The... creature... appeared to be equine in nature, a body type befitting that of a pony or a zebra than a full horse. Except it was wearing armor. Okay, so that wasn’t too off, since I have seen a mouse rear up on it’s hindlegs and spread it’s forelegs in a “come at me, ese” gesture while wearing one of those Mexican ponchos and a sombrero. But, I digress. Back to the pony-thing.
It’s eyes! It’s irises were of a beautiful golden shade, and the pupils were slitted, like those of a snake, or a cat. The equine had a coat of dark gray, and it seemed to fit quite well. It’s hooves - at least, I think it had hooves; you never really know - were covered by a set of light blue horseshoes that extended over the fetlock and a bit up the foreleg. The equine’s mane was of the same color as the shoes. The tail, too. And the tail was thrashing, and the intimidating and slightly dilated golden eyes were fixated upon me. Then they contracted to thin slits.
I got a very bad feeling of danger and imminent bodily harm if I didn’t do something, so- “Hello.”
Complete reversal. Instead of attacking me, as it was clearly planning to do, she - for it was decidedly female, as it lacked certain organs - she reared back on her rear hooves and shouted, “AH! IT TALKS!”
At the exact same time, I balanced on one leg and screamed, “A TALKING PONY!”
“Are you cooking something?” She asked, settling back down on her hooves.
“I...but...whaaat?! What that have to do with anything?!” I shrieked.
“I’m hungry.”
“Uhm?”
She sighed and her shoulders slumped a bit. “I wish you would speak a bit more, you know, coherently. You know, at least a few more syllables?” She said acidly, staring at me. “It might certainly help in your communicating with me.”
A female, armor-wearing, talking pony with a very much night-based color scheme just randomly appeared in my living room. Naturally, I was very much dumbfounded. Unable to speak, i just pointed into the kitchen.
The mare nodded, a quick dip of her head. "Awesome." She trotted into the kitchen, brushing against me.
Midnight Blossom? Over for dinner?
Also known as "A transcript of the night the Bat Pony mare known as Midnight Blossom randomly appeared in my living room as I prepared for dinner and I invited her to eat with me."
By A Renegade Time Lord
I switched the mic off, set my violin down and peeled the electronic voice distorter off my neck. I have never, not once found a pure violin cover of WoodenToaster’s "Rainbow Factory", so I decided to record one! Boss, right? Anyway, I had just finished recording, and based on the small timer on the stove going off, dinner was ready! Flank steaks, yum!
I hurried into the kitchen, pulled on a pair of mitts, opened the oven door and pulled out the precious foodstuff. The smell of cooked cow wafted into my nose, overwhelming my senses with scent-based pleasure and almost drowning out the crash that emanated from my living room. Almost.
...Was that the bookshelf? I hope I don’t have to fix it again...
Now, normally, I would have just leave it ‘til the morning, eat my dinner and go to bed, perhaps write a bit on my fanfictions. And I would have, except for the small fact I heard metal clanking against metal. There certainly was not any metal on that shelf, so what could have caused it?
I sighed heavily, irritated that dinner must wait longer than it already has, then shoved the meat back in and set the oven to a very low temperature, just to keep them warm. I pulled off my mitts, chucked them on the countertop then departed to the living room, where I nearly stumbled over my own two feet as I saw what was waiting for me.
There was a creature in my living room.
