The pink fleshed creature that stands taller than a minotaur with long almost bleached hair that matts down it's face like fur stalks the forest wielding what seems to be a crudely made spear that fits well within it's grasp while looking around with it's void like eyes for any creature that it may stumble upon. Something of which it has grown accustomed to making less it can find something better dropped in the woods by some scared or eaten victim. Its not like it really knows how to make anything more complicated. Such things is way beyond it's thinking and doing. It only knows three things within it's simply mind protected by a layer of hair, skin, and bone.
Hunt, live, and hide.
Those three simple words have always been repeated domestically within it's torn mind and treasured as if they were all that this world is all about. Its nothing but a creature of the forest with a sewn mouth, empty mind, and even emptier eyes. You wouldn't even think it to be alive if you really looked at this creature very closely. Than again, if you were that close you would be looking at it from the ground beneath it or inside of it's mouth. Yet, despite it's simple thoughts and actions, it does these three jobs oh so very well. It comes with it's special talent of being a very silent creature. It's a stalker of the woods that preys upon all those that make too much noise or haven't yet noticed it. Even the ground it walks upon stays quiet no matter what's on it. Of course it knows it's limitations. It knows what it can and can't eat.
It's favorite would have to be the silly horse like creatures that come across its path every now and than. It's hunting skills are almost unmatched by anything with in the forest so it usually gets first pick on them whenever they come into the forest too far. Even the more murderous and successful creatures have a hard time finding prey with it around. Though most dare not hunt it down or else become it's prey. Others do and can never find it.
Its mostly only do to the fact that the first thing it ever learned and perfected was it's hiding skills. Trees, bushes, holes. You name the spot and it knows some way around it to make sure that nothing will ever be able to find it. It has only been caught twice, and those were mistakes on it's own accord. It makes sure that it won't ever happen again. Hiding is what protects it from the bigger creatures and the ones that prowl the night looking for blind and helpless prey. One of which it is at night.
It does these two things, hunt and hide, in order to successfully get through it's third simple thought.
Live.
You see, it's body has been programed with these thoughts since the very beginning of it's existence within this world that is known as Equestria. More specifically the forest that houses it.
Everfree forest. A dark damp overgrown place filled with nightmarish entities and foliage that would make you think that you were in some sort of science lab. All the creatures that it's seen, tasted, and hid from are all out of some type of horror movie or just plain and simple like. Something that you would see within a normal scene really. Though, now a days this is what's truly considered the normal of everything.
Murder, eating, hiding, sleeping in obscene places... It's nothing like it's brethren that none know about. Of course they could never really know that this is all odd behavior for such a creature. They only know that it hunts, scares, and seems to be nothing much but a made up enigma of somebody's mind. Therefore, they all consider this to be a normal thing for such a murderous monster. And the creature sees this as normal as well.
It will never admit that, because of it's simple and broken mind, but at the same time it does acknowledge the change of everything around it. I know this for a fact because it is me that I'm describing so well and talking about. Well, I shouldn't say me really. More like the me that I have become since entering this world from where I used to live. Oh the things I have seen and watched change all around me while watching over my shell of a body do things I would never have done at all in my entire life. Watching it hunt down every small and medium creature that's edible, let it be sentient or not, and devour it down to the bone. It tosses away scrapes that are quickly picked up by the daring or the smart.
It twists my non existent stomach every time I see it or, at late since I don't like seeing it, think and hear or it. It'll never be something I'll ever be used to watching. Watching as I rip apart a creature for it's meat and slide it past my sewn lips onto my tongue and teeth that quickly turn it into a chewed mess that eventually slides down my blood covered throat and into my stomach that I can no longer feel. I'm only blessed that I can't feel it or taste the grotesque uncooked meat. Though I'm not blessed enough to not hear the screams, the crying, the begging, the praying... It claws at my soul every time I hear it. I don't watch it now because I can already see it in my head despite how I wish for it to never appear there. It's always the same with my body. So I already know what will happen to the captured prey.
It's not like I was watching for the fun of it. I've always tried to get my body off the poor creature... Of course it never worked. It's just... every time I tried I had to see the creature under my body being torn to shred and stripped of it's life. It's truly not fair for them. Than again it wasn't fair for me either. I had my life stripped away in a sense.
