Grave's tale

The time: 1 week after the Changeling invasion attempt on Canterlot failed.

A soft groan came from the sands as it stood on black legs with holes in them. The drone looked around it had no idea where it was. Only that it was in a desert. It could recall the blast, that damned spell of equestrian magic that blew him and the others away from Canterlot. It had no idea how much time it had but it's wings hurt to move, and looking himself over he noted sign of wounds still healing. Albeit slowly as he has not properly feed in some time.

He noted a small cave near by and went to it. Best to hide for now, and recover. He closed his eyes in the darkness and thought through his memories. As far as his own magic goes he was adapt and gaining memories and surface thoughts from his victims. Which helped in is infiltration. He even learned to draw on the life of a pony if needed to kill, though not as sustaining as love, it would do as a last resort.

He opened a eye as he heard a noise. He choose to pear out and he saw three mares. One talking about leaning some boards for the school, another talking about how to make care products for manes to sell. The other just remained quiet. He skunked back in to his cave, not sure if he was spotted, but he planned not to take chances latter. He did wait till daybreak however before deciding to explore.

When the day came he moved out carefully. He noted a structure in the middle of a grave yard Curious he drew closer to it then noticed a full gray stallion in a brown suit taping at a cart with some bags on it. “Glad I made it.. best to get to work and introduce myself to the townsfolk...”

The changeling grinned at that and started to sneak over. It used his magic to get a idea of his name, basic manners and why this earth pony was here. Then lunged at the earth pony. There was no time to make a sound from the sudden attack. The changeling held him down and started to feed, and kept feeding drawing out his love, for his job, his new home, and work, and continued to feed even when this earth pony was drained of all his love. Making him pass out.

The changeling then assumed the shame of the earth pony, though to be safe removed and took the clothing for his own. He then looked and saw a open grave sight. He smiled and pushed the earth pony in to it and buried the earth pony alive, nice and deep so ti would never get out.

He also looked to the house, “Lets see... home for a base of operations good.... this one was to be the town mortician... a good cover for my.... feeding.” He shook his head slightly, “His name... not good.. Lily... bleh that sounds more like a mare....” He then looked back to the grave he buried his victim in, “Graves... yes that will do Graves.”

He then practiced the voice a bit and grinned and trotted over to the town, this place called.... Appleloosa.