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© 2024 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by David Booth (2020)
The brown-furred stallion sat, cross-legged and naked, on the carpet facing his bed in the hotel he’d engaged. He closed his brown eyes and slowed his breathing as he centered himself. He was aware that he was filthy, his fur dingy with grime and dust, and he stank. He very much wanted to get a shower, but he had a task to perform first.
A task, yes, but also a chance to exert himself constructively.
Slowly, like a mist creeping through a dark forest, he insinuated himself into the dark side of the Force until he was one with the energy of the universe. It was always exhilarating and slightly terrifying to do this, as the balance between concentration, contemplation and manipulation was a delicate one. A Sith had to watch their step; it was an easy thing to use one’s passions to gain access to the darkness, quite another to actually use it.
The material universe around him faded into dim outlines in which luminous shapes moved about. The shapes were, of course, other living beings that were moving obliviously about their mundane lives. They hadn’t learned yet that their city’s governor sat dead in a chair in his palatial office.
They didn’t know that a predator was in their midst.
Darth Continent, once of Equinium IV and now by the grace of the dark side of the Force a Lord of the Sith, reached out with ethereal fingers and gently caressed the metal handle of his lightsaber before lifting it free of his clothes. A tiny nudge and the saber’s blade sprang into life, filling the room with soft pink light and the harsh hum of its barely-restrained energies.
The saber swung about and darted towards the stallion, blade first, gathering speed until it abruptly stopped.
The blade crept forward and gave a tiny flick.
The lightsaber swung about, crept forward, and performed another flick.
Continent raised one paw and the saber’s handle drifted into his grip. He extinguished the blade, gave a tiny snort and opened his eyes.
A tiny curl of smoke drifted from one nostril as, his nose hairs trimmed again, the Sith got to his hooves and headed for the hotel room’s shower.
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© 2024 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by David Booth (2020)
The brown-furred stallion sat, cross-legged and naked, on the carpet facing his bed in the hotel he’d engaged. He closed his brown eyes and slowed his breathing as he centered himself. He was aware that he was filthy, his fur dingy with grime and dust, and he stank. He very much wanted to get a shower, but he had a task to perform first.
A task, yes, but also a chance to exert himself constructively.
Slowly, like a mist creeping through a dark forest, he insinuated himself into the dark side of the Force until he was one with the energy of the universe. It was always exhilarating and slightly terrifying to do this, as the balance between concentration, contemplation and manipulation was a delicate one. A Sith had to watch their step; it was an easy thing to use one’s passions to gain access to the darkness, quite another to actually use it.
The material universe around him faded into dim outlines in which luminous shapes moved about. The shapes were, of course, other living beings that were moving obliviously about their mundane lives. They hadn’t learned yet that their city’s governor sat dead in a chair in his palatial office.
They didn’t know that a predator was in their midst.
Darth Continent, once of Equinium IV and now by the grace of the dark side of the Force a Lord of the Sith, reached out with ethereal fingers and gently caressed the metal handle of his lightsaber before lifting it free of his clothes. A tiny nudge and the saber’s blade sprang into life, filling the room with soft pink light and the harsh hum of its barely-restrained energies.
The saber swung about and darted towards the stallion, blade first, gathering speed until it abruptly stopped.
The blade crept forward and gave a tiny flick.
The lightsaber swung about, crept forward, and performed another flick.
Continent raised one paw and the saber’s handle drifted into his grip. He extinguished the blade, gave a tiny snort and opened his eyes.
A tiny curl of smoke drifted from one nostril as, his nose hairs trimmed again, the Sith got to his hooves and headed for the hotel room’s shower.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Horse
Size 69 x 120px
File Size 44.4 kB
Just showboating his skill and control to himself - as he can't show off to others without giving himself away ...
Much safer than being in a replicator while it's in the middle of making something - in this case whipped cream covered chocolate pies to throw at others also in the replicator ...
Much safer than being in a replicator while it's in the middle of making something - in this case whipped cream covered chocolate pies to throw at others also in the replicator ...
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