Anon & Foxius Chapter 2

>You snort, and stride towards the wolf. Its yellow eyes bore into yours, as it calculates your movements.

>Regretting that you threw the torch earlier, you clench your jaw and concentrate.

>Maybe if you wish hard enough, it will explode?

>As you stare at him, you hear a yell.

>”YEE-HAW!”

>A blur of orange quickly rams into the wolf’s wooden frame, and knocks it over. Your eyes make out a pony, continuously kicking it in the head.

>Maybe wishes come true?

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>You head back towards the camp, smiling. The sloshing of fresh water in your canteen makes you happy. As you drew near the clearing, you heard two voices.

>”You have my gratitude, pony.”

>”Tha’ names Applejack.”

>You push past some bushes, and stroll to Foxius. As you get close, you lean in.

“What’s happened?” You whisper.

>”She saved my ass from a wooden wolf.” He hissed back.

“I’m not even going to question that.”

>”Howdy, stranger! Ma’ names Applejack! Fluttershy told me you ‘n this here fox were wandering through the forest alone.”

>You look her up and down.  A orange pony, with her hair in a loose ponytail. Pfft, pony tail.

>You mentally scold yourself for trying to be funny, and notice the hat.

“Pft… Hahahhahah!”

>After a minute of you laughing and both of them looking at you weirdly, you get up from the ground.

”My name is Anon. This is Foxius, and we are travellers, and mercenaries. As you noticed, we look extremely odd, and did not want to scare the population, so we camped out here.” You explain to her, smiling slightly as you do. You and Foxius made this excuse a while back, agreeing on it. Mercenaries are a thing of the past, present and future, apparently.

>”Yer not tellin’ der truth, are ya?” She replied, not buying the story.

>You and Foxius glance at eachother.

>”Plan D?”

“You always want plan D.”

>”I like the idea of eating.”

“Your love of food amazes me. Plan B?”

>”Fine.”

>You both look towards Applejack, who stands there, looking slightly worried.

“We are reality switching space morphing travellers.”

>She tilts her head, and mumbles out a “Huh?”

>”We make cool portals and go to different places.” Foxius explains.

>”Oh.”

>Just as the explanation finishes, the yellow pony, who you assume to be Fluttershy, steps from her hiding spot.

>”I w-was worried for you t-two… the Everfree is dangerous!” She slightly squeak-shouts the last word, while looking concerned.

>Foxius kicks the dirt at his feet, while finding an interesting dead leaf to look at, mumbling a sorry.

>Foxius said sorry? Foxen never say sorry!

>”Listen y’all, we might handle some timber wolves, but we ain’t much match for a whole pack! We better get our hides outta here.”

“Agreed. Foxius? Go grab Buster.”

>He salutes, and runs off to find Buster.

>”Buster? There were only two of you…”

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>”That’s Buster?”

>”Yup! Anon is a pro with it!”

>You smile as you hold Buster. It was a special, custom sword, but was essentially a giant cleaver with a metal handle half way down in. It weighed a ton, but that just added to its power.

“Any stupid wolves that come near are going to get their ass cut up.”

>”Let’s just go…”

>As you trudge through the forest with your new friends, you think of things to ask them. Foxius seems to not care, as he picks leaves and eats them. You swing Buster around, dwelling on whenever it is offensive to mention saddles or not.

>"We needa keep a eye on you two. Twilight'll be back tomorrow, so 'till then, yer staying in the barn."

"If that is what you wish. Who is Twilight?"

>"She's the princesses student, an' just turned alicorn! She'll know what to do with you two."

>Foxius chewed on a reed, and rummaged through his pouch. He brought out a small compass, and a bag of gold coins, while wiggling his eyebrows at you. You quickly fall in line with him, and lean in.

>"I don't know how much it costs to rent a inn, but I think this covers it."

"What are the coins for? for?"

>"Remember that time I went into a store, and we got in a fight with a clan of cats?"

>You vividly recall yourself watching out for Foxius while he stole some gold coins from cat people. They called those coins "Bones".

"Yeah?"

>"Well, these look identical to the coins that Applejack is carrying."

"Carrying?"

>You look at Applejack, noting that she wear no clothes.

>"They have inbuilt pouches, it seems."

"Oh. And the compass?"

>"So I don't get lost."