The Crimson Creed

Asylum a quaint town bigger than Ponyville, yet smaller than manehatten. Asylum played host to all the members of the infamous Crimson Four, the hooves of the seeker. We live and work in the town built around the Van El Asylum. the people of the town are diverse, the culture and mental well being is as well. point of reference Yuri.

"Abidon, why Steam Punk building?" Yuri asked, I assume to break the silence between us. " The entire town is Steam Punk Yuri, it has been sense you came here and it will be till you die." I explain once again to the daft griffin I work with. "bha, come to workshop, have new toy. you like this one." Yuri called as he wondered off to Empress knows where. "I have.... ten hours so office, then Yuri's, home, and finally the..." TRAIN!?! Oh gods no!

"Calm down Ponyville is a six hour trot from here, you can still make it if you skip the house you...   never use."

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My office, the west-end pent house, rarely sees patients so i live there. plenty of space to live in and run an office why wast it. Unlocking the door I could hear the radio playing. heading toward the privet office I notice something strange, there was a odd yet pleasant smell about the place. The office was, more or less, as I left it. The worthless rifle I bought resting on the desk. A diamond dog long rifle, a lever action signal shoot piece of junk. Don't git me wrong its a good gun just not on it's own. leaning on the side of my desk was it's partner a griffin repeater, lever action with fourteen rounds, it picked up the long rifle's slack.

What was out of place was the glass of crimson red wine on the desk with the long rifle. "So that was to smell." I realize upon seeing the glass "My dear Cherry was here." Many changeling can't notice the smell of strong emotions, only the taste of them. The love of any living thing has it's own fragrance and taste, for my Cherry its well cherries. "I must have just missed her." I sigh knowing I can't go see her. Taking a sip I gather what I came for, Twilight's file.

" obsessive, eager to please, well educated, dogmatic, born to opportunity" This mare, should I be impressed... or ashamed?

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The walk to Yuri's went with out trouble... if you don't count the current company. "yo 'don how's it goin' dude" An annoying drake called form a known drug ally. "Not now Puff I'm busy." I growl in seething anger. "Oh come on man, let Uncle Puff help you out" the so called 'magic dragon' pleads. " Puff I don't want any thing you sell ever, got it!" I whisper in his ear with my blade to his throat. "yes" he squeaks out. "Now leave me alone Puff!" I turn to Yuri's workshop to get this toy I'd like.

Yuri's shop surprisingly didn't reek of, well B.O. and oil as most workshops did. "Ah, Abidon just in time" The griffin called from the back room. " Come see what I make for you." Stepping over the clutter of children's toys I join Yuri in.... a gun range? "Mosin-Nagant bolt action rifle from mother land" He said before handing me the rifle "Try hit target." Said target was about at ten meters down range!?! "Yuri how is this range in you back room?" I as... "don't ask Question."

The rifle hit any mark I went for with little margin of error. " I like." Yuri burst in to joyous laughter at my admission "how much are parts and ammo"

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With little time to spare I left Asylum with my new rifle. I have about six and a half hours to get to ponyville, if I don't run in to trouble I can make with time to spare. The thing is I always run in to trouble at some point. Hell I meet Cherry During a gang war, that she started! on purpose!

"a flood of death waits,

it wants us all,

young and old,

the tide takes all."

"a tide is coming red as crimson,

a tide is coming for you and me,

a tide is coming prey not to your gods,

for they can not save you."

"Well look here boys, we've got our selves a bug" Bandits? That's rather tame for the Ever Free." now give us ye shinny bits and we kills ye all quicks like." A diamond dog calls form behind me. "I think not." The rifle on my back takes the dog's leg off. "Now why don't we paint the the ground crimson." The helpless cries of bandits flood the air along with the sweet sent of fresh blood. ponyville can wait a few minutes.