Have you ever had too much time on your hands? Where all you can do is just sit and think? Being undead is like that all the time. It's goddamn ridiculous how much time you have when you don't require food or sleep. Gotta say, I really missed the internet. I figured some more stuff out involving my curse though. Pirates of the Caribbean rules for my transformation. Sunlight and well lit areas, and I look fine. Moonlight or darkness and I'm a fucking zombie. Great. (No clue as to how I was zombified inside the crypt. Might have been moonstone in the mortar).

It's been a couple of days now, since Daring and I escaped the crypt. Things have been going pretty well. We travel my day and daring sleeps at night. I keep watch. (it was EXTREMELY weird to watch an anthropomorphic pony ride a horse, Even if they were descended from mutant humans.)

"You know big guy? This is the best time I've had in a long time. I should bring you on all of my adventures!" Daring said setting up her tent.

"Yeah, yeah. You just like being able to sleep all the time you lazy bum." I teased, earning myself a playful thump. The sun was setting, and we still had several hundred miles to go to get to Equestria. We were in Schweine territory right now. Yup, that means anthropomorphic pig people. They were pleasant enough, but they had recently conquered and enslaved the Cervi of the Misty Wood. The Cervi are a race of deer folk, probably descendants of the elves of the forest. (Remember that mutagenic magical plague? Yeah. Weird shit happens when magic's involved). I was livid...but I can't take on an entire nation. That didn't stop me from using my curse to save as many as I could.

It was a bright moonlit night. Daring and I were housed in a roadside in called "Held Ruhe" or "Hero's Rest". Didn't see many heroes though, just cutthroats and mercenaries. It took all my self control not to start a fight when a particularly porky merc started bragging about the cervi girls he's "broken in".

"Just wait until nightfall Brandon....You'll give them a show they'll never forget." I told myself. Daring noticed the look on my face, but said nothing. she was likely just as disgusted as I was, but from what she had told me, the equestrian army wasn't ready for war.

Night fell, and with the moon came my disguise. Time for the spirit of vengeance to ride again.

First I woke the merc. "Repent....Sinner...." I growled, flashing my Ethereal glowing orbs inches from his porcine face "Your...Punishment...Is at hand..." His eyes widened as I clamped down on his mouth and drew my Seaxe.

***** 3 Hours Later*****

I wiped the blood from my knife and glared down at the bloody, crippled mess that had once been a mercenary.. Carved into his bald head, for all to see were the words "Slaver", and "Rapist". I had more to do though...As a caravan had stopped, and they were leading dozens of Cervi. The horns of the stags had been sawn off, evidenced by the bloody, bandaged stumps. I may be a nice guy most of the time, but when I see shit like this? You better watch your ass, because I am wrath incarnate. First stop, the caravan master's room.

The sight that greeted me when I opened his door sent my already high blood pressure spiking. Any other man would have been seeing red, but what I got was much worse. A feeling of cold, unrelenting fury filled my gut (at least, it would have if I wasn't mostly skeletal). The Caravan master had his back to me, and was fumbling with his belt as a young cervi boy of about 14 wept silently into the mattress he was tied to. I was suddenly very glad for the sound canceling enchantments on every room. I grabbed his shoulder as I kicked the door shut and spun him around, punching him in the throat. He choked and fell backwards, trying to get away. I kicked him in the ribs hard enough that I heard bones snap and knelt down. He couldn't breathe or move very well but he looked at me with pleading eyes.

"P-P-Please...Whatever y-you want...*hack* Just..just take...*koff* it.... *oink*" he begged. I just cast a look at the surprised and very terrified Cervi.

"Shhh..." I said, placing a finger to my lips before using my bony hand to close his eyes. "You...Will live...Young one...."

The boy just whimpered and turned his head away. and I turned back towards my task. The pig-man had silently tried to escape, but had only crawled halfway to the door. I stood and drove my Seaxe through his leg, pinning him to the floor before flipping and straddling him. He tried to fend me off with punches and slaps, but they were weak. I grabbed his head and began pressing my fingers into his temples and my thumbs into his eyes. He let out a strangled scream as I drove my thumbs deeper, blinding him forever before I snapped his neck. I retrieved my knife (seaxe) and sawed through the ropes holding the young Cervi. He made no move to resist as I freed him picked him up.

I carried the lanky teen to Daring's room, as I still had much to accomplish before daybreak and it was already 1 in the morning. Daring was shocked at first, and then rather mad at me, But she eventually understood. She gave the Cervi boy some old clothes of hers, and made ready to leave. It was time for a Change of scenery, and I knew just what ride we would take.

Author's Note

Shoutout to Sipioc for the Cervi and Schweine Race!