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Tainted Wings -- P-1

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> Guess who you are?
> Actually, there's no need for that.
> You already know.
> You're a bat horse.
> You're trotting along, almost as if you own the place.
> In all honesty, you probably should at this point.
> It's not like anyp0ny else would possibly want it, even the animals are void of the area.
> Trees with no bugs whatsoever.
> Hardly even a breeze penetrates the foliage, but you progress anyway.
> There's nothing else to do, so why stop?
> Damn this forest is hell.
> Might as well admit it.
> Ah, finally.
> The pond.
> Time to make a self assessment.
> Sticks in your shiny, hardly purple mane. A few leaves for added effect.
> Your dark orange eyes piercing through the water.
> Fur slightly matted, you could probably fix that with a short rinse in the pond.
> Buy why dirty the water? What did it do to you?
> You don't even drink from it. You're never hungry, never thirsty.
> Oh well. Continue the assessment.
> Nice fluffy ears.
> Disgusting old cloak riddled with holes.
> Check, check, check...
> Oh Luna, look at you, a trashy bat horse, roaming the same area every day for no real reason.
> Well, there is one.
> You can't get out.
> Can't escape the routine.
> Doomed to repeat your daily tasks and single assessment.
> It's been four years.
> You haven't even spoken in the past three. More like three and eleven months.
> It's about that time again.
> Might as well visit Jeb.
> More trotting and some time later, you come to your one and only friend.
> Jeb.
> You look up at his branches, the ones you cut.
> 'Sorry. I thought you were just a tree, friend' You think. You wouldn't actually talk to a tree, now would you?
> Looking up, you examine the thousands of notches you've made in Jeb.
> Day 1643.
> 'Sorry, Jeb. Just marking the day.'
> You look up at the eyes you carved in.
> They look a bit sad, but forgiving.
> He isn't mad about it.
> You make the notch quickly and dart away, not wanting to hear the screams that you know will come.
> 'SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY'
> Finally.
> You're out of range of that horrid noise.
> Oh well. It's starting to get bright out, might as well go to bed.
> Or not.
> You take a quick trip to a clearing.
> It's empty, the blades of grass swaying in a much more violent manner than in the rest of the area.
> Every day you come here.
> It's part of the routine, of course.
> It's almost time to look across.
> Two more seconds.
> ...
> Now.
> You looks across on que, watching a nearly faded shadow slowly cross the plain.
> It's always the same.
> Always.
> Every.
> Single.
> Day.
> A shiver climbs up your spine slowly.
> Good. That's on que too.
> The trees sway as it passes.
> It stops.
> Normal as usual.
> No. No it's not.
> It never stops.
> Not at that tree.
> That's the wrong one.
> You stare, now extremely intrigued.
> This is different.
> It stays there for a while, staring behind itself, telling by the shadow.
> Seconds pass.
> Minutes.
> This is taking much longer than usual.
> It's going to put off the schedule.
> You're already going to wake up an entire two minutes early.
> Finally, you turn around.
> Let that shadow mill round.
> You don't care.
> But now you do.
> Oh goddess, you care so much.
> Turning around, you notice something.
> It's what the shadow has been staring at.
> Why didn't that occur to you earlier?
> It looks like a shaven pony.
> Probably a slave.
> A coward, by the looks of it, hiding behind a tree.
> It's just a shadow. Nothing to be scared of.
> Now that you've spotted the it, it turns to you.
> Such small eyes, a brownish, tiny mane.
> What an odd neck.
> So long.
> Whatever. Probably some sort of abomination.
> You cringe.
> It's come to this. Calling things abominations.
> You're a hypocrite now.
> The sad thought start to plague your mind.
> It's time to go to sleep. You've stood around long enough.
> You mentally apologize to the creature, not thinking it speaks Bat Horse or Equestrian.
> You trot off [spoiler] into the sunset, [/spoiler] going back to your favourite tree.
> What a day.
> Reaching your tree, you look up at the branches.
> Good. None fell down.
> Climbing up to the branch you like, you latch your hind legs onto it before wrapping your forelegs as well.
> It always frightened you to sleep like Bath Horses usually do.
> Vulnerable, in the open, at risk of falling.
> Oh well.
> You go to sleep, drifting off while thinking about the odd pale creature.
> You are now Anon.
> It's 6 AM in the morning, the usual.
> Goddess damn it. Daylight savings time. It's actually 7, and your going to be late for your shitty job.
> Orangestong wants you to check out that one crop of apples they always stray away from.
> You, of all ponies, the one human.
> Eh. She probably hates you.
> Damn Applejack. Making you do all the hard shit.
> Oh well. You don't want your pay docked, so you might as well haul ass and get over there.
