- >It had probably been at least a week since you encountered that strange mare.
- >At least...you think it had been a week.
- >Keeping track of time served no real purpose in your life now.
- >All that mattered was day and night.
- >You thought about whether or not you'd see her again.
- >It was for the best if you didn't.
- >Who knows what kind of complications would arise if she tried to take you to her..."home"
- >What if she brought others!?
- >Perhaps letting her leave unharmed wasn't such a wise move.
- >The shock of meeting an intelligent creature other than yourself had made you go soft.
- >You curse your lack of foresight.
- >Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud grumble from your stomach.
- >You audibly sigh, the sound echoing slightly inside the cave you called home.
- >It was that time again.
- >Surviving in this forest had proven much more difficult than you had initially anticipated.
- >It had been days since you ate anything larger than a damn squirrel.
- >And the berries you found proved to upset your stomach something fierce.
- >In retrospect, you were lucky those things weren't poisonous.
- >But there's really no way to know till you try right?
- >Groggily, you stand up from the pathetic pile of sticks and leaves you call a bed.
- >You stare at the bright light billowing in from the end of the tunnel.
- >Good, daylight makes it easier for you to see your prey.
- >Your night vision was poor compared to the forest creatures.
- >Picking up your makeshift hunting tools, you make your way out of the safety of your home.
- >Into the mysterious unknown.
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- >The forest was alive.
- >You could feel it with each step you made.
- >In each croak from the ponds.
- >With every tree swayed in the breeze.
- >It calmed your nerves.
- >As daunting as it might be, this was your world now.
- >And you were gonna make it beg for mercy.
- >Cautiously, you explore.
- >Looking around for anything that might satiate this burning hunger in the pit of your stomach.
- >A fox would be nice, but you'd settle for a fruit tree if you had to.
- >Beggars can't be choosers after all.
- >And in the land of the wild, the only one who wasn't begging was the king.
- >How ironic that the thing you encountered resembled the king of the jungle.
- >A giant lion-like creature, with wings resembling the devil himself.
- >And that menacing tail, the same as a scorpion.
- >Only much...MUCH bigger.
- >You ate a few scorpions once.
- >Tasted pretty good, almost like chicken.
- >Until you found the tail tasted like liquid death incarnate.
- >It was a good thing you had saved them for a snack at home.
- >Being paralyzed for days in the middle of the wilderness would've been a death sentence.
- >When you watched that lion-esque creature pass by, you decided to leave it be.
- >You could win in a 1 on 1 fight, but one touch from that poison needle would spell your doom.
- >And ladyluck never did like to cheer on your side...
- >Making sure you were undetected you continued on your travels.
- >It was getting darker.
- >A rough guess would say its only just after noon.
- >But the dense foliage was cutting out what little sunlight you were offered.
- >You didn't like the dark
- >It made hiding easy.
- >But that worked in your prey's favor as well.
- >The only real light source came from odd florescent mushrooms.
- >Glowing in a dull blue hue.
- >Deciding to pick one, it continues to glow in your palm.
- >At least having a lantern of sorts would make the trip home easier.
- >Time was dragging on
- >By the time you had made it out of the unlit section of the forest it was already nightfall.
- >Luckily your eyes had become accustomed to the darkness.
- >But your stomach had grown angry on your little "excursion"
- >Finally getting your priorities back on track, you focus on finding dinner.
- >Your patience pays off.
- >Slowly, a pair of creatures comes into your vision.
- >A mother deer and its child, snacking on some leaves from the nearby bushes.
- >You take a moment to consider whether it might be as intelligent as those ponies.
- >But the pain from your stomach ends that strain of thought quickly.
- >Stuffing your "lantern" in your bearskin pouch, you begin to stalk the creatures.
- >The mother's ears shift around at the sound of your sudden movement.
- >Damn it, gonna have think fast.
- >Without a second thought you take aim with your trusty spear and hurl it with all your might.
- >The mother takes a solid hit, straight into the gut.
- >The foal takes off, the mother following behind.
- >God DAMN IT!
- >Not only is your meal getting away, but she's taking your SPEAR along for the ride too!
- >You calm down and give chase.
- >She wouldn't get far with a fatal wound like that and you knew it.
- >Bleeding profusely, it was only a matter of time before the trail caught up to her.
- >There she was, laying on her unwounded side in an open grassy area.
