Bite Down, Don't let Go

Chapter one: laughs That Haunt the dark

Lost journal Of the Heartless Lord

At one point I was dead. Lost within the dank Abyss of a void I was there for only a second. Or was it a millennium? Within the void I lost who I was, what I was, why I was. At one point I was good, at least I think so? Yearning... Yearning for flesh? For blood? For love?the void was cramped, damp, wet. I promised.... What had I promised? Who did I promise to? A friend maybe? A lover perhaps? But I did not have a lover yet, did I? So confused, sleepy...yes?

I did not wish to wake, to live to become this thing I am. But the lust that calls me craves me to inhale it. Desire it act out on it. At one time or another I had a God that desired better of me. Then I met another, the very symbol of the sun. I wanted it, desired it. But it did not desire me...why? Traveling into the north beyond the blizzards of frozen tundra, I went to one who could take my heart away. Among his empire of crystal I found him, and before his slaves, my own kind I bowed begging him to remove my heart, remove it and I would serve him however he needed, whatever he desired.

He had smiled pleased at my willing, he told me that my current form would not do, I told him to change me as he deemed fit such was the extent of my devotion. Blasting me with his magic i lost my love and only wanted. Flesh against my own, flesh to coat my throat in ruby icor, the want to serve my Lord Sombra.

For years I have served my Lord. My form changed such as the dogs ponies would have pets, yet I was more. I had hands, NO... Claws (why did i-?) to rip the throat out of those who defied the master I devoted myself to. My teeth no longer hungered vegetation, but craved the flesh of those I commanded, those I ordered. My body Yearning for flesh came as well and I did not deny it. For years I took mares into my bed to sate the lust that over whelmed the deepest depths of my marrow. From the forced union came my children. Fore they craved gems and crystals like my own master I call them Diamond dogs they were much like the Terra Hounds that ruled the Lower earths. But their greed is equal to my lust and Gluttony, no matter what is given, found, or plundered they desire more still.

My masters kingdom has fallen, my children scattered, my mind forced to relieve the suffering I caused. All done by the one I desired the most. Within the bad lands my mind ravaged by guilt. Or was it longing? Longing to cause the pain and suffering I once did? Hehehehahaha!

I must go my now my mistress awaits my presents, my body.

A new brood will be born to rage suffering to my once beloveds' Kingdom to reign in Chaos, in blood.

To sew corruption and desire.

Soon Equestria will learn what its like to have an enemy,

That bites down and Doesn't Let GO!

(??????)

That leaves me with a  few questions?

Where do I go from here?

And Why me?

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Prologue

A day before griffon the brush off

11:37 Everfree Forest

      The time of Luna's night was approaching its climax. The more amenable creatures of the Everfree lay quietly retired within there respective dens. Though few of the predators of the ever free continued there hunts. Recently a new player has entered what the neighboring ponies of Ponyville call ' the unnatural cycle'. While the predators,  Like the Manticore or Timber wolves search, hunt, and kill out of necessity, the creature that now roams the Everfree does so for sport. Hollowed or dismembered  corpses litter the dark swamp grounds of the forest like scattered bread crumbs.

          That  unusually savage brute prowled the dense underbrush of the forest. trekking softly through the rich green grass its ability to see in the available light said much of its eyesight. Yet its fur; a dark sandy brown covered in large spots spattered over its dirty fur,large black fur bands wrapped the fore arms, on the right wrist a silver shakle engraved with strange markings hardly made a low thump against the ground. It stood a good 5 inches taller than a hard working earth colt. Though three of the inches came from its round ears.

Even its stance was that of a pony or any species thats neck sat upon the shoulders.

             Though its looks may have said 'pony' its intentions were very much ......carnivorous and blood thirsty. Lips pulled back in malicious amusement, before  it was a white hen pecking the ground in quick secession snatching up the insects  with no cares What so ever. The right paw of the carnivore lifted ever so gentle spreading the clawed digits. Haunches closed to the ground muscles tightened, Head lowered straightening the spine. As the hen turned around to head back towards  a cozy pen , stationed next to a cottage, housed by a shy pegasus. The plump hen was greeted to a flash of teeth, a greedy maw, an the sound of psychotic laughter.

"Hehehehehe"

The Ever free forest continued on with business as usual. nothing cared for the loss of a hen, except maybe the Timberwolves that hadn't gotten to it in time to eat it themselves, and the shy Pegasus that could not locate her in the morning. The beast lurked the forest sadly wallowing in some sort depression. It seemed different than what once was a raving killing machine, Tartarus bent on searching and devouring its next meal. further into itself the Beastly hunter wallowed. The bracelet glowed purple. The creatures whole right side became translucent, showing decayed flesh and red stained bone. A noise surprised the hunter, brown spotted fur returning.