> Grab an apple.
> Chuckle at the irony.
> And you're off.
> Several ponies greet you. Nearly all of them.
> Pft. You're such a cool guy.
> Now you're in front of that barn thing.
>The paint seems to be fading a bit.
> That's probably your job for tomorrow.
> Goddess damnit.
> "Hey, Anon!"
> Oh no. She's spotted you.
> "Com'on over, have some lemon-aid before you go to that abandoned area."
> She's inviting you for lemon-aid.
> You quickly think of a great excuse.
> "Ano-"
> You flail your arms.
> "I HAVE WORK TO DO BYE ORANGE P0NY"
> The hat p0ny looks a bit worried.
> You sprint off anyway, grabbing a wagon filled with buckets as you go.
> Fuck.
> The area you did yesterday is overgrown.
> Damn unicorn magic.
> You stop, filling the buckets.
> Oh, look at the time.
> You accidentally spent all day doing the thing in the place.
> Otherwise known as sleeping.
> You'll just tell Applejack that you took these apples from the abandoned area.
> She'll love that story.
> "Annnnoooooonnnnnn!"
> It's the apple horse.
> You look up.
> "Hello down 'ere. I see yer takin' a little break. Thats aright by me, but you've got another hour."
> She smiles, taking your wagon away for you.
> You really can't escape her tyranny, can you?
> It really is an hour before twilight though. Might as well survey the area.
> Walking long distances.
> You hate that.
> Damn apple horse.
> Whatever. Time to-
> Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
> There's a little... Er... Thing. In the area.
> Tornado.
> Yeah, that.
> Stationary, though. The fuck is with that?
> Sweet. You always liked that one show about chasing storms.
> Time to get closer.
> More walking and you come to the base.
> It's not even windy.
> The grass is moving wildly, though, as if it doesn't care about physics.
> That annoys you to no end.
> "Who the hell does something like that. Shitty Unicorns and their magic."
> Even closer, because fuckwind.jpg
> OH SHIT
> The wind decides to take effect, ripping you from your spot and smashing your body against a tree.
> Ow.
> There's black spots in your vision, but your will to stay alive is much strong than the will to sleep.
> At least that's a positive aspect.
> Well. At least you've got this tree to hold onto for dear life.
> "Well, tree, I guess it's just you and me now."
> The tree does nothing. It's a tree.
> Not even a good tree.
> [spoiler] 0/10 would use for firewood. [/spoiler]
> Oh, wait!
> A p0ny!
> And she's got [spoiler]buffalo[/spoiler] wings!
> She could fly over and save you!
> "Hey! You! With the face! Help me out over here!"
> They ignore you.
> What, they?
> Now there's two, who would've guessed that thing could multiply.
> You know, now that you look, it's not even a Pegasus.
> Weird wings.
> Awkward eyes.
> Neat looking satchel.
> Nope. That ain't a p0ny.
> That's a monster. Good thing it didn't hear you.
> It could've stolen your soul.
> You shimmy [spoiler]Jimmy[/spoiler] around the tree, getting out of sight of the one.
> Actually, they look pretty similar. One's quite a bit cleaner, though.
> Might as well wait for somehorse to come save you.
> You are now a bat.
> Ah, night again.
> Time to go through the day, or rather, night.
> Back to Anon.
> Well, it's been about an hour. Where the hell is your backup?
> "Anon?"
> Fuck. Purplewingshorn.
> "Hey! Get over here and rescue me!"
> Twilight takes her sweet time trotting over.
> "You know this place is enchanted, right?"
> "Uh, no? Should I have?"
> Enchanted? That explains some of it.
> "I guess not. But it doesn't matter. Go ahead. Walk right out."
> Walk? Out? Bullshit.
> "Look, Twilight, I don't really feel like dying today."
> "Anon, you trust me, don't you?"
> "No. Not really. Not at all, in fact."
> Looking over, purplesmart rolls her eyes, trotting right beside you.
> "Trot."
> [spoiler] You're a wizard, Twily [/spoiler]
> You let go of the tree, and easily move around.
> "It flung me at a tree and was obviously tugging at my clothes and hair. The hell is this stuff?"
> "Magic."
> You hate her explanations.
> "Alright, well, look, I saw something over there. A monster. Don't you dare start-"
> She laughs.
> You hate that as well.
> "I'm serious here! It looks like a mutated pony!"
> Sure enough, Twilight takes a look.
> "A-Anon! You're right! What is that odd creature?"
> Some extreme squinting later and Purple has an idea.
> "Ah. A Bat Pony. They're pretty rare around here, you know."
> Great. Thanks for that useless information.
> "So, what, do we rescue it like the great heroes we are, or leave it?"
> "How could you possibly leave her in an enchantment field like that!"
> She looks appalled.
> Shit. You crossed the line.
> "Sorry. Bad joke."
> "We'll come back tomorrow at the same time. I'll have a few tools to get in and out with the pony."
> She's still looking at you like she would a serial killer.
> That hurts.
> She'll forgive you though. She always does.
> With a yawn, you make it home and go to bed.

