Silver Wolfby ArcadunatoChaptersOnce more under the moonlightwhy I hate magesWhy I hide from the moonBorn to Die, Raised to FightOnce more under the moonlightAuthor's Note hai, BigBad here, finally got the OK from my bro to do this, My very own crossover from the RedHood verse where werewolves try to eek out a living between "cleansings" by RedHoods and other warring clans among them and dealing with the few rouges that cause panics and stir up hate towards the misunderstood beings. Once more under the moonlight The first thing I noticed that was majorly different was the fact that a few of the people that were here flew. they just fucking flew around like it was normal for people to just do so. The next was that quite a few also performed magic to help others. Mages that actually helped. That second part baffled me. Sorry, my name is Agren Lupus, and I am a werewolf. or more specifically a SilverWolf, a mythical being who would be immune to the effects of silver and nearly impossible to kill. Anything short of beheading and incinerating my entire body, It is very hard to kill me. Anywho, I was wandering down a street in some town that seemed a little too at ease with flying people and mages casting all willy-nily, wearing my signature cloak and wraps when I ran into a rather... excited woman. Another thing I noticed was the hair. they all had colored hair. every shade of the rainbow. Like they all had that kind of coin! The woman in front of me had pink hair. PINK! Where other than a slapped cheek do you get that color?! I stood there wondering what she was saying, it was like listening to one of those gramophone-thingies go on when you twist it too fast. "HithereIwaswatchingyouandIwaswonderingifIeversawyoubeforeandIwaswonderingifyouwanttohaveapartyandhtenIthoughtwellpinkieeveryonelikestohaveaparty!andthenyoucameintotownthenIdecidedtoseeyouandaskhowyouwantedapartythenyouseemedsurprisedbyourhairthenIcameuptoyouandthenIrealizedthatIdefinatelydon'tknowyouandnowIgettomakeyouawelcometoponyvillparty!" I stood there, wondering what in the name of the moon I just heard. I looked her over a few times to check if she was on any herbs or anything of the sort. A quick wiff of her face and I could tell the amount of sugar she had recently ingested and the amount of unfamiliar peoples scents on her. How she was still functioning was a mystery. She quickly backed off when I did that. "What are you doing that for mister?" She still had a smile on, but was subdued and curious in its luster. "Do I smell funny?" I looked her up and down again, finally noticing the things she wore, a pink shirt and a blue skirt and some weird foot coverings. Looking around, I found that every one around had similar or ones just like the others. I finally turned back to her. "You eat too much sugar." I walked around her and continued down the road to where I thought the local market was. I only walked a few feet before she appeared in front of me again. I had less than a second to avoid hitting her as her angry face filled my vision. "Now, you listen here mister, that was rude and you need to-whoa!" I lifted her up and walked over to a bench that was on the side of the road and sat her on it. "Don't bother me, I'm not one for prostitutes." I continued on my way to the market place, wondering if there were other like that to worry about. I heard her sputter and mutter to herself about how I was being a 'meanie' pants. What self respecting adult says such pupish things? I shook my head and continued. The people around all had different hair color, I couldn't get over that one fact. My hair was silver due to the fact that I was born this way and had to hide it, what could all of the people around me be trying to say about their lives? That they could afford this? A waste of resources. As I entered the market, I immediately found two problems; first there were no meats, and second there were no cloth vendors. Vegetable vendors only had at most three different types at their stall, while fruit vendors specialized in only one fruit. No. Meat. I started to wander around the market for a farmer of any other kind when I came across a rather odd sight. A man of what appeared to be at least seven feet in height and rather strong musculature stood behind a cart that sold apples. It had Five different types of apples available. I walked over to the cart and began to browse the selection, drawing the attention of the seller who I can only assume to be his... wife. She wore some kind of hat that was oddly shaped and some odd clothes as well. Most of the color she wore was orange, thankfully her hair was blond as was the large mans'. She nodded to me and smiled. "What can ah do fer ya pardner?" I stared at her as I tried to decipher what she had said. "What?" I looked to her husband who had begun to take notice of us. "Excuse me, but I have no idea what you have tried to say. Ma'am, just let me talk to you're husband and let someone else who I would at least understand talk to me." I motioned towards the big man behind her. She gave me a look like I had just pissed in her mead. "Now you listen here, that there is mah brother and ah will not tolerate any sort of those accusations! Ah would appreciate an apology before ah haf'ta sic em on ya fer them there words you be spewin'" I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow. "Why would I apologize to someone who is threatening me?" She grew read at my last comment and waved her brother over. "Big Mac', teach this here varmit some manners." By this time I noticed a crowd had formed around us about ten feet across, just enough to let us brawl if needed. I noticed that 'Big Mac' had come around the cart and had rolled up his sleeves and was beginning to roll his neck. His voice was deeper than I expected, almost as deep as my friend Dunlok Orstonson. "Now ah'd like fer you ta apologize 'fore ah have ta do this, cause you jus' might end up in'a hospital afterwards." I gave him an incredulous look. "How was I supposed to know that she was you sister? You two barely look anything alike! Beside, I just got here and would like to not put any one in a 'hospital'. What is a "hospital" anyway?" They looked at me like I had said something stupid. "What? I have no idea where in the name of the moon I am!" The next thing I saw was Big Mac's left fist coming at my head, which I quickly dodged and allowed to pass by. He immediately followed up with a right hook, which