The path of a hero

Kick continued to carry his unconscious ally through the forest, even after the sound of their pursuers faded.  The unicorn’s eyes glanced around the similar trees and familiar bushes as he attempted to navigate his way through, the fear that he had just gotten lost causing his stomach to grow more and more irritable.  His green mane began to weigh down from the mass of sweat and grime that clung to it.  He didn’t care, however.  Only escaping the forest he was in and making sure the Pegasus on his back is safe.

“You know, even for a Pegasus your amazingly light, man.”  The stallion told his unconscious friend while he pressed forward, glancing back to see Razor still asleep.  “And what was up with what happened back there?  You somehow blocked a spear than knocked out five of those thugs, and next thing I know your moving almost faster than a cheetah.”  Pi9o looked forward, still contemplating the unusual things he had just seen.  “I mean, if you were a unicorn or even an alicorn, I wouldn’t be so freaked out.  But you don’t even have a horn, how can you use magic if you don’t have a horn?”

The unicorn’s constant banter to his less than cognizant friend got some unwanted attention; it appeared, when a low growl suddenly resonated from his left.  Slowly, Kick turned his head to face the source of the territorial and bestial sound.  What his eyes fell upon was something he had only heard rumors off, and his heart sank at the view.

Several wooden animals stared at the stallion, their dark green eyes glowing menacingly.  Most of the wolf-like golems were already hunched over, their jaws opened only slightly as they prepared to pounce on their prey.  Kick couldn’t help but let out a weak squeak as he confirmed the description of the foul breathed wooden canines; Timberwolves.

Kick’s mind raced as he attempted to think of a plan for him and his sleeping friend to escape.  However, his more basic thought took over as he used his magic to lift Razor up in the air and attempted to steel his nerves.  “Look, you want food?”  He began, then suddenly tossed the Pegasus towards the territorial pack as he yelled “Then here, take him, he’s tasty!”

Thinking that would provide with enough time to retreat, Pi9o quickly turned his figure around and with as much energy he had left, ran as fast as his stubby wee legs could move him.  Several Timberwolves chased after him, however, only three staying behind to examine the slumbering stallion who had been used as a decoy.  Their breath hovered over his nose as they sniffed Razor, attempting to understand if he was food or not.  The scent of the air that escaped their mouths must have been so pungent, so foul, and so terrible; it had awoken him from his exhausted sleep.

With eyes shooting open, Razor’s first gazes were the dark glowing green eyes of the pack leader, glaring at him.  Startled, the stallion shot his upper body up in an attempt to be ready to escape.  However, the head of the timberwolf was in the way of his head as he shot up.  With a loud cracking noise, similar to that of a large twig breaking, the timberwolf’s head flew up in the air while Razor, now sitting up, held onto his head after the impact.  “Oh lord, that hurt.”  He groaned, unaware of the other two wooden wolves around him.

They would soon make their presence be known, however, when they began to growl at the startled Pegasus.  Razor’s body tensed up as his heard the hostile noises rise from behind him and, moving as slowly as he possibly could, he stood himself up and turned around to be greeted by the crouching Timberwolves.  His heart sank as he was about to run for his life, but his hooves shot up, waving frantically trying to reason with the feral wooden predators.  “W-wait, wait, wait!”

As if decapitating their leader, being in their territory and now proving to be a threat to their society wasn’t enough, the moment Razor shot his hooves up, the head of the alpha timberwolf fell into his legs, jaw slightly open and eyes only empty husks now.  The Pegasus couldn’t help but look down at the lifeless skull he held in his legs as it had suddenly made its appearance.  Even the Timberwolves appeared confused and somewhat shocked at the irony of their leader’s head falling into the pony’s arms.  The stallion’s eyes quickly shot up to the other Timberwolves, all he could think of doing was giving a weak smile and chuckle nervously.

Without warning, however, the empty husks suddenly sparked open and the head of the decapitated timberwolf sprung to life, barking annoyingly at the frightened pony, even going as far as attempting to bite the hooves that held it.  In an attempt to avoid being bitten, Razor quickly moved his legs away and backed away from the sudden reanimated head.  As it landed on the forest ground, however, Razor’s eyes narrowed down at it as he crouched in a similar stance as the Timberwolves.  With two long strides, the Pegasus slowly brought his front leg back, gathered power behind it and with one powerful kick, sent the head once again flying away from its body, yelling “I am not a chew toy!”

As the head flew through the branches and leaves and into the sky, the body of the leader finally collapsed, symbolizing to Razor (hopefully) that he had finally defeated the hungry predator.  However, now he had to deal with his two lackeys that seemed to of had enough with the small comedic show the Pegasus put on.  “I’d love to stay and have dinner with you fine gentlemen.”  Razor started, backing away slowly as the territorial wooden wolves slowly advanced on him “But unfortunately, I have to find a certain unicorn that I get the funny feeling left me here to be eaten by the three of you.”