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> Guess who you are?
> Actually, there's no need for that. 
> You already know.
> You're a bat horse.
> You're trotting along, almost as if you own the place.
> In all honesty, you probably should at this point. 
> It's not like anyp0ny else would possibly want it, even the animals are void of the area. 
> Trees with no bugs whatsoever. 
> Hardly even a breeze penetrates the foliage, but you progress anyway.
> There's nothing else to do, so why stop?
> Damn this forest is hell. 
> Might as well admit it. 
> Ah, finally. 
> The pond.
> Time to make a self assessment.
> Sticks in your shiny, hardly purple mane. A few leaves for added effect.
> Your dark orange eyes piercing through the water. 
> Fur slightly matted, you could probably fix that with a short rinse in the pond.
> Buy why dirty the water? What did it do to you? 
> You don't even drink from it. You're never hungry, never thirsty.
> Oh well. Continue the assessment. 
> Nice fluffy ears. 
> Disgusting old cloak riddled with holes.
> Check, check, check...
> Oh Luna, look at you, a trashy bat horse, roaming the same area every day for no real reason. 
> Well, there is one. 
> You can't get out.
> Can't escape the routine. 
> Doomed to repeat your daily tasks and single assessment.
> It's been four years. 
> You haven't even spoken in the past three. More like three and eleven months. 
> It's about that time again. 
> Might as well visit Jeb.

> More trotting and some time later, you come to your one and only friend. 
> Jeb. 
> You look up at his branches, the ones you cut. 
> 'Sorry. I thought you were just a tree, friend' You think. You wouldn't actually talk to a tree, now would you?
> Looking up, you examine the thousands of notches you've made in Jeb. 
> Day 1643.
> 'Sorry, Jeb. Just marking the day.' 
> You look up at the eyes you carved in. 
> They look a bit sad, but forgiving. 
> He isn't mad about it.
> You make the notch quickly and dart away, not wanting to hear the screams that you know will come. 
> 'SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY'

> Finally. 
> You're out of range of that horrid noise. 
> Oh well. It's starting to get bright out, might as well go to bed. 
> Or not. 
> You take a quick trip to a clearing. 
> It's empty, the blades of grass swaying in a much more violent manner than in the rest of the area. 
> Every day you come here. 
> It's part of the routine, of course. 
> It's almost time to look across. 
> Two more seconds. 
> ...
> Now. 