- >The edge of the forest surrounded the deer on one side.
- >A sheer mountain rock face blocked the other side just a few meters away.
- >Coming up to claim the spoils of your victory you look over the body.
- >Its still breathing.
- >Faintly...
- >That won't do at all.
- >With a quick SNAP, you end its misery.
- >It was going to be a rather large meal.
- >Finally you could take a break from eating blasted fruit.
- >As you start to pick it up to take home your stomach audibly groans.
- >That's right... you've been hungry since this morning and its almost a new day now.
- >Deciding to make your load a little "lighter" you begin to tear into it.
- >A delicious feast in deed.
- >If only it would stay that way...
- >You're interrupted by the sound of three shrill voices.
- >"CUTIE MARK EXPLORERS! YAYYY!"
- >Bloody hell, not again.
- >Why was it ALWAYS when you were eating.
- >You turn around and face the mountain wall.
- >There lies 3 young foals.
- >You couldn't make out their details but from your perspective they came in yellow,white, and orange.
- >What defenseless creatures like this were doing out here you hadn't the slightest idea.
- >They were either incredibly brave.
- >Or pathetically foolish.
- >"Come ahn girls, we're sure ta get ahr cutie marks if we explore this here spooky forest!"
- >You heard the white one's voice crack a little
- >"I-i don't know guys, its really scAry out here, I think we should go home"
- >The orange one spoke up fluttering what little she could call "wings".
- >"Pshh come on Sweetie Belle, everyone knows there's nothing scarey here."
- >Sweetie Belle...you memorized that name carefully.
- >"That's just what grown ups say to keep us from playing out here"
- >The white one hangs its head down, seemingly giving up.
- >It seems they hadn't noticed you yet.
- >You'd make sure they'd regret that.
- >One of your patented bloody snarls gets their attention.
- >They all turn to you, dumbstruck by your sight.
- >A large blood soaked ape-like creature snarling at them just a few feet away.
- >Their eyes widen as you begin to slowly approach.
- >Suddenly, the yellow and orange one scream out.
- >"RUN AWAY!!!!!"
- >You watch as the two run in opposite directions.
- >...leaving the white one behind.
- >The aura of fear you create seems to grasp it and lock it in place.
- >"i-i-..i-i"
- >Words fail her as she can't even think straight.
- >Finally, you're a mere inch away from her.
- >You kneel down to get a closer look and her a shout from the distance.
- >"Sweetie Belle! Git outta thar!"
- >But the cry falls on deaf ears.
- >She wouldn't dare move now.
- >Her fear of any sudden movements roots her in place.
- >You wipe off the blood from your mouth and lean in closer.
- >She winces and closes her eyes accepting her fate.
- >You begin to smell her
- >She smells sweet, a bit like vanilla candy.
- >You take loud breath next to her ear, startling her.
- >A musky scent catches your attention.
- >Something akin to sugar and urine enters the air.
- >Ah she must have wet herself in fear.
- >She shivers in terror as you lean over take in a few deep breathes near her behind.
- >Strong scents always intrigued you.
- >But you move on.
- >Almost content, you're about to leave her be until something else catches you attention.
- >That mane, it smells...different.
- >As if...
- >Forgetting to finish your thoughts you lean back and, like a dog, lick the hair on her head.
- >Its...sweet! As if you were licking marshmallow dental floss.
- >Tears begin to quietly fall down her face as she lets you do as you please.
- >You pull away from her hair, move down, and gently lick the tears from her cheeks.
- >When she's done shedding tears, you embrace her and slowly stroke her back.
- >Her friends watch from the bushes in utter confusion not sure what to do.
- >You utter her name in your broken dialect
- swEEteh BElll
- >She shivers immediately as she hears your disturbing attempt at her name.
- >You continue to stroke her till she calms down, unaware of the shocked looks on her friend's faces.
- >Finally satisfied, you release her.
- >With one last pat on the head you turn around and begin to take what was left of your meal home.
- >You had almost forgotten it was there.
- >...almost.
- >As you heave it over your shoulder, you vaguely hear the scrambled panic of little girls.
- >"Ahr you ok sweetie belle?"
- >"Did it...did it hurt you?"
- >You could care less about their conversation.
- >You just hoped you got your point across.
- >You're not evil, and you're not a monster.
- >You just want to be left alone...
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