Foxfire's Tail (extended)

I smiled as I went about in the Everfree, getting to know every nook and cranny of what was now MY territory. In the heart of this territory sat the drinking pond I had to myself, and next to it was a foxhole which I made my home. It was marked with rocks so I'd remember where it was. When I was out and about exploring, I felt my eyes glow as an illusion was conjured to conceal my base of operations. That illusion was never broken unless either I said so or when I got hurt by a prey item/predator item. But that only occurred sometimes because, though meat was good for my new body, I needed to limit myself to vegetation.

My ears were perked at all times, and in the dead of night fire illuminated my horn. Yes, fire was my illumination spell. I only killed when I was about to be killed. I had a second foxhole that served as a pantry. I used stone to not only wall the inside and keep dirt out, but also to lay meat and vegetables to store. I lined the outside of this hole with the Changeling carcasses in such a way only I could enter. I also noticed I picked up a craving for--you guessed it--blood. But that desire combined with the desire for flesh intensified on full moons. My front hooves gained paws and my teeth all became canine in sharpness. My eyes saw without the illumination spell and I found I could run without making a sound. I had a wet, dog-like nose on my muzzle and said muzzle was slimmer, more refined. My back hooves also became paws and after I made a kill a chilling, yet satisfying howl of triumph often escaped my throat. But my wings also became bat-like during times of the new moon, my eyes becoming blood crimson and mane becoming as black as the night as I feasted upon only blood of anything warm. Rabbits, manticores, you name it. I knew I had to keep myself at bay, but with my new body and instincts, how would that be possible?

One time I ate a cockatrice.

Whole.

In one bite.

I would take to the edge of the skies during half-moons in Changeling form, feasting on any bad pony I saw robbing a store, committing the vile deeds of rape, murder, child molestation, drug dealing, again you name it. Their emotions were weak except for pride and wrath. Yes, I label emotions by the sin to which they correspond, go ahead and slap me. Any passerby I'd leave alone unless you count a memory wipe as not leaving them alone. Don't worry, I made sure they only forgot me and what they saw me do.

I had to be sated from all sides, figuratively and literally speaking.

I too had become a monster. And I hated myself for embracing it.

But who could contain this beast silently rampaging across Equestria and know how to stop it?

Better yet, would the darkness of eternity take this beast before it could be contained?

Or would fate awaken and whisk all away who came across the path of the beast?

Nopony knows.

Anyhow, it went on for three years in silence. Criminal ponies lay on the streets, drained of all life and soul without one bit of a viable explanation. Some bad ponies were eaten alive, blood covering the whole scene as though it were paint. Crops disappeared without a trace, once more without a clear reason.

Rumors began floating around Equestria about this wolf. Some about a vampire. Some more about an illusionist who stole the crops. And as sad as it is for me to admit it, none were closer to the truth than those most popular.

This creature was always called the One in Hiding because nopony knew what the beast was, or what its purpose could be. Nopony knew its powers if it had any, or what gender it was for that matter.

-Foxfire nods-

Yes, I am the One in Hiding. You can sit there and call me all sorts of profanities--I hardly give a fuck! What's that? Describe the murders in more detail? Okay!

-Foxfire clears her throat-

For the murders on the new moon, I'd keep to the shadows of the town. I'd use an invisibility spell to further hide myself as I crept alongside an intended target. They'd always have those bad qualities about themselves--something to do with drugs or the like. They'd also normally be a stallion; but sometimes a mare would suffice. When they weren't looking, I would take on the form of the pony they most had eyes for and take the smooth approach.

Then after seducing them was when their blood got drained. One time I even broke a neck, which alerted other ponies in the building. Yes, it was that loud. I simply turned invisible and hid under the bed for good measure. Good thing I wasn't caught that time--I found out I was in a house of freaking vampony hunters!

On the full moon murders, I purposely ran headlong into towns in order to sniff out prey. I saw one particular pony with a whole platoon of slaves tending to his crops. He was morbidly obese, and there was a pizza on his flank. Considering it slid down his flank slowly, I knew it wasn't his cutie mark. Feh; the glutton. He was so fat it took ten earth ponies and five unicorns to lift him up! I wondered why he was in a small house to begin with if he was as big as a fucking whale! Being the idiot I was back then, I lunged at him and started gnawing at his flesh. It wasn't until I found myself full (a.k.a his bones cleaned) that the police ponies tried tailing me. Good thing I could fly!

As for half-moon murders, I simply did the protocol of the new moon with a twist: abduction and putting the bastards into cocoons. To consume on a later date. For the really lucky ones, I drained their emotions so thoroughly they, quite simply, became dead inside and as such died a few days later. I think Changelings have venom. Who knows, and who cares?