Strychnine - Chapter FiveStrychnine Chapter 5: Bound of Life and Desire Petals were scattering in the eternal sunset of Ancient Equestria, falling into a loving dance all over the dark-green unicorn's body, which lied in a field, tasting the lingering scent of the roses' perfume and fragrances. The home is where one's heart lies, they once said The grass was dancing tenderly, caressed by the wind, and only the sound of nature could be heard all over this place. That place was called the Belladonna or the Rose by its inhabitants, due to its geological architecture, which resembled a rose closing in a flowerbed. Tokix had spent weeks and weeks to clean the en
Strychnine - Chapter FourStrychnineChapter four: Divenire Three heavy bangs sounded on a rotten wooden door. A deep silence fell, as the visitors politely waited for an answer, but soon started banging at the door with more and more vehemence. The rain was cold out there, and there was nothing more annoying that waiting outside in front of an almost-deserted house which presented more lichens and rotten wood planks than those ancient forgotten shelters in deep forests. This house seemed to be the kingdom of depression and mice, as well as the paradise of bugs and various form of wood worms, ground worms, and other vermin less appreciable. Thunder sound
Strychnine - Chapter ThreeChapter three: Burning Sins A bookshelf crashed in a loud and resounding noise, as hooves were hammering it, an old grey pony with a tern coat backing away in fear and despair, running like crazy as if death was pursuing himself within the giant library. The colt had to find some place to hide, desperately looking for the security alarm, sweat showering his body and tears flowing over his reddened cheeks. Old Whitebook was once a fierce and strong stallion. His life, he had spent it entirely within that library, which was the dream of his departed wife In that gigantic library he had built alone, at the sweat of his hooves, decorated
Strychnine - Chapter ThreeChapter 3: Burning Sin A bookshelf crashed in a loud and resounding noise, as hooves were hammering it, an old grey pony with a tern coat backing away in fear and despair, running like crazy as if death was pursuing himself within the giant library. The colt had to find some place to hide, desperately looking for the security alarm, sweat showering his body and tears flowing over his reddened cheeks. Old Whitebook was once a fierce and strong stallion. His life, he had spent it entirely within that library, which was the dream of his departed wife In that gigantic library he had built alone, at the sweat of his hooves, decorated by hi