Nightshade was always quiet, always trying to not bring any attention to herself. She had tried asking the teacher about it, but was told that she should try and stand up for herself and that Cherilee could only do so much on her end. Day after day, month after month, finally she has had enough of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Nightshade was standing next to the pond that had that strange grave marker next to it. Today was the day she would finally stand up for herself, she told herself. With a last pat down over her clothes, she nodded to herself, finding her thread-bare robe and ceremonial hat (I'd call it a witch hat if ponies weren't so up-tight about it) pristine as ever, she nodded and turned away towards school.
Going on goddess damned Twenty, Nightshade was the latest bloomer, even those CMC fillys had gotten theirs for crying out loud! To day she could feel it in her bones, today, She would find her cutie mark! But first, she needed to get to work... Work! Nightshade listened to her watch and noticed that the time was three minutes till her shift started at the Quills and sofas, barely enough to get there on time.
She began to run, not noticing the dirt over the grave shift slightly. The edge of the Everfree Forest, her home and playground when she felt bored. Few other ponies would try to follow her as she went into its depths. Abandoned to an orphanage as a foal, she found little time to appreciate the comfort of others. Few of the foals would try to talk to her even though she try to do so with them. The only time she would rarely talk to another was to talk to the adults at the orphanage, and that was to discuss her school and chores. 'Till they kicked me out for being too old... Eh, I can make it!' she thought to herself. 'I bet I could fly circles around those damn neigh sayers!'
She of course didn't notice that in the distance behind her that I had begun to slowly crawl out of my grave. Pissed that I had been woken from my deep, Insanity inducing, sleep. But she didn't need to notice that. I just had to get her to put me back and let me go to the other side once more. I was waste deep out of my grave when I noticed that I had a rather skeletal appearance. my once gleaming claws were now dull and serrated from the dig I just had gone through, my scales on my forearms were even darker thanks to the dirt, and most of my skin and feathers were missing! I had even heard every thought she had over my grave, and when she had left.
"Damn Pegasus pride... I hate this shit." Why I was still coherent despite being raised from the grave by her was a mystery to me, the last time I had run into a necromancer the things he raised were totally blithering idiots, shambling about like mindless slaves. Mortem had the decency to keep them at least presentable though. Nightshades form disappeared around a corner as she fled to work, leaving me behind to figure out why in the name of all things even loosely related to anything holy I was even put here at the edge of the forest in the first place!
I was just about to pull my left hind paw out of the dirt when a shadow fell over me. A very slim shadow, but at least i had noticed it. With a quick thought, I had an idea. "If you help me out, I promise to not eat the children." I looked back to receive a face full of powder, clouding my sight. With a swish and a thunk, I felt my self be thrown back by what I think was a staff. Apparently the undead we'rent appreciated here. "Well, FUCK you too! I was joking! Take a fucking hint, damn it!"
The figure lifted its hood as far as I could tell, a Mohawk popping up from beneath it. "What foul trickery I see, the undead try to bargain with me? Tell me foul beast, or your life forfeit, of your troubles would be your least." The now Identify ably female, I think a Zebra from the incessant rhyming I could tell.
"Oh, gods, you have me thinking in rhyme already! Begone demon! Helloooooo shamooo!" I waved my arms in front of me till I heard another thunk and my sight shifted again. "You don't like my jokes... I don't wanna talk about it. Besides, I don't think you could reverse this anyway." I pushed myself back up to a sitting position, my left hind paw sticking out of the dirt in front of me. "You Zebras are so temperamental, I remember the last time I dealt with one of you, Obsessed about the stars and such."
"Do not speak of the cursed tribe you creature of destruction, I shall put you back and punish you for this disruption." She raised the staff and began to chant under her breath.
I cocked my head. "You do know that an experienced Necromancer would have had sealed my soul away before raising me back from the dead, right? It's the first thing they have to do before dealing with a Diamortalis, were just too volatile for them to control otherwise." I tried to stand up only to be hit by the Zebra. She continued her chant for what felt like about half an hour, probably just a few minutes. "You do know that I am definitely just going to sit here and be annoyed by not being able to get my other leg, right?" my eyes had finally cleared enough to get a good look at her, the hourglass figure with nicely balanced curves, probably a good b-cup going. "I wish I could get a boner."
Author's Note
How do you get a good rhyme scheme going for Zecora?!?!
