The Fate of Anonymous. - 9 - The Fight -

The Fate of Anonymous. - 9 - The Fight -

 

[Cockatrice's POV]

>Casually you make your way around the Everfree forest, home to many including yourself.

>You were considered one of the worst things in this forest.

>You have the ability to turn any living creature into stone just by staring at it.

>That was... Until...

>You physically shudder as you tear your mind away from events of the past.

>Fuck that Noise.

>You continue your casual stroll through the Everfree forest, stopping for a rest in a bush.

>Before you could even react, a massive bipedal creature rips open the bush you're stood in.

>It stares straight at you .You make like a tree and get the hell out of there.

>So here you are. Being chased by bipedal creature, similar to a diamond dog.

>Years ago you would have just turned it to stone. Not anymore though.

 >You drive your body around a tree in an attempt to get away from your pursuer.

>Your attempt to escape was in vain as you feel the clammy skin of the bipedal creature grab you.

>Trying your best to look away from it you move your head to the sides.

>Pinning your head it tries to entice you. Seriously, does this thing want to be turned to stone?

>" Your body is bad and you should feel bad."

>Well, now you just feel bad. You'd been trying to work out, although apparent-

>"Oh! Come on! What are you!? Scooterloo or something!?"

>THAT FUCKER JUST CROSSED THE LINE!

 

>With philanthropic fury you stare this bastard straight in the eyes.

>You would cast him into a statue and then shit on it.

>Even as he begins to turn to stone he continue to goad you.

>"Good, let the hate flow through you."

>That wasn't even a good impression! Eyes widening as far as cockatricely possible you stare him down.

>Stone crawls its way up his body with deliberate speed. You want him to know his demise is at hand.

>You figure this creature must actually be insane. It's returning your gaze with a smile.

>Just as the last of its face is about to be covered up by stone it utters it's last words.

>"Thank you Fluttershy."

>Its entire body goes rigid and you stand there, staring at the now statue as the name works its way through your brain.

>Fluttershy... Fluttershy..Fluttershy, Flutter-SHIT!

>oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

>no no no no no

>You recesses into the darkest corner of your mind.

>Your eyes go blank as memories flash in and out.

>You hurriedly begin to turn the creature back from stone.

>Your entire world drains of colour...

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[Anon's POV]

>You regain your field of vision and you rapidly regain control over your body.

>Your body, promptly turning from stone. Back into the flesh and blood that it should be.

>You notice the cockatrice, cowering in absolute fear. Having some sort of Nam flashback.

"Fuck my life..."

>You walk away from the now seizing cockatrice. Guess you can cross that one off.

 

>That was a waste of fifteen perfectly good minutes.

>That familiar feeling begins to crawl up from the pit of your stomach.

>The feeling of helplessness. You couldn't even get yourself killed.

>More to the point you hated being left alone with your thoughts.

>It's all you had in your old world. Since you've been here you've actually been distracted somewhat.

>You've even managed to care enough about these ponies that you don't want to kill yourself in front of them.

>It would probably scar them for life. Not really something you're into.

>Coveting the sound in your ears you hear a ferocious roar come from the right.

>Sounds like a lion. They're pretty deadly.

>Another sprint was broken into as you catapult yourself in the direction of the roar.

>It comes into vision faster than you could have imagined.

>It's a lion with wings and a scorpions tail. You think Fluttershy called it a Manticore.

>It was surrounded by Timber wolfs. It was five on one. Clearly they thought it would be their next meal.

>You stood to the side, watching the fight unfold before your eyes.

>None of the creatures had paid you any attention. One of the timber wolfs leapt forward, snagging the Manticores right ear.

>The Manticore quickly batted it away. Hurling the Timber wolf into a nearby tree.

 

>Another two of the Timber wolfs leapt from the front although the Manticore was already prepared.

>With a swift jab of its tail, one of the Timber wolfs was impaled by the massive tail. The other wolf got a clean swipe on the Manticores face.

>A massive gash mark, buried in the Manticore's face

>It let out a wail of a war cry before snapping up the guilty Timber wolf and crushing it into two with its jaw.

>One down, four to go. You find yourself excited by this fight. Somewhat routing for the Manticore.

>It seems it's the Manticores time for retaliation. It rears up on its hind legs and charges at the Tiber wolf that had previously caught its ear.

>The Timber wolf momentarily howls in pain before exploding into a plume of splinters.

>The Manticore can hardly react before the other three pounce, two hanging off it's back. One from its tail.

>You can see them digging their claws and teeth into the Manticore.

>It lets out a deafening roar as it tries to shake them off. It bucks around deliriously to no avail.

>The Manticore seems to have surrendered to its fate as it just slumps to the floor.

"HEY! KEEP FIGHTING THEM!"

>All of the creatures stare at you.

>The Timber wolfs jump off the Manticore and approach, edging ever closer.

>Well, Looks like you're about to be savaged by three pissed off Timber wolfs.

 

>You hold your arms out wide as you make a motion.

"Come on! Think you're wolf enough to take me!"

>You're not even sure if this is helping. Although it makes you feel like a badass.

>The first Timber wolf lunges. You expect to be cut down there and then.

>The Manticore intercepts with a sideways tackle. Followed swiftly by stepping on its neck, causing it to snap under the strain.

>Three down, Two to go.

>The other Timber wolfs seeing their fallen comrades try to flee. The Manticore was having none of it.

>You watch as the Manticore pounces on one of the absconding wolfs and takes flight.

>Effortlessly the Manticore goes sailing higher and higher into the air. It's at such a height you had lost it in the darkness.

>The only thing you had to go on was the whistling.

>Straining your ears the whistle got louder.

>Falling at what was most assuredly a fatal speed the Timber wolf crashed into the dirt in front of you.

>Dirt kicked up into your eyes. Momentarily blinded you don't see the monstrosity of a creature land in front of you.

>Managing to rub the dirt out of your eyes you look forward to see a bloodied up Manticore staring you down.

>Before any other thought can go through your mind you're thrown on your back from the sheer force of the Manticores leap.

>Looking up at the Manticore you see it begin to lick its lips. Goodie! Looks like it's hungry.

>It head jerks downwards towards your face. It's mighty jaws wide.

>Instinctively you close your eyes...