My name is Razor Horn, or how my family calls me, Razor.

Of course, that was the name I gave myself, just like my siblings gave themselves theirs. My little sister calls herself Velvet Wing, and the youngest of the three of us, my brother, took the name Fang. Nopony has ever wanted us, so we’ve only had each other. For the past ten years, we’ve kept our distance from ponies for a reason, the very reason why other ponies don’t want us.
Whenever Princess Luna’s moon rises high into the sky every night, we become Outcasts…

Uncontrollable, blood-thirsty Outcasts.

But now, after the past ten years of seclusion, we're ready for a change of lifestyle. Can we still be able to live like normal ponies, even if it means putting everyone else in danger by being around us? I don't know, but for certain, we will need to be careful, lest an innocent pony die, or worse, become like one of us.