With a mighty leap, the two Timberwolves attempted to attack the talking pony, ether because of their hunger of cause of his annoying banter; it was unclear even to them.  Razor, however, quickly flapped his wings and jumped in the air, narrowly dodging the predator’s advance.  With a half-hearted smile, the stallion looked back and waved to the two hungry wood wolves as he said “Sorry, I’m not on the menu for you guys.”  The moment he cleared the arms of the trees that blocked his view, Razor leveled himself out and attempted to look for mysterious unicorn, though he guessed a good place to start would be where he suddenly heard a loud “My face!” exclaimed suddenly.

Kick continued to run as fast as he could, weaving and leaping around the forest in an effort to escape his pursuers, but they continued to follow the unicorn and even appeared to be catching up to him.  Fear griped his quickly beating heart as his mind raced in an effort to think of a way to out maneuver the Timberwolves.  However, unfortunately for the DJ, he lacked any ideas at the moment, most of his mind focusing on just moving forward and not getting captured and used a main ingredient for a pony minuend.

As the unicorn glanced back to judge the distance he was from the hungry predators, which wasn’t very much, his footing suddenly weakened and he stumbled forward, turning into a ball of white and green.  His body seemed to suddenly gain speed as he rolled away, ending up on a steep slope and rolling down even faster away from the Timberwolves.  Though they did stop after seeing their dinner roll down the cliff, Kick could only yell as he felt his body become covered in mud.

If rolling down a hill wasn’t bad enough, when Kick had finally reached the bottom, his body hit a log that, from some sick and twisted view of Mother Nature, acted as the perfect ramp to launch the dizzy pony up into the air.  His stomach did more flips than he was as he felt his body leave the ground fly through the air towards a direction he couldn’t begin to imagine.  The poor pony started to become so disoriented and nauseous that even if he could, he didn’t want to use his magic; so he let his body roll and fly in whatever direction it wished.

Finally, after several twists, turns, bounces and painful slams around the forest, the unicorn’s spinning frenzy was finally coming to a close as he felt his movement begin to slowdown.  Kick simply waited for his momentum to weaken.  Eventually, his body finally flopped out from its curled position as he attempted to regain his thoughts.  The world around him spun and twisted before his eyes as he glanced around his environment in an effort to understand where he was.  Kick quickly closed his eyes in an attempt to stop the now throbbing headache he gained from his failed examination.

“Just sit here and wait, Kick.”  The unicorn told himself as he let his body slowly readjust after the roller-coaster ride he had just gone through.  His body not only ached from the constant spinning and cramping from being stuck in a circle, but also from the slams and lands he had undergone while spinning around the forest.  Unfortunately, he knew he would be laughing if he had seen the same incident happen to anypony else.  But it had happened to him, maybe it was due to the fact he attempted to use the Pegasus as a means of escape.

“The Pegasus!”  Kick shouted in realization, shooting his upper body up.  “I have to go back and try to save him.”  Though when the stallion attempted to stand up, he felt his body weaken and the world suddenly spin again.  He couldn’t help but let his body stumble over and fall down.  With an aggravated groan, Kick simply rolled himself over and looked at the leaves that hung on the branches of the leaves.  “Guess I can’t do no saving until-“

Before Kick could finish his moaning, however, the head of a timberwolf suddenly broke though the blanket of leaves in the air and slammed right into his face.  The unexpected pain caused the unicorn to curl into a ball and groan in agony as he attempted to fight off the pain.  Unknowingly, he had shouted “My face!” before actually covering his face.  The stallion rolled around on the dirty floor as he wished the pain would go away.

Suddenly, possibly the only miracle that happened since he left the hideout, he heard a friendly voice.  “So this is where you ran off to.”  Kick parted his hooves to glance at the floating Pegasus, his front legs crossed as he remained suspended in the air.  The unicorn felt a need to break out in a religious song at that moment, Celestia be praised he was found.  With a familiar slowness, the stunned pony pushed himself up.  “Well, you know.  Just wanted to go out for a stroll, turn in to sonic for a few moments after getting chased by a pack of flesh eating, pony hungry, Timberwolves; Same old, same old.”

Razor chuckled as he glanced around the forest for a moment.  “Well, how about we avoid meeting back up with the Timberwolves for a while.  I’ll fly up and see if I can’t find an opening in the forest.”  Kick didn’t have much to add as he sat own and nodded.  “Hope you do, I think I need a bath.”  The Pegasus uncrossed his legs and soared higher into the air, pushing apart the leaves and looking around for any sign of safety.

Luckily, Razor did spot a small town, actually not too far away.  Not wanting to wait too long, the Pegasus dived down and scooped the unwary unicorn up off the ground, flying towards the town.  Kick couldn’t really resist much, even if he wanted to.  He had used a lot of his energy trying to escape.  The two ponies remained quiet for a while before locking eyes, nodding to each other as if they thought the same thing.

Let’s not do that again.