Title:           Feral Anon-Part3 [AiE]
Author:          Smudgey
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First Edit:      Friday 11th of January 2013 05:39:53 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 11th of January 2013 05:39:53 AM CDT

>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.
 
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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.
>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...