Late at night when ladies and gentlemen shouldn’t be wondering the streets of Fort Slaughter, an unfortunate woman just so happened to walk into the wrong group of thugs. The thugs were bigger and stronger then she was and they were giving her quite the hard time. The thugs forced her purse out of her hands and began rummaging their filth ridden hands through it. They pulled out her walled and removed it’s contents into a white plastic bag. they also removed the hand-gun that was hidden rather well at the bottom of the bag. But, their wrong doings would not be over looked, For the white masked wonder had shown his face. He had plunged his steel katana into the body of the man furthest from the woman getting mugged. The white masked man then fallowed the shape of the man’s body, making a firm clean cut, removing his arm. As the newly made corpse fell to the ground, his blood flowed from out of his body like water released from a dam. The other Man looked shocked and could hardly move his body. He dropped the gun and the plastic bag in pure fear. The white masked individual Glared at the other one. “you’re next” said the white masked kid as he slashed across the man’s neck. For a second or two, there was silence… . Then the man’s head flew into the air like a rocket and his body fell over like a rag doll. The white masked kid then wiped the blood off his sword and handed the lady her purse and the rest of her belongings. She herself was shaking like a vibrator with no handler but, she managed to ask, “w-w-w-w-who are… . ” She was cut off “MY NAME IS SPLIT HORN” he exclaimed as he sheathed his sword. Split Horn then took a step and slipped on the blood he had just spilled all over the side-walk. he hit his head on the pavement and screamed in pain for a second. he then got up and walked away from the shaken lady.
it was a LOVELY night in the city, as far as Mare Lady could see. A bit chilly, a full moon out, terribly late with an occasional siren ringing in the air signaling justice to be properly doled out… Just the perfect time to look for some of her favourite kawaii people. She trotted pleasantly through the dank street, positively certain she was nearing the graveyard by now, when she heard a scuffle in the upcoming alley.
peeking around the corner, she couldn’t suppress a surprised whinny. It was not a cutie she had seen before, and yet…. One of the most kawaii gundams she had ever seen in her life. She could feel her kokoro go doki doki over the JUSTICE being doled out, all over that alley. Geeeeeeeze.
The past is not something to be mulled upon, as far as the Mare Lady is concerned.
She grew up on a farm, not too far outside of town. Her name was never terribly important, being one of far too many mouths to feed, and none of her siblings really bothered her or had much to do with her at all. It was, if anything, a very boring existance, the only joy of which being the horses they raised. She would often imagine being a colt as she groomed the horses, the wind whipping through her mane as she galloped handsomly along the fences.
Of course, even with this as her only escape from such a dull existance, happiness would not be meant to last. She found one evening, from a sibling who had rifled through their father’s things, that the horses were to be sold, to other breeders, for glue, to whomever could pay the price. They and the family home were to be sold, and they were to move to a new town, to follow their father’s growing investment in scrap metal.
Not that she remembered it at all.
She had just been a very small girl.
When she was found the next morning, sleeping in a loft of hay in the barn, the deputees assumed that the people who had stolen into the house late that night and killed the rest of her family hadn’t noticed her at all, not expecting her to be in the barn. The poor child. Thought she was a horse, or something or the sort. Perhaps a way of coping with the murder of her family. At least the vile murderers hadn’t taken off with anything.. The girl, along newly inherited home and a very good sum of money, were put into the care of a very loving aunt, who brought her up nicely, instilling a good sense of justice into her. Because, maybe, just maybe, she could someday catch the bastards what did her family in. Or at least stop another such travesty from happening.
Or maybe just go galloping again. That would be alright too.
“no, I don’t want your number, and no, I don’t wanna give you mine…”
the Mare lady mumbled along with the song blasting in her headphones as she walked up the stairs of her apartment building, making a beeline for her upstairs neighbor’s door.
“hangin out the passengers side of his best friends ride, tryin to holla at me…”
she lowered the headphones from her ears to rest around her neck, a Torc of good music, as she pounded jauntily at the door in front of her.
“KISSMISS!! Neigh, are you even in there?”