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 Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2017 6:30 pm
 Dressed in his usual best, Fright Night was out and about for a fanciful night around town and among the stars. Living up to the 'night' in his name, the vampiric attired stallion was as lively as ever while everyphony else was usually fast asleep. In truth, part of him enjoyed that he had a chance to spend the most glorious part of any day with as little ponies as possible. He made his usual rounds and visited all his favorite nocturnal shops, freakish attraction stands and favorite corner cafe. The last item on his usual agenda was a nice, long and thoughtful sit in the park admiring the night sky and stars.
Though it seemed like this time his nightly routine would be interrupted. As he rounded the corner to the park a sound caught his attention. His ears perked forward as his lips curled up in thought. He had never heard anything like this before in his life. This noise, this... sound. Like.... a creature almost.... something out of a movie. He couldn't find the words, his mind scrambling to register the high pitched and near continuous sound he was hearing. His jaw dropped near to the floor, breath caught in his throat before finally he uttered...
"Vat beeautiful musik!!!" he about yelled, picking up the pace to find the owner of such a wondrous tone. Ruriska Heres a thing I said I'd do like a year ago
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2017 5:11 am
Banshee would later congratulate herself on a job well done but for now she was in the moment, truly living, which was the exact opposite of what Bobby the goldfish was doing. Alas Bobby had met his timely end, jumped free from his tank in some suicidal mission that nobody would ever know the truth of. Now he was deflated and slimey but so so beautiful in death. His owners had not had the strength to mourn him properly and so Banshee was here in their stead. She had placed Bobby’s little corpse in a little coffin beside the park pond and lifted her face to the sky, tears already making tracks down her dark cheeks. The stars were out, beautiful, the perfect backdrop. She had dragged in a deep breath of that chilly night air and she had begun. The noise spilled out from her lungs in an unbroken wave, rising from a whine into a high-pitched scream. It was only when she finally ran out of breath, ending in a gasp, did she allow the sobbing to begin. Great, heaving sobs that rocked her small body as she curled herself over Bobby’s remains in absolute sorrow.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2017 9:07 am
When he finally reached the source of the noise that had enthralled his senses he stopped, breath all but stopped. He stared, awe struck at what he was seeing. Heart thumping in his chest, threatening to burst forth at any moment. Purple eyes wide and glistening.
Her lithe black form curled around a tiny coffin, moss and shadow like tendrils of a mane whisked around her face as she sang the dearly departed the most hauntingly beautiful lament he had ever heard in his life. And he had heard quite a few. Albeit, none quite so in person before. Ahh how he almost felt jealously over the dearly departed inside that tiny coffin. How he'd love to have a mare like herself sing him a lullaby to whisk him off to the dark dimensions unknown. It almost brought a tear to his eye.
Unable to speak, the stallion simply stood where he was and stared. An almost creepy stare, a stare something akin to obsession but also a mix of enjoyment and appreciation. He held his breath as long as he could, refilling his lungs briefly and quickly only when he couldn't stand it anymore for fear that even something so simple as him drawing in air would disturb her act that he greatly wished to see to its completion.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2017 7:38 pm
She was unaware of the company, too full of grief to take mind of her surroundings. Her sorrow was tidal wave, rolling up from her gut and rushing out in long drawn out moans. Her entire body trembled with emotion. This was an artwork, one Banshee prided herself on. There was no Phony or human or beast who could mourn as she could. It lasted another half hour (the owner had only paid for thirty minutes but she’d thrown in some extra wails), until she finally began to quiet down. The sobbing became soft hiccups, her body rocking slowly back and forth, her head dipped low towards the tiny coffin.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 4:47 pm
Fright Night stood for a long while, waiting with baited breath as she finished her performance and ended on a spectacular high that dipped down into a most wondrous of lows as she now sat recovering from her piece.
Gently he stepped a hoof forward. "That vas... VONDEROUS!" he began slowly then suddenly let all his excitement burst forward. He might have startled the poor dear but he couldn't contain it any longer! "You make such beautiful musik my dear, absolutely fantastik!" he now applauded her, his hooves clapping together in awe as he smiled at her warmly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 12:52 am
Banshee blinked owlishly, craning her head around to try look at her audience. It took her a very long moment to remember it would be polite to stand greet him. Her limbs felt heavy; all that emotion leaving her drained. She staggered slightly, moving towards him like a young filly just finding her legs. Her hair was a mess around her face, the tears she had shed had left tracks down her cheeks. But her smile was radiant when she realized his applause was all for her. “Oh, thank you!” She beamed. “You liked it? I did a good job, didn’t I? Want to help me push the coffin into the water?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 8:27 pm
The way she stumbled towards him...
Part of him wanted to dive forward and set her up right, sparkling in the moonlight like the star she was!
But he resisted. He had to respect such an idol after all.
And yet.... she was offering to allow him to join? "Ahh an interactive theatre?! I would be honored to join you M'lady!" he gave an exaggerated wave of his hoof before bringing it to his chest in a bow. He stepped forward and glanced down at the small coffin where inside laid a dearly departed fish. He, in his own ways, paid his mental respects before gently placing a hoof on one corner, leaving ample room for herself.
He mustn't steal from the star of the show now...
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