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What a beautiful Sunset.

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Daring Do has had many dangerous adventures in her career, but never once in all those years has she had to resort to taking another life.

In her line of work, that couldn't last forever. Faced with no other option, she finally has to kill.


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Damn. Real heavy there. Very well done.

Loved it.

Speaking from experience, m8?

This fits perfectly into my headcanon with Daring Do. Well done!

Well I certainly didn't expect that from you. That was really something else.

Really nice, I love it

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What were you expecting?

Never look your enemy in the eye, because in the end, those eyes are all you see.

In today's world of killing games and heavy action movies with scores of enemies being dispatched, reading this is a reminder about how the actual deed, especially to one who didn't want to kill in the first place, is much more grisly then we could ever have imagined.

You captured this perfectly.

7086788 Certainly not something so thoughtful. I mean, you're Holy(of course, you know that). I was expecting shameless clop from "Holy has posted a new story" up until I read the description.

Really like this. I find too many stories deal with the taking of life in really unrealistic ways.

The sudden stench of copper was intoxicating, and with it

May I suggest nauseating instead of intoxicating, given the whole situation.

Good story overall, it certainly drove home what it sent our to do. The descriptions were good and characters made sense. A good read.

I heard someone mention recently that introverts experience emotions more intensely than others, and that made a ton of sense to me. That would explain why death bothers me more than it seems to bother people around me. It may not mean much to the viewer, or to the action hero who dishes it out, but it means everything to the character (or, heaven forbid, the person—but that's a whole 'nother issue) who's dying.

Subject matter and SA praise notwithstanding, I was pretty reluctant to read this. Your godawful resumé features too many fucking Mane Six tags and not a single goddamn Spike tag.

Holy #14 · May 23rd, 2016 · · 1 ·

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I've had a lot of my writing called bad before, but this is definitely the first time someone said it was bad because it didn't include Spike. First time for everything I guess.:rainbowlaugh:

Just to quell your curiosity: I don't care that much for Spike. None of my stories include him for a reason.:raritywink:

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I can see where the guy's going with this, because Spike's pretty much a part of the group. Not that I read your stories too much, so I wouldn't really know.

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Not if I have anything to say about it.

7239823 Gotta love egos.

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7239826 Dude practically telling others what they should be writing about, starts antagonizing others about their egos. Yeah. No one is obligated to write about characters they don't like or don't feel they are important to their story, be them Spike, Twilight Sparkle, Sombra, etc.

Don't go pretending you possess a higher moral ground because you like Spike and Holy doesn't.

Spike's absence in a story where he doesn't need to be doesn't make him a better or worse character, but at least keeps the story focused on what it should be.

7239836 Did I come off as Mr. Pretentious and not a guy with a joke to share?

Meh, I guess I can't blame you, it can be hard to read sarcasm by text. I don't really agree with the other guy on that Spike should be in these stories. He does some kind of a point, I'm just trying to convey it in a non-asshole way.

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7239844 Yeah, I'm afraid if that was sarcasm I failed to recognize it. Dealt with too many "sbl's" to have much faith left in the powers of sarcasm and satirical response.

7239921 Yeah, I'm a friend of Holy's, so I'm probably a bit too easygoing sometimes.

Daring Do finally shanks a motherf**ker.

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Approved. 10 out of 10.

(also, little bit off-topic advertising here, but I'm available for birthday parties, wedding receptions, and offing people who looked at your girlfriend the wrong way. You'll find my contact details in the mail tomorrow?

Even if it's something that no one should ever have to experience, it's good to see an author address the act of killing as it really should be, :fluttershysad:

... I'd post my usual 'Pirate Approved' thingy, but the stupid grin on my face don't feel appropriate for a vignette like this, :trixieshiftleft:

I'm guessing the idea is to make Daring her own character? Someone that lives in a land of peace that hasn't had to take a life in an entire career in the collective cesspools of the world? Yeah, Indiana Jones was a WWI veteran that killed around twenty Nazi's and/or henchmen per movie.

Now don't get me wrong. As a first kill experience this is accurate to a disturbing and tragic to a degree. But this sort of deal would be expected from around the second adventure. Not one that is a further down her career.

Though Daring's lack of poetic dialogue regarding her first act of murder is rather disappointing considering that she is supposed to be a rather educated character.

A character of mine describes at one point how each kill chips away a small piece of your soul. That you begin to feel emptier and less equine/human each time you spill blood. That the smell of iron is the closest you can come to the smell of blood; and what really makes you sick to your stomach, what really is disturbing is that at the bottom of your soul you enjoyed it.... That predatory thrill during the hunt edges you to seek it.... But afterwards, once the weight of your actions sink in you can't look yourself in the mirror anymore, you can't stand your own solitary presence without a flask of whiskey nearby. That you have become just another monster in the long list of freaks with crimson in their hooves. That is when you know you have become part of the damned, walking the thin line between life and death....

The griffon's last few coughs and gasps faded away as she collapsed into the dirt, her eyes still fixed on Daring. Her bloody hand slipped away from the knife lodged in her neck and collapsed to the ground next to her. Daring watched as the life left her eyes, those eyes that were still centered on her. Even though they were staring right at her, Daring knew there was nothing behind them anymore. That cold, empty look, not focused on anything in particular, was pointed right at her.

Requiscant in pace

I want to read it, because I love your work, but I know I shouldn't, because PTSD. I don't really know what to do here.

Damn, Daring Do got that PTSD.

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