> You looks across on que, watching a nearly faded shadow slowly cross the plain.
> It's always the same. 
> Always. 
> Every.
> Single. 
> Day.
> A shiver climbs up your spine slowly.
> Good. That's on que too.
> The trees sway as it passes. 
> It stops.
> Normal as usual.
> No. No it's not. 
> It never stops. 
> Not at that tree.
> That's the wrong one.
> You stare, now extremely intrigued. 
> This is different. 
> It stays there for a while, staring behind itself, telling by the shadow.
> Seconds pass.
> Minutes. 
> This is taking much longer than usual. 
> It's going to put off the schedule. 
> You're already going to wake up an entire two minutes early.
> Finally, you turn around. 
> Let that shadow mill round.
> You don't care. 
> But now you do. 
> Oh goddess, you care so much. 
> Turning around, you notice something.
> It's what the shadow has been staring at. 
> Why didn't that occur to you earlier? 
> It looks like a shaven pony. 
> Probably a slave. 
> A coward, by the looks of it, hiding behind a tree. 
> It's just a shadow. Nothing to be scared of. 
> Now that you've spotted the it, it turns to you. 
> Such small eyes, a brownish, tiny mane.
> What an odd neck. 
> So long. 
> Whatever. Probably some sort of abomination. 
> You cringe.
> It's come to this. Calling things abominations.
> You're a hypocrite now. 
> The sad thought start to plague your mind.
> It's time to go to sleep. You've stood around long enough.
> You mentally apologize to the creature, not thinking it speaks Bat Horse or Equestrian. 
> You trot off [spoiler] into the sunset, [/spoiler] going back to your favourite tree. 

> What a day.
> Reaching your tree, you look up at the branches.
> Good. None fell down. 
> Climbing up to the branch you like, you latch your hind legs onto it before wrapping your forelegs as well.
> It always frightened you to sleep like Bath Horses usually do. 
> Vulnerable, in the open, at risk of falling.
> Oh well. 
> You go to sleep, drifting off while thinking about the odd pale creature.

> You are now Anon. 
> It's 6 AM in the morning, the usual. 
> Goddess damn it. Daylight savings time. It's actually 7, and your going to be late for your shitty job. 
> Orangestong wants you to check out that one crop of apples they always stray away from.
> You, of all ponies, the one human. 
> Eh. She probably hates you.
> Damn Applejack. Making you do all the hard shit.
> Oh well. You don't want your pay docked, so you might as well haul ass and get over there. 
> Grab an apple.
> Chuckle at the irony.
> And you're off. 
> Several ponies greet you. Nearly all of them.
> Pft. You're such a cool guy. 

> Now you're in front of that barn thing. 
>The paint seems to be fading a bit.
> That's probably your job for tomorrow. 
> Goddess damnit.
> "Hey, Anon!"
> Oh no. She's spotted you. 
> "Com'on over, have some lemon-aid before you go to that abandoned area." 
> She's inviting you for lemon-aid. 
> You quickly think of a great excuse.
> "Ano-"
> You flail your arms.
> "I HAVE WORK TO DO BYE ORANGE P0NY"
> The hat p0ny looks a bit worried. 
> You sprint off anyway, grabbing a wagon filled with buckets as you go. 

> Fuck. 
> The area you did yesterday is overgrown. 
> Damn unicorn magic. 
> You stop, filling the buckets. 

> Oh, look at the time. 
> You accidentally spent all day doing the thing in the place. 
> Otherwise known as sleeping. 
> You'll just tell Applejack that you took these apples from the abandoned area. 
> She'll love that story. 
> "Annnnoooooonnnnnn!" 
> It's the apple horse. 
> You look up. 
> "Hello down 'ere. I see yer takin' a little break. Thats aright by me, but you've got another hour." 
> She smiles, taking your wagon away for you. 
> You really can't escape her tyranny, can you?
> It really is an hour before twilight though. Might as well survey the area.

