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A thick veil of darkness surrounded the shadowy figure drifting silently through Luna's star littered sky. "Ach..." the silhouette winced in pain as it soared felicitously over the eerie silence of Ponyville at nightfall. From the puncture wounds, she was rapidly losing a sapphire liquid which glistened as if it were the gemstone as the moonlight refracted upon the ever changing shape.

She had to find cover for the night, regardless of the consequences. But what was the point? Without completing her duty, she would starve, and no one would come looking for such a useless and insignificant being. Even if she landed and slept away the night, it would only lose her valuable energy which, without anyone to feed her, would not be replenished. The situation was dire, and she knew no different. Of course, nobody wanted to be a Changeling, but that was the least of her worries.

Her muscles were causing the Chitin to rip around the wounds that had torn her flesh from the bone. Shooting pains like a thousand needles were sent up her spine from wounds on her Thigh, but she had only one task. Return to the hive. To make matters worse, she wasn't even connected to the hive mind, as her energy supply had reached such a point that her only option was to disable it. In reality, it was probably only going to distract her anyway, but she wasn't in reality. She had lost at least twenty percent of her cerulean blood already, and that was seriously effecting her perception on reality, only growing worse as she continues the vast sable fields of Ponyville's night.