Slowly Drifting, or The Lost Verses of Perique Blend

by Cynewulf

Book III.5 "A N T E A N"

A N T E A N

Sixteen hands high he is, three of me or more
This giant like a tree is planted, solitary in the grass,
Does his size command--it must mean
Something, it must be some sign.
Sixteen hands high he is
His head must hold up the skies.
What could I say him that will explain him?
Shall I tell you that the earth beneath this giant quakes? Or
That he pulls a plow taller than Celestia and twice as powerful, shall I
Tell you this stallion who holds up the sky with his gentle head is beyond me in scope
Or that in his eyes the universe is tilted by perspective, that he sees from above what
Cannot be seen from below that he stands between myself on the wing and my sister
Upon the ground?
I can't tell you that.
Sixteen hands high he is, three of me or more and his gaze unsettles me.
You'll think of that height and think of Celestia shining like the dawn over the mountain
And I'll think of the moonlight spilling over the tip of Ghastly Gorge outside my door on the rocky floor
But the Antean is neither of these things.
He stands colossal and singular but his singularity is
Simple and simplistic, it does not draw the eye or the mind or the heart through
Granduer or glory or song or laughter but
In that it is so utterly starkly
Blank.
Not mindless but blank, as he grazes eyes large and seeing all they see still nothing they are blank
As a parchment untouched is blank before me deep in the Colony in the Gorge in my cavern on my desk
In the darkness in the city where no wax candle lives where no day pony sees but feels and whispers--
That is what I saw in the giant's eyes. And then
I shrank, terrified. Is this what
I am, mindless and grazing, seeing all yet seeing nothing, knowing nothing, being
Nothing, am I beneath a thin veneer like this giant of Earth this Antean
So like the stories and songs of the West yet so horribly alien?
Is this the promised end is this is this
And yet.
Gently lives the Antean in the sunny vale, trotting to the crude fence of wood
And thrusting his great nose down at me in greeting wordless yet obvious
And in my horror I did not know what to do so I returned that greeting
And found
That he was kind yet blank yet kind.
And then, when he had satisfied his curiosity, he left. The Antean was the sea and the sea
Is not troubled.
But I have never been much of a sailor. I think perhaps
Sometimes, when I worry, that the worry is the difference.
Sixteen hands high he is and holding up the sky,
There are worse things beneath heaven's vault than giants.

Author's Note:

[Twilight]

I thought this sounded familiar. Anteans were an ancient tribe of ponies. Well, I say tribe, but in reality they seem to have been as much myth as genetic/magic mishap. Anteans were massive. The old legends claim they were taller than houses at full height, but more scholarly works suggest that if they existed, Anteans were probably closer to twice a pony's height, if only because any higher would begin to cause problems that all large creatures deal with.

Apparently gentle creatures, Anteans often attempted to attach themselves to primitive herds or nascent villages as protectors. Slow to wrath but terrible when so motivated, Anteans roamed in solitary existence unless they could find smaller ponies to accept them. Most legendary accounts claimed they gathered and left for the west not long before Equestria was founded. Some scholars suggest that a tribe that may have inspired the "Anteans" of legend may have been living around Vanhoover as late as the coronation of Princesses Celestia and Luna.

First time I've seen "hands" used as a measurement. I'm assuming said hands are larger than Spikes, because sixteen of his little hands isn't really all that awe-inspiring.

[Perique]

I had nightmares for weak.

Daisy was nice. Illegible let me stay the night on the ranch and I really thought I was foolish.

Comments

[Themaskedferret]

No, no it is not. But I'm sure it's still amazing.

[Corejo]

Oh, damn. This is the same cover I used for a story of my own. Thus brings back memories.

Onto the pile it goes!

[RoboRed]

I really like the additional story told within the A/N.

[Cynewulf]

7407003
7407014

Yes
no
in which reckoning
To both

[darf]

i think this is for you, Cynewulf, and you already knew that. i can't wait to read it. :)

[Alondro]

Ah, but there is at least one Antean left in Equestria!

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[Cynewulf]

8018754 haha nah. This Perique is a mare and is actually the pony in my avatar. Both are named after what I contend is the most American consumable.

for the record on the humanity of killing: I would agree more with you than with the other fellow. Sam would be torn. She's lived a hard life but she's not violent when she's sane and doesn't have to be.

[Jack-Pony]

8019205 Ah, I see, thank you. I was wondering how a crippled farm-pony ended up on Earth.

[Ice Star]

This intrigues me... even though mobile scrambles many of the poems!