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# Feral Anon-Part3

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1. >It had probably been at least a week since you encountered that strange mare.
2. >At least...you think it had been a week.
3. >Keeping track of time served no real purpose in your life now.
4. >All that mattered was day and night.
5. >You thought about whether or not you'd see her again.
6. >It was for the best if you didn't.
7. >Who knows what kind of complications would arise if she tried to take you to her..."home".
8. >A sudden realization hit you.
9. >What if she brought others!?
10. >Perhaps letting her leave unharmed wasn't such a wise move.
11. >The shock of meeting an intelligent creature other than yourself had made you go soft.
12. >You curse your lack of foresight.
13. >Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud grumble from your stomach.
14. >You audibly sigh, the sound echoing slightly inside the cave you called home.
15. >It was that time again.
16. >Surviving in this forest had proven much more difficult than you had initially anticipated.
17. >It had been days since you ate anything larger than a damn squirrel.
18. >And the berries you found proved to upset your stomach something fierce.
19. >In retrospect, you were lucky those things weren't poisonous, but there's really no way to know till you try right?
20. >Groggily, you stand up from the pathetic pile of sticks and leaves you call a bed.
21. >You stare at the bright light billowing in from the end of the tunnel.
22. >Good, daylight makes it easier for you to see your prey.
23. >Your night vision was poor compared to the forest creatures.
24. >Picking up your makeshift hunting tools, you make your way out of the safety of your home.
25. >Into the mysterious unknown.
27. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43yvlrNl3Xc)
29. >The forest was alive.
30. >You could feel it with each step you made.
31. >In each croak from the ponds.
32. >With every tree swayed in the breeze.
33. >It calmed your nerves.
34. >As daunting as it might be, this was your world now.
35. >And you were gonna make it beg for mercy.
36. >Cautiously, you explore.
37. >Looking around for anything that might satiate this burning hunger in the pit of your stomach.
38. >A fox would be nice, but you'd settle for a fruit tree if you had to.
39. >Beggars can't be choosers after all.
40. >And in the land of the wild, the only one who wasn't begging was the king.
41. >Ironic that the thing you encountered resembled the king of the jungle.
42. >A giant lion-like creature, with wings resembling the devil himself.
43. >And that menacing tail, the same as a scorpion.
44. >Only much...MUCH bigger.
45. >You ate a few scorpions once.
46. >Tasted pretty good, almost like chicken.
47. >Until you found the tail tasted like liquid death incarnate.
48. >It was a good thing you had saved them for a snack at home.
49. >Being paralyzed for days in the middle of the wilderness would've been a death sentence.
50. >When you watched that lion-esque creature pass by, you decided to leave it be.
51. >You could win in a one on one fight, but one touch from that poison needle would spell your doom.
52. >And ladyluck never did like to cheer on your side...
53. >Making sure you were undetected you continued on your travels.
55. >It was getting darker.
56. >A rough guess would say its only just after noon, but the dense foliage was cutting out what little sunlight you were offered.
57. >You didn't like the dark.
58. >It made hiding easy, but that worked in your prey's favor as well.
59. >The only real light source came from odd florescent mushrooms growing from the mossy ground, glowing in a dull blue hue.
60. >Deciding to pick one, it continues to glow in your palm.
61. >At least having a lantern of sorts would make the trip home easier...
63. >Time was dragging on.
64. >By the time you had made it out of the unlit section of the forest, it was already nightfall.
65. >Luckily, your eyes had become accustomed to the darkness.
66. >But your stomach had grown angry on your little "excursion" as well.
67. >Getting your priorities back on track, you focus on finding dinner.
68. >Quietly pushing your way through the dense foliage, your patience finally pays off.
69. >Eyes adjusting to the new scenery, a pair of creatures comes into your vision.
70. >A mother deer and it's child, snacking on some leaves from the nearby bushes.
71. >You take a moment to consider whether it might be as intelligent as that horse you encountered, but the pain from your stomach ends that strain of thought as quickly as it came.
72. >Stuffing your "lantern" into your bearskin pouch, you begin to stalk the creatures.
73. >It took time and patience, but you wouldn't let them escape.
74. >Seconds turn into minutes, each passing moment letting you creep ever closer.
75. >But a mistake is made, foolishly focused on your prey, you hadn't noticed the twig you were about to step on.
76. >With an irritating crack that even startles yourself, you scramble to keep concealed.
