Slit-throat, the best swords mare in Equstria. At least that´s what I´ve been told.

The tale of the silent mare begins when she was only five years old.

The little blue filly lived in a small apartment with her mom and her ten year old sister. The mother was a prostitute and a grave alcoholic. She had gotten both her children because of her job.

It was early night and the sun was starting to set.

“You were a fucking mistake.” The mom said while pushing down a glassful of brown liquor and smoking a cigarette. “You and your fucking sister. I should have thrown both of you out in the trash when I pushed out of my slit.”

“Fuck you.” The younger filly said.

A drunken hoof slammed into the filly’s head. The skin on her cheek broke and drips of blood leaked from the wound. “Watch your mouth, Shadow Glider.” Her mother said with harsh, hateful tone. “One more word and I´ll break the bottle over your head.”

Shadow glider kept her eyes on the floor.

Her mother slammed back into the couch and filled up her glass again. “Now head back to your room and be quiet. I got a meeting in fifteen minutes and if he starts complaining about any noise coming from you two I´ll beat the two of you bloody.”

Shadow Glider pressed a hoof against her cheek and walked back to her room.

“Did mom beat you again?” A red unicorn asked. She was noticeably bigger than her younger sister and had a scar underneath her eye where their mother hit her with table leg. She looked at her little sister with kind blue eyes.

“It´s alright, Mono.” She wiped some of the blood from her cheek but a fresh droop fell from the gash. “She didn´t hit me that hard.”

Her sister´s horn started glowing as she lifted up a small piece of white cloth, at least it was once white. “Here.”

“Thanks.” Shadow Glider pressed the cloth against her cheek.

Despite being her sister, Mono always felt more like a mother to her than an older sister. She was always comforting her when she cried, rocking her slowly to sleep and letting her sleep next to her when she had nightmares. It was a whole lot more than what her mother had done to her.

They heard a knock on the door to their apartment.

Mono pulled her little sister close. “Don´t make any noise.” She whispered in her ear.

Shadow Glider nodded.

“Try and get some sleep.”

Shadow Glider crawled up in their shared bed and closed her eyes. She curled up to and her older sister crawled up next to her.

The apartment was always cold but it was worse now in the middle of winter. Not helping the two sisters was the sound of her mother moaning from the other side of the wall. The sound was about as false as one could get. Not that it was a sound that they weren´t accustomed to but neither of them could ever sleep when they heard it.

Shadow Glider felt her older sister pressing her hooves against her ears in an effort to mute the sound.

What neither of them knew was that stallion that had come to their mother was henchmen of a boss that their mother had stolen from. And he was there to teach her a lesson.

The moaning was cut off by the bark of two gunshots.

Mono froze. She knew exactly what had happened. Their mother was dead, she didn´t care. She just was scared shitless over the life of her sister.

Mono threw her sister under the bed. “Stay there. Don´t make a sound.” She rushed to press against the door but she was to slow.

The stallion charged in and started shooting wildly around him. Most of bullets hit nothing but moldy walls and furniture but one of them hit Mono square in the chest. She fell down and stared right at her underneath the bed. Blood flowed from her mouth. Mono stared at her little sister´s small, scared eyes until the world turned quiet and black.

Shadow Glider trembled. Her body shook out of her control and then she let out a small whimper.

Then everything happened so fast. A hoof came down under the bed and dragged her out from her hiding spot. She knew the face of the stallion. He was one of their mother´s regulars.

She tried to punch and kick him but the stallion was much bigger and stronger than her. He pressed her face into the floor, right next to her sister´s warm blood. A cold blade opened her throat and a stream of her own blood began to form a puddle on the floor.

The stallion whipped the knife on the cover and grunted. “Fucking kids.” He said with a dark voice before leaving.
Shadow glider laid on the floor. Blood ran from the wound on her neck. She saw her sister´s eyes. The blue sapphires that had just a few moments ago been filled with life where now cold and dead. Shadow Glider thought that she was going to die there, along with her sister.

And she would have been far better of had she just died then and there. But the cunt decided to live.

The filly pressed her hoof against the wound. Though she was bleeding heavily, the wound wasn´t deep. She took the cover on the bed and pressed it hard against her throat. The fabric quickly soaked with the sticky, warm fluid. With one slow movement she managed to get to her feet and tied a piece of a scarf around her neck. The knot got so hard that she was having a hard time breathing.

When she tried to walk everything swirled and it was a hard struggle to keep her balance. She knew exactly where she needed to go. Her desk. There was needle and thread there.

After a series of dizzy steeps, she made it to the desk. She pulled out the drawer and spilled the contents out on the floor. Shadow glider took a thick needle with a tread attached. She laid back on the floor, pulled the scarf off and started pressing it through the skin of her throat. Since she couldn´t see what she was doing the stiches turned out rough and uneven. Her skin was pulled to the point of breaking and every time she pressed the needle through her skin more blood came from the holes it created.

Once it was done she laid there. Exhausted, slipping in and out of consciousness. Dried blood cracked in her fur with every breath and her neck burned like it was one fire. But she was alive.

So the little whore borne filly survived having her throat cut. She swore vengeance. And ten years later she got it. In a bedroom, while he fucked another whore.

Slit-throat burst through the door, her sword unsheathed and her blood boiling.

He was mounted behind a skinny, dark green Pegasus. Both of them looked just as shocked to see the young mare charging for them with a curved blade but it was he who reacted faster. He pulled himself out of the whore and pushed her away from him. He was hoping that Slit-throat would be stopped by the whore long enough for him to reach for his gun.

Slit-throat´s sword split the whore from shoulder to waist. The blade cut through the flesh like a hot knife through butter. Blood sprayed from the two halves, filling the air with crimson droplets of soft, blood stained feathers.

“What in the fuck?” He shouted in terror.

The silent mare stared at him with piercing golden yellow eyes through the cloud of stained feathers. Under something resembling a smile was a bright pink scar with a series of uneven vertical lines overrunning it.

“Look,” He raised his hooves into the air. “what do you want? You want money or something?” Slowly, he made his way to the gun. “Where you just after her?” He nodded towards the corpse. “Because I don´t give a shit about her, okay?” He made a move for his gun.

Slit-throat lunged forward and the blade flashed.

The hoof separated at the elbow and landed on the floor with a wet splash.

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!” He screamed as blood squirted from the stump.

The blood splashed over her blue coat and a gentle sigh escaped her lips. She looked at the stallion in front of her. The corner of her mouth lifted as he squirmed around on the floor.

He climbed to his feet and stared back into her eyes. Whether his face turned pale because he was shocked by a realization or because he was simply loosing blood is unclear.

It didn´t matter to her. She raised her sword and released a flurry of shallow cuts onto him. He was soon painted in a coat of blood. He tried to say something but his lips were cut into a series of flabby pieces of wet meat and the only sound he could form where gargled and chocked.

She stared at him breathing. Clutching on to the last bits of his life. A life that was turned into a living hell. The sight of it made her heart bet with a rush she had never known. It was a trip of unreal pleasures and warm joy.

Then she slashed out with the sword and a new gash was formed. This one was under his chin and it wasn´t shallow. It was deep. Down to the bone and reached from one side to the other. A fresh flow of blood came from the cut.
Watching the blood flow out and roll up at her feet underneath her was a new kind of high.

And so the little filly got her revenge. Soon I will be coming to claim my own on the skinny little whore offspring.

Author's Note

Sorry for taking a while to update.
I´ve been pretty busy of late. So many ponies to kill so little time.

If anyone finds any grammatical errors or other oddities it would be much appreciated if you point them out so I can fix them and know what I did wrong.