Aforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished Stories

The strum from guitar hums silently towards the night sky above. Elegantly being used, this wooden, mahogany-colored instrument played a slow solo that would caress the deepest part of the soul if anypony was there to listen. Only a mare with a blonde mane that has coloration easily comparable to a divine lion. Little splotches of pink line parts of it adding to its colorful range. Her body, green like the hide of a sour Granny Smith apple. Eyes blue as if staring into the deepest parts of the sea right in her sockets.

She sat alone on a dead tree, watching the empty and lifeless wasteland that stretched far. Continuing her playful guitar solo in what seemed to be a serenade to what once was. Light was strong behind her, a city no doubt could be seen from afar. Buildings from miles away seeping with energy and life. A sudden pause to the string she was about to hit and the lone mare noticed the moon high above. It was time to go. Usually it was unsafe to be alone in the middle of the night, but she didn't care, she just wanted to play her instrument on the spot she always went to. Never had she gotten any trouble, but it was best to not test her luck.

Off of the tree she went, strapping the guitar on to her sideways using the leather strap connected to it. Step after step and she continued her way a bit farther from the small, falling-apart, black tree.

"Wait!", she turned and unstrapped her guitar to wield it, ready to strike whomever dared attack. The action was swift, unstrapping the strap and placing the head on both hooves to use the large part as a blunting piece. A sudden quick chuckle from the darkness caused her to shiver while she stood her ground.

"Who is there!? Show yourself!" she screamed nervously. The whisper wind of the wasteland was the only answer she got. Out of the dark, a couple of steps and the crunching of sand gave the unknown being a better light. It was canine in shape, completely black from head to paws. Its tail swaying left and right while it sat like a dog. She looked at it and steadied her weapon ready to strike.

"Now, now, there's no need for violence, I just want to hear you play some more.", a female voice so calm came from the canine. Its teeth sharp and ready to tear anything apart showed as it smiled.

"How can I trust you won't attack me?", not a word was uttered, but the crawling whisper of the wind. She lowered the guitar away from striking position. "Y-you want to hear my music?"

The canine figure nodded.

"Well, I guess I can play one more solo, but I can't stay long. I have to get back where its safe.", it watched her curiously while she scratched her head. "What do I call you?"

"Mond."

"Well alright Mond, My name is Gentle Strings, here goes."