Fallout Equestria: Coureurs de Bois

Darkness.

Muse, sing to me of the pitch black nights that grant freedom to monsters both metaphorical and actual. Tell the deeds of those who fight back, and of those who are strangled by the all-engulfing darkness. Recant the tale of the hunters, the hunted and the stallion who is both.

Sing to me, of that which goes bump in the night.