S.h.O.t

To them, our world is dull and weird . To us, theirs is bright and surreal. Everything is bright and ethereal. Instead of science, they have magic. Instead of the governments we're acquainted with here, they have kings and dukes.

However, Jypsy was an acceptation. She was outright weird. The other pegasi made fun of her and shunned her because of her colors. Instead of their typical bright, vibrant colors, she was what we call "earthy" tones. They were blue and orange, pink and yellow, green and purple; she only retained small hints of those colors. Another oddity was the extra feathers on her fore legs, hind legs and tail. No matter what, Jypsy didn't care. She liked being different.

The Queen, on the other hand, didn't like her different beauty. Because of Jypsy's oddness, she was extremely beautiful, especially when viewed by others less fortunate than the royalty. This caused a problem for the Queen. SHE wanted to be the most beautiful, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't match Jypsy's "un" natural beauty.

So the Queen got an idea; get rid of the competition. She ordered one of her hunters to find Jypsy's nest (pegasi here "nest" or bed down in tall grasses at the foot of mountains), and when she took flight for her morning fly, to shoot her down. The hunter couldn't refuse, his family was at stake. After hours of searching, finally, at dusk, he found her. All night he watched her, waiting for the dawn (hunters here won't kill prey in their homes; it has no honor or game). He became so entranced by her that when dawn came, and the deed had to be done, he couldn't do it. However, he couldn't risk his wife and three children, so he took the shot. Unfortunately, the shot didn't kill her, and she fell down like a bird hitting a window, smashing against the hard ground. She hit the ground at an odd angle and lay there, her breathing becoming labored. As ordered, he pulled a primary feather from her wing, to prove the "kill", and left. He guilt chewed at him all day, and even harder when he presented the feather to the Queen, in front of the whole court. Finally he couldn't take it. He grabbed his horse and wheeled out of the village of his home, kicking up dust. After hours of galloping like a madman, he finally stumbled onto the "kill" site. There was something wrong: she wasn't there. Only a bloody trail that disappeared into the forest.
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TO BE CONTINUED? D8 We'll see.

After many hours of work IT IS DONE! This piece is about 150 MB, instead of the average 12 MB (if that). I think it was the clouds that killed me. And they were first! D8 Overall, I love this picture. Alot.

And now I think I'll go replace my eyes.