S U N A K O
i touch your hand, a hologram, are you still there?
we used to love one another, give to each other
lie under covers so, are you friend or foe?
There was a strange choked-up cackling that could be heard from the very mountains. The ghoulish sound echoing, carrying over the air like a demented banshee had taken up residence, or a ghost had found its newest haunting. These assumptions wouldn't be too far off. The bone-chilling sound was hailing from the wild-eyed, tangled-haired, mess of a mare who was standing before the entrance of a decrypted cave. She stared into the gloom and darkness with a mad gleam to her cerulean eyes, and a twisted smile onto her muzzle. Her hooves danced a happy jig before she barrelled her way through the thorny vines that covered the entrance. They bit into her flesh, thorns catching feathers, tangles, and fur in general, plucking and pulling at her, even as they drew blood and torn free hair. She paid them no mind as she made her way back into the home she'd left for such a long time. The darkness enclosed around her, and she breathed in the scent of decay, muck and filth. A dark, ugly home, for a dark and ugly mare. Ah, and such wonderful darkness it was.
Another giddy giggle left her as she looked around, even if she had to pout over her friends being left in half-complete skeletons, ransacked by scavengers in her absence. She silently bid them apologies, wishing she could help to put them back together, but already knowing too much time had passed to do so successfully. She'd never leave her home again, never abandon this dark disaster she'd built for herself. A sanctuary for her ugliness where she couldn't be subjected to the radiance that many of the beings this land seemed to possess. So beautiful, so vibrant, so pure. It burned at her like a poison to her lips. A distasteful reminder that she was ugly, unworthy, unwanted, insolent and stupid. The ugly is contagious, no one wants to play with an ugly foal. No one wants to hang out with the ugly girl, all alone. In the dark. An ugly girl belongs in the dark. An ugly girl deserves to be in the dark! Just stay in the dark like an ugly girl is supposed to, Sunako. Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly. Those cold taunts warped her brain, and she sneered into a pool of water, at the vibrant blue eyes that stared back at her from beneath a ratted, matted mess of black locks.
So long ago those locks would be curled, tidied up and decorated with delicate flowers, usually blue to draw attention back to those endless depth eyes. But that was a long time ago, before those hurtful words spread through the herd like a plague. Before she was the subject of cruel teasing, ridicule, merciless destruction of the very confidence she once held. It was unlikely if she would ever recover from such cruelty, but for now, the odd mare was happy in her darkness. She hummed an off-beat tune, continuing to organize in the darkness of the cave, her tail sliding through, more debri becoming ensnared in those messy locks. She swept the random rocks out of the cave, organized the bones of her former friends into lose piles that she'd try to make some sort of organized chaos out of later (she hoped desperately they'd be more complete than she fears). Only when those tasks were done did she venture back out into the night, to gather moss and ferns to make a bed out of, all the while humming an off-beat tune, the only betrayer to the fact her mood had brightened considerably since coming home.
"Speech"
Thoughts
Open to Anyone
Notes: Is Sunako weird. Yes.
you look away, clear all the damage
the meaning to all words of love has disappeared
we used to love one another, give to each other
so, are you friend or foe? 'cause i used to know
art by Akatsukislilwolf
