviantart.com/art/Ba… by HazelKeneticsStock

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And so I ran. I ran until my legs couldn’t carry me anymore. The last thing I could remember was everything going black and crashing to the ground. When I woke up my body ached and my head throbbed painfully. I don’t know what drove me that day but I forced myself to stand up and start walking again. I gladly took the stabbing pain in my exhausted legs over the misery that befell me when I let my thoughts wander. The pain kept the feelings away but not fully. There was this heavy weight on my heart that seemed to get heavier with each step I took. I didn’t want to stop and decipher what this weight was or what anything else was I was feeling at the moment. Never feeling anything again actually started to sound like the more appeasing option. But unfortunately that wasn’t an option. One way or another, these feelings were going to break through all the physical pain and tear me down.

I managed to put it off for a day or two but then, as faith would have it, I was confronted with them head on. Two all too familiar faces showed themselves in front of me and everything just came rushing back. Though I’d never been hit by a sledgehammer in the stomach before I reckon it would feel something like this. A dark bay stallion and a younger buckskin one came stalking closer to me as I was making my way through a particularly dark forest. I’d never interacted with them before but they were unmistakably from my old herd. They both wore a grim expression immediately destroying the slight shimmer of hope that they weren’t here for me. I stopped in my tracks and cowered back slightly as they continued to come closer. All the reasons I could think of why they could possibly be here ended very badly. It was quiet for a while when they’d reached me and they just alternated between looking at me and then at each other. I didn’t dare speak first or run away so I was stuck standing there waiting for what they had in store for me. At last the bay stallion spoke “You’re not running away?” I looked up at him without a word not quite understanding what he was getting at. “You would think a horse on Chandelle’s wanted list would be a little more careful or harder to find”, he said but I wasn’t sure whether he was talking to me or the stallion beside him. But what in the world was he talking about. When I was younger I had heard of the Chandelle bounty hunters and how capable they were. But I had no idea I was on their wanted list. My heartbeat started to rise at this realization. I was a murderer who needed to be brought to justice. But then why were these two here? Were they going to hand me over to them? With my thoughts tangled up in a mess I couldn’t muster much of a sentence. “Chandelle…?” I questioned in a voice that was barely louder than a whisper. The younger stallion clicked his tongue obviously not liking my reply. “You don’t even know?” he asked skeptically and raised an eyebrow. I refrained from giving an auditory reply but shook my head ever so slightly. “Well you’ve surely had it easy then! Killing our best friend and then just be on your merry way won’t you”, his voice rose and I could see the anger in his eyes. He tried to take a step towards me but the bay stallion blocked his way. I was overcome with guilt as he mentioned the stallion. I already knew I had taken a husband, a father but now also apparently a good friend. My body started to tremble and I fought hard not to cry. “Well chandelle isn’t quite as capable as they pretend to be now that we found you sooner than they have”, the bay stallion said in an eerily composed voice. He gave away nothing about their intentions and that scared me. “And that when he’s caused three deaths in our herd”, the buckskin added with disdain. Three? I killed my stepdad and that one stallion so where did he come up with a third? Apparently my confusion showed and he explained himself, “Well technically your mother killed herself but we all know who’s the cause of that”. My heart lunged at his words feeling like it sank to the bottom of my body. Why did she kill herself? She never cared about me and since long ago had stopped caring about my stepdad as well. I had convinced myself I hated her for abandoning me. For leaving me to the stallion she brought into my life. I didn’t think her being dead would cause me so much pain. But it did. Just like everything else in my life. My legs were starting to shake heavily threatening to give away under my weight and my breathing was hard. I could not handle this right now. I was too tired, too worn out but most of all I already had enough. How could I possibly deal with even more guilt when I already had enough for several lifetimes. “Enough with the talk already, this is exactly why we’re here”, the bay stallion said beckoning towards my pathetic appearance, “Chandelle tends to be more lenient to the ones who repent and especially with this guy’s past who knows what kind of punishment they’d give him?” My ears flicked back at the way he mentioned my past. Just the way he threw that in ignited an anger inside of me which overrode the guilt for the moment. “You don’t deserve to live after taking the life of someone innocent. I don’t care what happened to you or what that stallion did to you”, he spoke his voice growing darker. Slowly it was starting to sink in as to what their intentions were. They didn’t think the bounty hunters were going to kill me so they were going to do it themselves.

The anger inside me boiled up and started to twist my mind in different ways. “I don’t know how you killed Stefan but I doubt you can take on both of us with your size”, he said as they both lowered their heads taking on some sort of battle position. I thought they’d been ordinary fathers but it seemed like they hadn’t always been quite so simple. A part of me cowered in fear but my anger burned stronger causing my mouth to curl up in a dark grin. They had no idea of what I was capable of doing. The bay stallion gave some sort of signal which urged the buckskin into action. He lunged towards me clearly aiming for my neck. I evaded his first attack and braced myself for another. The bay had in that time circled around me and now shoved me off of my feet way too easily. In my anger I had forgotten my exhaustion and malnutrition. If it came down to physical strength I had none. Luckily my mental powers didn’t rely on food or strength, they were driven by emotion and I had plenty to go around. I quickly inventoried what I had to work with and just before the taller stallion buried his hooves in my face I sent him flying with a large boulder. It took the buckskin a second to figure out that had been my doing and before he could even gape in disbelief I forced him to the ground. I stood up slowly keeping my focus on the stallion controlling his muscles to my will. He clearly didn’t understand why he was incapable of resisting the force pulling him down. I’d never used my powers on living things before but it seemed to be possible. Overcome by this new discovery I lost myself. A dark laughter ripped through my throat as I broke his leg. He screamed out in agony and alerted the other stallion to what was going on. The bay stallion managed to get back up again though he had a limp. It was obvious he was angry but there was also unmistakable fear in his eyes. I broke the spine of the buckskin who again let out a tormented cry. “What are you?” the bay growled at me before he lunged towards me. I was too slow to stop him and I landed on my back painfully. The stallion hovered above me and put his large hoof on my throat making it impossible for me to breathe. I struggled to get lose from his grip but I was much too weak. Every attempt to fill my lungs with air ended up in failure and actually made it even more painful. My head started to throb greatly and my vision started to blur. Usually this would be the part where one’s life flashes by but I only saw darkness. This in a way summed up my life pretty well I guess. Life had given me nothing but pain and misery. This should have made it easy to accept death but instead it urged me to fight on. With the last speck of consciousness I possessed I forced that same boulder to where I’d last seen the stallions head and judging by the removal of the pressure on my throat I managed to land a hit. His body fell down beside me with a dull thud and without thinking twice I raised the boulder again and let it smash down on the stallion’s face. I couldn’t see anything but a cracking sound emerged next to me and his blood splattered on my face. My mind was empty except for one thought before I lost consciousness. This wasn’t me. This couldn’t be me.

To be continued

Yes yes anatomy fails and sloppy mistakes all over the place I know! I Wasn't happy with Shimi here and decided to just rush through everything else as well. Bad Paardjee bad! xD But it's about the story right? And this is the longest part yet, I hope you guys will read it c:

I had a lot of trouble starting this particular part. I knew what I wanted to be in it I just didn't know how to put it in words. But when I finally got a start on I was on a roll. So yeah I'm happy with the story and not happy with the art. I'll work harder on the next part's art I promise!

Anywho Shimi has to put up with even more misery here. He's getting darker and darker though he's on the verge of a breakdown. At least he didn't die. I hope you'll be able to enjoy this even with this poor excuse of a drawing

Shimi & Art: Me Paardjee
Pose reference: paardjee.deviantart.com/art/Ba… by HazelKeneticsStock