The phantum creature found a weight applied to its back. Suddenly pinned the creature forced its peripheral vision to expand further. Eyes widen at the site of a Manticore in heat. Struggling harder the creature torqued bringing a claw into the face of his would be assaulter. Rearing back the manticore lifted up giving enough space for the unknown hunter to slip into the woods. The manticore shook the clearing, frustration evident. Turning to leave the mix of lion, bat, and scorpion felt teeth digging into its back grabbing then twisting feverishly. Claws were digging into its wings.

Working its tail like a club it swatted its attacker away, revealing its would be victim. Growling the manticore roared trying to scare its prey/attacker. To its surprise it growled back, it grew louder working from the chest to its throat. Opening its mouth the Hunter let out a "Fuck you Pussy" then ran into the forest.

The Manticore looked stunned. Shaking its head, it left the clearing back to the den to lick its wounds and hopefully forget what just occurred.

Maybe it would get lucky and never see that thing again.

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End of Griffon the brush off Gilda POV

Most ponies do not know that the pride of the griffon is one of its most  important qualities. Pride in its abilites, its looks, and even...In its friend that it deems worthy of being such. Having its pride slapped to the ground and trampled over left them in the worst of moods. Gilda was no different. What Gilda had not expressed to Rainbow Dash when she had came for her visit was the fact she had lost some of her griffon friends because she  put so much of her BEST FRIEND.

The same friend who just now ditched her for her stupid pony friends. After leaving Sugercube corner she had to land in the ever free due to how much of her tears where effecting her sight. Now she just sat in the middle of this clearing. Tears staining her white feather like hot magma flows.

"Stupid Dash(sniff) why'd ya have(sniff) to be so uncool(snort)"  the film caught in her throat left her hacking coughing violent. She couldn't believe this she was a griffon she should be better than this.she tries holding back her sniffles, chocking on the mucas that had settle in the back of her throat. Settling back on her haunches she glanced up to the after noon sun. Wiping her face, she wondered how her like would go from this moment on.

She could always become an Avian guard back in the Griffon Kingdom?  Gilda was throttled from her thoughts by the symphony of crunching grass. From the corner of her blurry eyes she noticed a figure of what she assumed was a pony. Said 'pony' was walking over to Gilda.

"Go away(hack)" she really wasn't in the mood for ponies. The 'pony' still came closer the spots covering the body becoming clearer.taking her left claw she gave a wide swing hoping to scare the pony off.

"Look I said leave-" her reply was not not finished as the figure ducked underneath the swing, pouncing her cheast pinning her to the ground. As she looked at teeth of her attacker and by extension his face she could now tell this was not a pony.

"I always wondered what griffon tasted like"  The creature in front of her did not seem like it was playing about eating its eerie green eye and royal purple eye only conveyed only an unknown emotion that she could not place a lust of some sort. "Do make this entertaining for me." It whispered. There was only one thing she could think of doing in a situation like this. She cried.Harder. she closed her eyes not wanting to see when it ended. She could hear the quick beating of her heart it hurt. The fear in her throat choaking her she began to make small hiccups as she continued to cry. She suddenly jerked when she felt as strange sensation around her neck and jaw. Opening an eye she noticed that he, this... thing.... was nuzzling her. He did for another 10 seconds before Lifting up and staring down at her. The eyes that once held a lust filled madness now looked like that of a pony full of concern, and apologetic. It had a small smile, no teeth showing it looked less threatening that way.

"I was only kidding." He admonished quickly crawling off her. Getting in a laying down position gilda starred in befuddlement.

"Wha-" was all she could manage tears still falling down her face

" sorry I should have just left when you asked" he steadily began to sheepishly rub the back of his head.

"...."

"Maybe I should introduce my self"

"....." ( still  leaking tears confused face)

" You can call be Obe I'm a hyena"

"....."

"....."

"....."

".....so?"

' THUD'

"crap, maybe it would have been simpler to eat her." "Obe" looked around the clearing. "I still could." He looked to Gilda. "Think I should just eat you?"

"Uuuugh...." Was the reply.

"That wasn't a no." He looked her over again from feathered head to furred hind. He stared at her thigh for the longest time. Not thinking. He raised his left paw... And smacked it. Obe watched it ripple for an uncomfortable amount of timetime. When it settled he smacked it again. This process repeated Several times, the area became red in comparison to the brown of the coat. The last time he did it elicited a squawk from the no conscious Griffon.

"What are you doing?" She screamed.

"Nothing." He stated.

"Why is my fur red here?"

"Allergies, maybe?"

"Its shaped like your paw!" He looked at his paw.

"Strange coincidence." He was trying really hard not to laugh now.

"What were you doing to me!?!"

"Nothing you wouldn't have liked if you were awake." He giggled in a weird high pitch way.

"Oh yay try me." Gilda challenged.

SMACK

"Ow!!"