77. >The mother's ears shift around at the sound of your sudden movement, before preparing to run.
78. >Damn it there's no time, got to think fast.
79. >Without a second thought you take aim with your trusty spear and hurl it with all your might, betting all your hopes on a hail mary.
80. >Your wild actions pay off, the mother taking a solid hit straight into the gut.
81. >The foal takes off into a sprint, but to your surprise, the mother follows suit as well.
82. >As you watch them escape, your rage begins to boil.
83. >God DAMN IT!
84. >Not only is your meal getting away, but she's taking your SPEAR along for the ride too!
85. >You calm down and give chase.
86. >She wouldn't get far with a fatal wound like that and you knew it.
87. >Bleeding profusely, it was only a matter of time before the trail caught up to her.
89. >Following the drops of blood, time seems to lose all meaning.
90. >Pushing a giant leaf out of your way, your eyes flex painfully at the sudden emergence of moonlight.
91. >Squinting as your pupils adjust, you finally locate your prey.
92. >There she was, laying on her unwounded side in an open grassy area.
93. >Untouched by the trees, the edge of the forest surrounded the grassy knoll and the deer on one side.
94. >A sheer mountain rock face blocked her other side just a few meters away.
95. >Despite your dislike of open spaces, you step out into the moonlight.
96. >Coming up to claim the spoils of your victory, you look over the body.
97. >It's still breathing.
98. >Faintly...
99. >That won't do at all.
100. >With a quick *SNAP*, you end its misery.
101. >It was going to be a rather large meal, finally you could take a break from eating blasted fruit.
102. >Reclaiming your weapon, you wrench it out of her gut and lick it clean.
103. >This tool was the only thing you could trust, you'd never depart with it again.
104. >As you start to pick the deer up to take home, your stomach audibly groans.
105. >That's right... you've been hungry since this morning and its almost a new day now.
106. >Deciding to make your load a little "lighter" you rip open it's guts begin to tear into it.
107. >A delicious feast in deed, one you could enjoy in complete solitude.
108. >If only it would stay that way...
109. >You're interrupted by the sound of three shrill voices.
110. >"CUTIE MARK EXPLORERS! YAYYY!"
111. >Bloody hell, not again.
112. >Growling to yourself, your cheek begins to twitch in frustration.
113. >Why was it ALWAYS when you were eating?
114. >You turn around and face the mountain wall.
115. >There lies three young foals.
116. >You couldn't make out their details from this distance, but from your perspective they came in yellow,white, and orange.
117. >What defenseless little creatures like this were doing out here you hadn't the slightest idea.
118. >They were either incredibly brave...or pathetically foolish.
119. >"Come on girls, we're sure ta get ar' cutie marks if we explore this here spooky forest!"
120. >The white one tries to speak, her voice cracking a little.
121. >"I-I don't know guys, its really scAry out here, I think we should go home."
122. >As the white one's vision shifts nervously between the two of her so called companions, the orange one speaks up, fluttering what little she could call "wings".
123. >"Pshh come on Sweetie Belle, everyone knows there's nothing scary here."
124. >Eaves dropping on their childish banter, something inadvertently triggers in your brain.
125. >Sweetie Belle...Sweetie Belle...you memorized that name carefully.
126. >"Ya, that's just what grown ups say ta keep us from playin' out here"
127. >Seeing she's out numbered, the white one hangs its head down in shame, seemingly giving up.
128. >Through all their idle chit chat, it seemed they hadn't noticed you yet.
129. >You'd make sure they'd regret that.
130. >"Heck, if any big old baddies came out, I bet we could take it down easy-peasy!"
131. >One of your patented bloody snarls gets their attention.
132. >As your voice bounces off the rock wall, they all turn to you, dumbstruck by your sight.
133. >A large blood soaked ape-like creature snarling at them just a few feet away.
134. >Dropping your spear on the grass next your meal, their eyes widen in fear as you begin to slowly approach them.
135. >Suddenly coming to their senses, the yellow and orange one scream out.
136. >"RUN AWAY!!!"
137. >Shifting your head left and right, you watch as the two run in opposite directions...leaving the white one behind.
138. >The aura of fear you create seems to grasp hold of it and lock it in place.
139. >"I-I-...I-I."
140. >Stumbling backwards, words fail her as she can't even think straight.
141. >With no intention to escape, you quickly close the distance between the two of you until you're a mere inch away from her.
