Post by ForgottenExistance on Sept 9, 2013 15:37:48 GMT
Shadows. They were a constant, something that wasn't complicated in the slightest. They were cast by objects being in front of a source of light, resulting in whatever was behind that object to be cascaded in a darker shade then the surrounding objects. There was no way to change it, it was simple fact. Shadows were shadows, no matter how you put it. You can make a shadow brighter or darker, sharper or duller, but in the end a shadow was still a shadow. They couldn't change what they were by themselves, and they couldn't have opinions on things. They were just a fact, something that never changed and never would change. A simple fact of life that was a result of nature doing what nature did.
Ponies were a different matter. If there were three ponies in a room, there would be no less then six opinions, and those opinions could change on a day-to-day basis. Ponies were complicated creatures, capable of changing their thoughts just as much as they were able to change their appearances. No two ponies were exactly the same, and no pony was ever the same one day as the day before. Ponies changed constantly, and unlike shadows, they were capable of changing themselves to fit their own needs or wishes. It wasn't a matter of fate or some sort of magic, it was the same reason as shadows were shadows; it was nature doing as nature does. But where free will is given to ponies, it also brings with it the ability to make bad decisions, turn to crime, murder, theft or vandalism. Free will gifted the nicest of ponies to become the worst of ponies, and vice versa.
But that wasn't the place of Captain Nightfall to think of. She wasn't a judge or a jury. She did as law intended her to do; catch bad ponies. And she was very good at that job. A criminal slipping from her grasp was about the equivalent chances of a shadow turning green and doing a jig. While there was always the chance that a criminal might get away, they never stayed out of her grasp for long. She cracked down on criminals like a hammer on an anvil, and rarely forgave ponies for their transgressions. Something as simple as vandalism could be viewed as an attack on the Equestrian royalty, which she had been sworn in to protect. If a pony broke her word, then what would the world come to? A word was a bond, and a bond was sacred.
With the full moon cascading down on the Captain, it shone off the reflective sheen of her dark purple guard armor, contrasting sharply with the un-reflective properties of her ash grey pelt. The shadows she passed under, cast by the buildings where ponies slept peacefully, shed her armor into a midnight black color, having a similar effect on her pelt and the pale purple of her mane. The only part of her that was never significantly darkened was the bright green of her orbs, which always retained some manner of its vivid color.
Her part of the patrol was one of her own wishes. She didn't have to go out on menial patrols of course, but she was widely known for her hooves-on approach for things of guard duty. She didn't sit behind a desk and order her soldiers around, she preferred to do things herself and join in on the actual duties of the guard. That's why she found herself walking quietly through the darkened streets of Canterlot, her armored hooves clacking and echoing against the cobblestone street. It was just her and the shadows, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Ponies were a different matter. If there were three ponies in a room, there would be no less then six opinions, and those opinions could change on a day-to-day basis. Ponies were complicated creatures, capable of changing their thoughts just as much as they were able to change their appearances. No two ponies were exactly the same, and no pony was ever the same one day as the day before. Ponies changed constantly, and unlike shadows, they were capable of changing themselves to fit their own needs or wishes. It wasn't a matter of fate or some sort of magic, it was the same reason as shadows were shadows; it was nature doing as nature does. But where free will is given to ponies, it also brings with it the ability to make bad decisions, turn to crime, murder, theft or vandalism. Free will gifted the nicest of ponies to become the worst of ponies, and vice versa.
But that wasn't the place of Captain Nightfall to think of. She wasn't a judge or a jury. She did as law intended her to do; catch bad ponies. And she was very good at that job. A criminal slipping from her grasp was about the equivalent chances of a shadow turning green and doing a jig. While there was always the chance that a criminal might get away, they never stayed out of her grasp for long. She cracked down on criminals like a hammer on an anvil, and rarely forgave ponies for their transgressions. Something as simple as vandalism could be viewed as an attack on the Equestrian royalty, which she had been sworn in to protect. If a pony broke her word, then what would the world come to? A word was a bond, and a bond was sacred.
With the full moon cascading down on the Captain, it shone off the reflective sheen of her dark purple guard armor, contrasting sharply with the un-reflective properties of her ash grey pelt. The shadows she passed under, cast by the buildings where ponies slept peacefully, shed her armor into a midnight black color, having a similar effect on her pelt and the pale purple of her mane. The only part of her that was never significantly darkened was the bright green of her orbs, which always retained some manner of its vivid color.
Her part of the patrol was one of her own wishes. She didn't have to go out on menial patrols of course, but she was widely known for her hooves-on approach for things of guard duty. She didn't sit behind a desk and order her soldiers around, she preferred to do things herself and join in on the actual duties of the guard. That's why she found herself walking quietly through the darkened streets of Canterlot, her armored hooves clacking and echoing against the cobblestone street. It was just her and the shadows, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
i was kinda excited to feel like im back in 2015