by Midnight Tails » Tue Nov 08, 2022 11:50 am
Username: Midnight Tails
Horse Name: Becquerel Bismurch (twist on Besmurch, known to respond to nicknames like Bikki and Bic, but usually goes by Bismurch)
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16hh
Rarity: Very Rare
Prompt:
1) Rumour has it they were never born at all, instead were created by the very sands themselves, after a one too many radiation pollution incident, to defend the sands from further destruction. Depending on the area, the local population tells very different stories... Reportedly, or so they say, these stories are true stories about encounters with this stallion.
In some areas they talk about how there is this huge blood covered desert horse, although in the areas of these stories they call him a monster, that walks above where they live all the time, possibly constantly if the stories are to be believed, he's always there, watching and waiting for you to let your guard down, all day, and when you finally muster up the courage to go out and scavenge for food, tend to your flocks, gather water and such, this creature grabs you in such a way that you can't fight back, and tosses you back whence you came, and you must fear the great beast's name.
Others insist that this horse can hear the cries of the damned, and forever seeks revenge for those unfairly treated either in life, or were harmed unfairly in some way, especially if it involves those no longer able to seek revenge for themselves. So you must never cross someone too hard, as you'll bring hell towards your doorstep. You'll know when you've got a pending visit from him, when you hear the sound of hooves clattering across the ground, so loud and numerous this sound is, it sounds like thunder, and the very ground quakes in fear!
However for all the stories that are told, it is difficult to tell who has actually seen this horse if it even exists at all.
I was tasked with collecting information, and writing a report on what I found, and was going to send a letter informing that all of it seems to be just folklore and stories, nothing to be concerned about, the development can go ahead...
Yet just when I'd been scoffing at all this, I did in fact, encounter... well something, that might have been a horse, but I'm not so sure it was one. It certainly fit at least some of the descriptions from stories I have heard. Regardless of what the being is or isn't, what did happen is this:
Having camped out in the desert for the fourth night in a row, I was almost certain at this point the stories were never referencing a real creature. So was thinking of packing up and leaving, as I cooked my dinner for that night on the fire I'd built for myself. Now I'm not sure if it was my imagination, maybe I hadn't slept enough or perhaps my eyes were playing tricks on me, but all of a sudden the air was colder, sand rapidly losing the heat gathered during the day, and the wind which had been near constant at this point so far, completely died to the point all was still. It felt eerie, and wrong. Even the flames of the fire grew weaker.
The hair on the back of my neck prickled, something screamed at me with the energy of an unrelenting demon! So startled I was, I jumped out of my seat and stumbled over my fire, nearly falling in, in the process, but I could've sworn something shoved me hard so I just fell over in sand instead. When I turned around tho nothing was there, and all around the camp site I heard this awful noise I couldn't tell what it was meant to be. I was scared, honestly, noone said anything about ghosts and such! Is that the source of the rumours and stories? I fumbled for my torch so I could at least cast a beam of something out into the night, was it night time already? That was fast. Turning the torch on I shined the bright beam around slowly, in a circle, and almost yelped, because right behind me was something, the torch revealed a dark shoulder, and then a neck, long trailing mane and suddenly I locked eyes with hellfire, that's what those eyes were, hellfire, and gaped at what looked sort of like...blood? on near its mouth, however I didn't get a good look as it suddenly stomped on the ground and I heard something break.
Looking down at its feet I saw a big pumpkin, now crushed under one of its front hooves...where did that pumpkin come from...? Anyways I at that point fell over, as that felt like a clear threat to me, and panicked, I quickly gathered up my stuff and left, the living myth staring at me from atop a nearby sand dune, not moving a muscle as it watched, I didn't even notice when it got there, nor am I sure it needed to travel there at all, maybe it was a ghost itself, and haunted anyone that came too close.
Either way I left, with whickering echoing all around me in a sort of jovial manner, as if mocking me.
My findings? This location is not able to be developed, for there is definitely a curse amongst the sand dunes.
Secretely unknown to humans, the reality is that Bismurch himself just really loves to mess with people, prank them and such, he is easily bored, and yet easily entertained by teasing those around him, especially humans, they give the funniest reactions. Little does he know of the fearsome reputation he's accidentally built for himself, he just wanted to pass the time and reduce boredom, never meant to make them forever afraid of him!
2) It's extremely hard to pick just one favourite spider tbh because I have many, but one I am always drawn to and love a whole heap is the species of Poecilotheria metallica. It's a dream to own one, or several, one day! I just love how absolutely stunning they are pattern wise, and how intensely blue they are, they feel like something out of a dream, or an enthusiastic photoshop, and I just love Old World tarantulas in general regardless (altho I do love New World Ts too!). It makes me sad this species is critically endangered, and I want to one day own a bunch and breed them, to hopefully help improve their numbers, at least in captivity, which'd help the survival of the species.