Death of Generations

( The Beatings by _Shade_, collab with Horny Horse, Blame him for any/all injuries. )

Appear weak when you're strong and strong when you're weak, for the supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting ~ Art of War.

White Beak had to excuse himself from Posey, the pony merely going back to watching the thing, and the half griffin walking of to who knows where, with a thought in his mind.

Death, it was a natural part of life and one of the few things all species had in common, maybe except dragons, but even they will fall for no one is immortal.

For some however, death is something unnatural and should be warded off with all means necessary, White Beak was one of these beings and was therefor highly alerted by his own willingness to protect that mare, he even forgot her name.

Am I... Suicidal? he shook the silly thought out of his head, sure he's been through some tough times but he's fine.

...Right?

Sighing he trudged along the road and checked his gear, frowning at the broken sword "Well old friend, we had a good run, right?" He kept the broken sword, even though there only was the hilt left.

"I'll make it up to you, Big Bro."

Despite his now depressed look, the young gryphon... Pony thing continued walking, a sinking feeling in his gut, he walked for hours until the town was no where in sight and a single, lone tree was hanging limply on a hill like it had been facing down great tornadoes, he looked at the night sky and nodded to himself making beeline for the tree, nothing really interesting about the spot, it wasn't good for an ambush and seemed to be a fairly abandoned location, he settled down and slept next to it.

***Thirteen years ago***

"Guys look, it's the freak!" A rather large colt said, White Beak felt his eyes go wide as he instantly dashed down the street, the big colt merely laughed and ran after him, the four hooves and earth pony strength combined proved to be more than a match for the hippogrif as he easily caught up, cornering him outside The Salted Cereal they smiled at his panicked face, the rather narrow alley offered no protection as he bumped into the wall, the constant sound of thumping and moans was heard inside the house next to them practically ensured that no one would hear them, as if to merely add insult to injury a large drunken stallion shambled out of the brothel/pub, looked straight at them and passed out.

A swift blow to the gut forced the air out of his lungs as the big colt attacked, the smaller children behind him cheered on such as...

"You get him, Glasses!" A small green filly shouted, her wings fluttering.

"The beak! Crack it!" The brown colt turned around and kicked him in the face, a sickening crack echoed through the valley.

Tears streaming down his face, the poor hippogriff brought his talons up to protect him but they merely buckled as Glasses kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling, hitting the wall with his head he barely managed to stay conscious, but before he went unconscious his eye managed to catch a gray, hulking shape with sharp teeth behind him, then... It all went black.

Waking up some time later he found his wounds treated, the broken bones in his chest still made it clear that it was no time to move around, and his twisted talons prevented him from doing so.

"I'm in Haltrin, it's clear..." The pain in his body didn't leave much other options to think.

He looked around the room, plain gray walls painted it in a somewhat dull light, a rather obscure axe on the wall seemed to be the only thing here save but him and the bed.

There was no windows in the room, yet it seemed as if there was sunlight pouring in from overhead, twisting his neck he spotted more gray.

His limbs groaned in pain from exertion, the sloppy bandages didn't look well, he stayed there for nearly an hour before the door opened.

"Ei, ye' finalie awake now ye squirt?" Not wanting to anger whoever was here, he nodded.

"Good, we 'r woried fer y'e, we had da held Hyper away from ye wit' fire"

White attempted to answer, but with his beak bandages a mere gurgle came out.

"Na need t' telk, squirt, eim' jus' her' ta grab me axe, ye rest now."

He heard a slinking noise from his left, then heavy stomps at whoever that was in there walked out.

***

???

The Alleyway.

"Look we're sorry!" Glasses practically wailed at the dragon,

" 'ow meny tim's 'e said dat, eh?!" He gestured to the unconscious hippogriff.

Glasses went tight-lipped, the other ponies had galloped out of there once the lumbering beast had emerged so he had to face this dragon surely six times bigger than him by himself.

"Dats what'a thought!" the dragon felt a grumble in his chest rise, and before long Glasses could hear it too, he just prayed that his friends would get some help.

"B-but he's a freak!"

"..." The sound overwrote that of the brothel to their left and the colt felt his legs grow weak, the dragon opened his maw and roared.

Glasses passed out in a puddle of his own urine

He walked out from the alleyway before a groaning was heard from behind him, snarling he went to knock the colt out, yet flipping the piss stained pony showed no emotion other than some relatively ragged breathing.

Looking around he spotted the groaning heap, he'dd completely forgotten about him, giving him a quick analyze he figured the child to be alive, sighing slightly he threw the hippogriff over his back and made his way out of the alleyway.

***

'Present'

White woke up in a cold sweat and with a rather unpleasant facial expression, quickly gathering his thoughts he slumped onto the ground,

"... I hate sleep" he groaned and rolled over, the morning sun filtered through the tree which meant he slept through the entire night.

He set out towards the road, luggage over one shoulder and the breeze molesting his other with its gentle touch, ruffling his feathers and picking at his ears White Beak sighed.

"Maybe, Greyfeather is on my side this day." he chuckles at the old joke before flinching.

"Guess I still haven't come out of this habit, well, you know what they say..." He shudders as the wind touches him in a strange place, he lifts his wing to see how it could have in under there, maybe he left a few feathers out of place?

"... Die hard."