thequeerdeer said: Who are your real parents?
…… Oh crap
This is one of my least favorite topics….
I like to say that I don’t know, but that’s a lie. My parents are Electric Shock and Adrenaline Rush. They are alive, but they don’t live with me. They didn’t give me away or anything. Believe me, they wanted me around, just not for the right reasons…
Okay, might as well get this story over with. You fellow ponies and humans (Yeah, I found out that humans use Tumblr!) deserve to know.
I’m not going to be shameful.
When I was a little filly, I lived in a kingdom neighbouring to Equestria, known as Delour. Delour has a ruler similar to Equestrian goverment, only our king was the first son of the original ruler who was murdered. Our King is named King Mal, son of King Prosperitas. Now, let’s go to before I was born.
King Prosperitas was murdered and his son took over. Now, ever since the murder of his father, King Mal’s kingdom had been a haywire mess. Some of the people of Delour had decided that King Prosperitas was now a profit of which they were to worship and make sacrifices, and sacrifice they did. They gave up blood and flesh of themselves and the people who did not believe in the past king being a profit, and even killed people to make the spirit Prosperitas pleased. This, of course, brought a war between the believers and nonbelievers, known as the Prosperitites and the Mallions. My parents, young ponies at the time, were strong believers in the profit of Prosperitas. They even based their marriage upon the will of Prosperitas.
They knew, however, that they had to make money somehow, so they turned to Prosperitas, who gave them no answer. This made Shock and Rush so enraged that they turned on the profit and worked for neither side, saying that Mal was a barbaric leader who can’t control his kingdom, and Prosperitas had forgotten that his people even loved him.
My father, Adrenaline Rush, had traveled a lot when he was younger, because his parents had been some of the richest people in all of Delour, so he had done many things. He remembered that, somewhere nearby, there were plants that, when cooked properly, caused addicting pleasure and satisfaction, but the more you used, the more you wanted, so it was a wonderful buisness. He decided that he and my mother would make those, force everyone in Delour to try at least one, and then rake in the cash.
I must admit, it was a good plan. A manipulative plan, but a good one at that.
They were some of the richest people in the kingdom, and had everything they could ask for. They probally had more money than King Mal (Although that isn’t much.) They had a child, me, and gave me my wretched name.
My first name: Intoxicated. That was a sign of their success in being rich by making everyone extremely intoxicated.
My second name: Symphony. That was after the old queen of Delour, Enchanting Symphony. She had been one of the only things to ever make King Prosperitas miserable, because she had cheated on him in front of him and betrayed him so many times no one can keep count.
So that also answers the story behind my stupid name also.
So that’s who my parents wer- I mean, who they are. I haven’t seen them since I ran away when I was a tiny filly. Not sure if they even remember me.
Not that I care. If they ever came looking for me, it would either be because they need help with the addiction poison, or they need a sacrifice for the new prophet…..
Well, that’s who my parents are. That’s all for now.
Thanks for asking, Toxic Rave:)
Alright, goodnight fellow ponies (And hue mans).