I wish I could've smack some sense into my body oh so long ago. I wish I hadn't given up hope on such things, but after so long of yelling, looking, and praying out for help and receiving none... well... You just kind of give up now don't you? All I do now is simply talk to myself and try to get my body to remember what type of life we had before this. Try to get it to remember what being an actual human being is like.
Yet it eats the very help that I keep trying to reach out to. It hunts the creatures that talk, have culture, and remind me of what I have lost for this so called "paradise". It murders without thinking of their family, job, or well being. I once watched a stallion die screaming and begging for life so he could see his children and wife one last time. I tried pulling my body off, but that was back when I was so foolish, and realized that this will only get worse as the days go by. Hearing so much death and wondering how I've been living for so long has really just drained me mentally. I wonder sometimes why I have such high spirits that I'll eventually be free of this curse. So I can live a normal life maybe? Not possible now really. Probably long ago that would've been the answer, but now a days...
I guess to end it really. That seems to be a more likeable answer. That's what sort of thing a monster like me deserves. I've watched multiple failed attempts of those horse creatures trying to capture me and watch my "habits". Hmph, if they can even be called that really. Six creatures that my body hides from the most come around to capture or study me a lot nowadays. No... study or capture it. Sometimes I forget that we're practically two different beings both in physical, if my existence can even be considered that, and mental form. I guess that's what happens when you're just watching the days flow by. Taking everything in so easily.
Oh well.
But these six horses, or I guess ponies do to their size, really have caught my interest. They're all females and have more balls, well I guess except for the yellow one at times, than any stallion that comes into these woods clamming to claim the bounty on my body's head. They never know that their actually throwing themselves on a plate for me to eat when they do.
Yet these six ponies. These six ponies that I know so little about always scare my body off and away from them. It can't be their magic, strength, or speed. They lack most of the best of those that I've seen from a lot of the monsters that live here. Though I'm sure if those monster hade the brains that these ponies do, or any other sentient creature really, I'm sure they would have turned this forest into a high society based on where you fit in with those three attributes. Heh... a mighty society of monsters... I wonder where I would fit in with all of that. Perhaps those six ponies are monsters themselves. After all, the only thing that really scares my body off is monster of true power that could easily kill us.
Heh... death brought upon me by six ponies with the strangest names. Twilight, Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbowdash, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity. The only domestic names I have learned while living in this evil incarnate of a forest. All the while, of late, begging for a release of my state. For death now a days.
Oh how I wish for that sweet embrace. But these six ponies either want to scare me off, which they succeed at every time they get close or about to see me, for good or capture me. I don't see either of those two things happening really. I really wish my body could go off somewhere where there aren't sentient creatures to kill and rip apart, but for some odd reason it's very interested in the area where we both appeared at. So, my only solace is that those six colored ponies find a way to make the last of the options come true or that I manage to gain control and off myself.
I'm fine with either option really. They might deem me too dangerous to be left alive, or I might fall off into the void during an science experimentation. Either way I wouldn't have to worry about the heavy burden that haunts me every day. I wouldn't have to remember all the different things my body has killed and how I've effected every creature's life by my selfish choice of coming to this world. All of it would disappear along with the pain and I could pretend that this was all a bad dream and slip of into a land of forever darkness. A land where I would no longer have to hurt anything.
For now, I simply watch and wait. Silently watching and listening to my body hunt and live while these ponies try to capture my body for whatever purpose. I guess whenever they can figure out how to hear silence, they'll realize how close my body is to them right now. If I had control I would let them know just by tapping their body. I would just reach out and alert them and let them do with me whatever they want.
Though, if they could hear thoughts; or at least here me; I'm sure they've would've already caught me by now. They say I'm a silent killer, but I haven't been silent for very long. I'm always saying something nowadays. Always trying to cox something into doing something. Always trying to cox my body back under my control. Always trying to cox a god to show benevolence unto me.
Yet it'll never work. None of it will ever work for me. We're both just too...
Silent.
We'll never be heard.
Author's Note
Just a little experiment story I had rolling around in my head for a day. Decided to write it out and see what everyone thought of it.