> Walking long distances.
> You hate that. 
> Damn apple horse. 
> Whatever. Time to-
> Jesus. Fucking. Christ. 
> There's a little... Er... Thing. In the area. 
> Tornado. 
> Yeah, that.
> Stationary, though. The fuck is with that?
> Sweet. You always liked that one show about chasing storms. 
> Time to get closer. 
> More walking and you come to the base. 
> It's not even windy.
> The grass is moving wildly, though, as if it doesn't care about physics.
> That annoys you to no end.
> "Who the hell does something like that. Shitty Unicorns and their magic."
> Even closer, because fuckwind.jpg
> OH SHIT
> The wind decides to take effect, ripping you from your spot and smashing your body against a tree. 
> Ow. 
> There's black spots in your vision, but your will to stay alive is much strong than the will to sleep. 
> At least that's a positive aspect. 
> Well. At least you've got this tree to hold onto for dear life. 
> "Well, tree, I guess it's just you and me now."
> The tree does nothing. It's a tree. 
> Not even a good tree. 
> [spoiler] 0/10 would use for firewood. [/spoiler]
> Oh, wait!
> A p0ny!
> And she's got [spoiler]buffalo[/spoiler] wings!
> She could fly over and save you!
> "Hey! You! With the face! Help me out over here!" 
> They ignore you. 
> What, they?
> Now there's two, who would've guessed that thing could multiply. 
> You know, now that you look, it's not even a Pegasus. 
> Weird wings.
> Awkward eyes.
> Neat looking satchel.
> Nope. That ain't a p0ny. 
> That's a monster. Good thing it didn't hear you. 
> It could've stolen your soul. 
> You shimmy [spoiler]Jimmy[/spoiler] around the tree, getting out of sight of the one. 
> Actually, they look pretty similar. One's quite a bit cleaner, though. 
> Might as well wait for somehorse to come save you. 

> You are now a bat.
> Ah, night again. 
> Time to go through the day, or rather, night.

> Back to Anon. 
> Well, it's been about an hour. Where the hell is your backup?
> "Anon?" 
> Fuck. Purplewingshorn. 
> "Hey! Get over here and rescue me!"
> Twilight takes her sweet time trotting over. 
> "You know this place is enchanted, right?"
> "Uh, no? Should I have?"
> Enchanted? That explains some of it.
> "I guess not. But it doesn't matter. Go ahead. Walk right out."
> Walk? Out? Bullshit.
> "Look, Twilight, I don't really feel like dying today."
> "Anon, you trust me, don't you?"
> "No. Not really. Not at all, in fact."
> Looking over, purplesmart rolls her eyes, trotting right beside you. 
> "Trot."
> [spoiler] You're a wizard, Twily [/spoiler]
> You let go of the tree, and easily move around.
> "It flung me at a tree and was obviously tugging at my clothes and hair. The hell is this stuff?"
> "Magic."
> You hate her explanations.
> "Alright, well, look, I saw something over there. A monster. Don't you dare start-"
> She laughs.
> You hate that as well.
> "I'm serious here! It looks like a mutated pony!" 
> Sure enough, Twilight takes a look. 
> "A-Anon! You're right! What is that odd creature?" 
> Some extreme squinting later and Purple has an idea.
> "Ah. A Bat Pony. They're pretty rare around here, you know." 
> Great. Thanks for that useless information. 
> "So, what, do we rescue it like the great heroes we are, or leave it?"
> "How could you possibly leave her in an enchantment field like that!"
> She looks appalled.
> Shit. You crossed the line.
> "Sorry. Bad joke."
> "We'll come back tomorrow at the same time. I'll have a few tools to get in and out with the pony."
> She's still looking at you like she would a serial killer.
> That hurts. 
> She'll forgive you though. She always does.
> With a yawn, you make it home and go to bed.

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