142. >As you kneel down to get a closer look, you notice her legs locked in place, digging deep into the dirt as she tries to push away.
143. >An ultimately futile attempt, now that her back was against the wall.
144. >Wiping off the blood from your mouth, you lean in closer as you hear a shout from the distance.
145. >"Sweetie Belle! Git outta thar!"
146. >Followed by another from the opposite direction.
147. >"He's gonna eat you!"
148. >But their cries falls on deaf ears.
149. >She wouldn't dare move now.
150. >Her fear of making any sudden movements roots her in place.
151. >Reaching out with your ominous looking hands, she winces and closes her eyes, accepting her fate.
152. >Grasping hold of her sides, you invade her personal space and begin to smell her.
153. >Her skin smells sweet, a bit like vanilla candy.
154. >You take loud breath next to her ear, inhaling her pungent aroma and startling her.
155. >As you taste the air, a musky scent catches your attention.
156. >Something akin to sugar and urine enters the air.
157. >Feeling a certain moistness on your toes, you come to a realization.
158. >Ah...she must have wet herself in fear.
159. >She shivers in terror as you lean over take in a few deep breathes near her behind.
160. >Strong scents always intrigued you, they told you more about a creature than words ever could.
161. >They always seemed more trustworthy when you could get to know them more intimately.
162. >After enjoying the sweet tasting smell for a few moments, you move on.
163. >Almost content, you're just about ready to leave her be until something else catches you attention.
164. >That mane, it smells...different.
165. >As if...
166. >Forgetting to finish your thoughts you lean down and, like a dog, lick the hair on her head.
167. >It's...sweet! As if you were licking marshmallow dental floss.
168. >Tears begin to quietly fall down her face as she lets you do as you please.
169. >Finally content, you pull away from her hair and move down, gently licking the tears from her cheeks apologetically.
170. >When she's done shedding tears, you embrace her and slowly stroke her back.
171. >Her friends watch from the bushes in utter confusion, not sure what to do.
172. >Having completely lost yourself in your own world, you utter the name you remembered in your broken dialect.
173. swEEteh BElll...
174. >She shivers in your embrace immediately as she hears your disturbing attempt at her name.
175. >You continue to stroke her till she calms down, blissfully unaware of the shocked looks on her friend's faces.
176. >Satisfied, you gently release her.
177. >With one last pat on the head you turn around and begin to take what was left of your meal home.
178. >You had almost forgotten it was there.
179. >...Almost.
180. >As you retrieve your spear in one hand and heave your meal over your free shoulder, you vaguely hear the scrambled panic of little girls.
181. >"Ar' ya ok Sweetie Belle?"
182. >"Did it...did it hurt you?"
183. >You could care less about their conversation.
184. >You just hoped you got your point across.
185. >You're not evil, and you're not a monster.
186. >You just want to be left alone...

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>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". >A sudden realization hit you. >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. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43yvlrNl3Xc) >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. >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 one on one 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 growing from the mossy ground, 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" as well. >Getting your priorities back on track, you focus on finding dinner. >Quietly pushing your way through the dense foliage, your patience finally pays off. >Eyes adjusting to the new scenery, a pair of creatures comes into your vision. >A mother deer and it's child, snacking on some leaves from the nearby bushes. >You take a moment to consider whether it might be as intelligent as that horse you encountered, but the pain from your stomach ends that strain of thought as quickly as it came. >Stuffing your "lantern" into your bearskin pouch, you begin to stalk the creatures. >It took time and patience, but you wouldn't let them escape. >Seconds turn into minutes, each passing moment letting you creep ever closer. >But a mistake is made, foolishly focused on your prey, you hadn't noticed the twig you were about to step on. >With an irritating crack that even startles yourself, you scramble to keep concealed. >The mother's ears shift around at the sound of your sudden movement, before preparing to run. >Damn it there's no time, got to think fast. >Without a second thought you take aim with your trusty spear and hurl it with all your might, betting all your hopes on a hail mary. >Your wild actions pay off, the mother taking a solid hit straight into the gut. >The foal takes off into a sprint, but to your surprise, the mother follows suit as well. >As you watch them escape, your rage begins to boil. >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. >Following the drops of blood, time seems to lose all meaning. >Pushing a giant leaf out of your way, your eyes flex painfully at the sudden emergence of moonlight. >Squinting as your pupils adjust, you finally locate your prey. >There she was, laying on her unwounded side in an open