Chapter 3: Bite my Hoof

It had been weeks, Vulpes had lost all track of time, the days blended together all of them held the same thing for him, wake up, pee in a bedpan, physical therapy, emotional therapy, out of a tube and then take his medication and slip into a restless sleep. At first Derpy came to visit him, bringing flowers and chocolates, however, Derpy and Vulpes never talked, Vulpes' head was wrapped in gauze, making his eyes the only part of his face showing. He was given a pen and pad to communicate, he never used it, he just stared down nurses and doctors until they left. He often did this to Derpy, he hated her more than anything, he did not blame her for getting his face smashed in, he blamed himself for being weak, and he was weak because a mare had made him.

Eventually Derpy stopped visiting him, Vulpes didn't even acknowledge the fact, he began to feel himself growing stronger every day, soon he was able to eat solid food and walk on his own. It was the last day in the hospital, Vulpes was reading an article about political unrest in the colonies when a heavily built pony clad in some sort of golden armor entered his room. The pony had a smile on his face until his eyes landed on Vulpes' face, "My my, you're an ugly one aren't you, eh?" "What do you want?" Vulpes spat the words out, as if he was trying to speak around something in his mouth. "Well, I'm supposed to be hear to recruit you for Celestia's Royal Army, but with an attitude like that, you'd get shot on the first day" Vulpes frowned, or something close to it anyway. The pony looked at him "Whadya say, mate?" Vulpes mulled it over in his mind before raising his hoof and biting it, flicking his hoof towards the pony, the ultimate sign of defiance. "Do you bite your hoof at me, sir?" the pony asked, his teeth clenched together tightly "I do not bite my hoof at you sir, but I do bite my hoof." The pony gave him another glare before leaving his room and walking down the hall.

Vulpes thought to himself "Gee what a stiff" before heading down to the lobby to finally check out of this godforsaken place. As he headed down the stairs he noticed more ponies wearing clunky armor made of a shiny gold like material. He groaned and lifted his newspaper to cover his face as he saw the pony that was in his room earlier. He had some idea of the layout of the room, but enough apparently as he crashed into a another pony. Dreading the worst, he clenched his teeth and put on a disapproving look, assuming it was Sargent McStarchy Pants, he opened his mouth to call out an insult but stopped when he found himself staring at colt with a dark colored mane who looked a little bit older than Vulpes. "Er, Sorry, I thought you were somepony else" Vulpes said a little bit unnerved by the look the colt was giving him, he'd seen that look, it was the look when a scientist receives a frog to dissect or when a butcher gets a pig to cut up. "You assumed I was the Major over there, didn't you?" the colt said with of voice that sounded like ice cooling. So he's a captain Vulpes thought to himself "Yes, I suppose, he was quite nasty to me earlier, but that may have been just me." "Yes he's quite the douche" Vulpes blinked, it was odd hearing a word like that from somepony so calm and collected. The colt smiled "Surprising, right?" Vulpes opened his mouth to say something but the colt had stuck out his hoof "Call me Shadowfoot"

Author's Note

Holy Fuzshnit, I wanted to continue writing this a long time ago, but I lost my account info I was considering writing it under another name but then I remembered! Huzzah!
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