grassy area. >Untouched by the trees, the edge of the forest surrounded the grassy knoll and the deer on one side. >A sheer mountain rock face blocked her other side just a few meters away. >Despite your dislike of open spaces, you step out into the moonlight. >Coming up to claim the spoils of your victory, you look over the body. >It's 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. >Reclaiming your weapon, you wrench it out of her gut and lick it clean. >This tool was the only thing you could trust, you'd never depart with it again. >As you start to pick the deer 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 rip open it's guts begin to tear into it. >A delicious feast in deed, one you could enjoy in complete solitude. >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. >Growling to yourself, your cheek begins to twitch in frustration. >Why was it ALWAYS when you were eating? >You turn around and face the mountain wall. >There lies three young foals. >You couldn't make out their details from this distance, but from your perspective they came in yellow,white, and orange. >What defenseless little creatures like this were doing out here you hadn't the slightest idea. >They were either incredibly brave...or pathetically foolish. >"Come on girls, we're sure ta get ar' cutie marks if we explore this here spooky forest!" >The white one tries to speak, her voice cracking a little. >"I-I don't know guys, its really scAry out here, I think we should go home." >As the white one's vision shifts nervously between the two of her so called companions, the orange one speaks up, fluttering what little she could call "wings". >"Pshh come on Sweetie Belle, everyone knows there's nothing scary here." >Eaves dropping on their childish banter, something inadvertently triggers in your brain. >Sweetie Belle...Sweetie Belle...you memorized that name carefully. >"Ya, that's just what grown ups say ta keep us from playin' out here" >Seeing she's out numbered, the white one hangs its head down in shame, seemingly giving up. >Through all their idle chit chat, it seemed they hadn't noticed you yet. >You'd make sure they'd regret that. >"Heck, if any big old baddies came out, I bet we could take it down easy-peasy!" >One of your patented bloody snarls gets their attention. >As your voice bounces off the rock wall, they all turn to you, dumbstruck by your sight. >A large blood soaked ape-like creature snarling at them just a few feet away. >Dropping your spear on the grass next your meal, their eyes widen in fear as you begin to slowly approach them. >Suddenly coming to their senses, the yellow and orange one scream out. >"RUN AWAY!!!" >Shifting your head left and right, you watch as the two run in opposite directions...leaving the white one behind. >The aura of fear you create seems to grasp hold of it and lock it in place. >"I-I-...I-I." >Stumbling backwards, words fail her as she can't even think straight. >With no intention to escape, you quickly close the distance between the two of you until you're a mere inch away from her. >As you kneel down to get a closer look, you notice her legs locked in place, digging deep into the dirt as she tries to push away. >An ultimately futile attempt, now that her back was against the wall. >Wiping off the blood from your mouth, you lean in closer as you hear a shout from the distance. >"Sweetie Belle! Git outta thar!" >Followed by another from the opposite direction. >"He's gonna eat you!" >But their cries falls on deaf ears. >She wouldn't dare move now. >Her fear of making any sudden movements roots her in place. >Reaching out with your ominous looking hands, she winces and closes her eyes, accepting her fate. >Grasping hold of her sides, you invade her personal space and begin to smell her. >Her skin smells sweet, a bit like vanilla candy. >You take loud breath next to her ear, inhaling her pungent aroma and startling her. >As you taste the air, a musky scent catches your attention. >Something akin to sugar and urine enters the air. >Feeling a certain moistness on your toes, you come to a realization. >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, they told you more about a creature than words ever could. >They always seemed more trustworthy when you could get to know them more intimately. >After enjoying the sweet tasting smell for a few moments, you move on. >Almost content, you're just about ready to leave her be until something else catches you attention. >That mane, it smells...different. >As if... >Forgetting to finish your thoughts you lean down and, like a dog, lick the hair on her head. >It's...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. >Finally content, you pull away from her hair and move down, gently licking the tears from her cheeks apologetically. >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. >Having completely lost yourself in your own world, you utter the name you remembered in your broken dialect. swEEteh BElll... >She shivers in your embrace immediately as she hears your disturbing attempt at her name. >You continue to stroke her till she calms down, blissfully unaware of the shocked looks on her friend's faces. >Satisfied, you gently 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 retrieve your spear in one hand and heave your meal over your free shoulder, you vaguely hear the scrambled panic of little girls. >"Ar' ya 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...