I caught at the elbow and twisted, causing him t loose his balance and fall to his knee in front of me. The look of surprise he gave me lasted up to my first punch on his back, the sound of breaking ribs was painfully audible as his look turned to anguish. The second hit was a little bit lower than my other, breaking a few more ribs, ripping a scream from his mouth. out of the corner of my eye, I saw the blond from the cart vault over it and come at me. I dropped Big Mac and turned towards her, bracing for a punch. she took three steps and lashed out with a kick that I barely saw coming. The next thing I knew I was looking up from the wreckage of another stall, I felt more than saw her coming at me for another round. I quickly got up from the broken cart earning me a gasp from the crowd. As I stood up I saw her stop and stare at me, allowing me to quickly run right next to her and deliver a snapping blow to her head, easily knocking her unconscious. As she dropped like a sack of potatoes, I turned to Big Mac as he slowly stood up from where I had left him, his eyes landing on his sister and glancing between both of us. "She kick you?" I was surprised that he could talk with the injuries I had given him. I slowly nodded and walked over to him. He sighed and shook his head. I offered a hand to him as he rose to his full height, earning a bit of respect from me. "I kinda had to knock her out, what's her name?" he reached and shook my hand as we stood there. "Applejack. How'd you get back up after that wallop she give you?" his neutral expression getting him more points in my book. I let go of his hand and looked down at the mark on my chest outlining the boot print that had been placed there by Applejack. Blood had managed to soak through, marking around the impact area and made a rather good show of it. the blue material made the blood look darker. "Oh, well lets just say I can deal with worse than this. besides we need to get you to a healer. come on, I think I broke at least four or five ribs." After getting to the "hospital" that they kept raving about, I and the rest of them had dropped off Big Mac and his sister to the care of the healers there. apparently it's where they keep their healers for emergencies. With that done I had decided to go back to the market despite their whining about how critically injured I could be from getting "Bucked" by Applejack. Apparently she and Big Mac did that to trees that they got the apples from. Wow. I had also figured out where the hell I had found myself in. The whole continent was apparently called "Equestria". Really stupid name if you ask me. I mean, who names a kingdom after horses?! To the north is the crystal empire, after that you run into Yakyakistan, to the south is the fucking DRAGON LANDS! Then off on the next continent is some place called Zebrica, then Neighpon on the other side. Weird people. As it turns out I am in another plane of existence. the only up side is the fact that the Lunar queen is here as well. Or, the person here that is the equivalent of her. the only up side to all of this was the fact that there were no Redhoods here. Yay. I was sitting in the library of this great big crystal castle (I shit you not), when I heard someone coming closer to where I had been sitting. I looked up to find the local princess (Apparently they were immortal somehow) frowning at me. I could taste the displeasure and scorn coming off her, And her pet ( I Shit you Not!) dragon along for the ride. she stopped a few feet away and crossed her arms. "I hear you were the one who knocked my friend Applejack out." I looked back and forth between the dragon and her. "Well, when you put-" "You also called my friend Pinkie Pie a Prostitute." "Who?" I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow. Her scowl deepened. "The one with the pink hair that you manhandled. Also, if your going to check out that book, I'm going to need some identification." "Idenafa-what?" why I hate magesI had been arguing with the "Princess" for what seemed to be an hour when the dragon of hers decided to interrupt us. Apparently his name is Spike. Also did I mention the little fucker was a DRAGON? As He separated us by butting in between us, followed by shoving us apart. Apparently we had been getting loud enough to bother people outside. One of them had even made it inside by the looks of it, a purple and blue haired woman stood in the doorway that they had probably come through. I scowled and tried to walk out of the place, but was picked up in a purple field of magic. 'What was with these people and their colors?! Magic isn't supposed to have a color unless you have some elvish ancestry!' I felt for my magic as well and decided to just brute my way out, not even bothering with the runes inked on my back. "Let go of me before I have to do something neither of us would like." I looked back, glaring at her. Spike cleared his throat again. "Twilight, we need to go and get ready for the tea party that the other princesses had called for." He waved a scroll under her nose. "You need to make a list of people to come and attend you know?" after he didn't get a response from her, still glowering at me, he frowned and slapped the scroll to his claw careful not to cut it to ribbons. "I guess I'll just let Pinkie do it if you're not interested..." The reaction was immediate as soon as he said "Pinkie", she gasped and dropped me to the floor. She quickly grabbed the scroll from Spike and freaking flew out the door that the female with the weird purple hair was in. Spike sighed and shook his head. "Dude, if you don't apologize to Pinkie, she might start pranking you. Then Rainbow Dash would jump in and help her with them to the point to where they become damn near deadly. Besides, she doesn't sleep around the town, she's just a huger. A very enthusiastic huger." He walked over to me and slapped my shoulder. "And as for Applejack, shes been... sorta having to deal with a few more unsavory characters over the past few weeks along with having to deal with some new problems, that's why she needed Big Mac for backup lately, some of them had friends in low places. Come on, we need to get you squared away with some paperwork before you take the book outa here." I stood there wondering how he had known that most of the conflicts I had today were accidental, I had barely said anything in my defense other than a few snippets about what had happened. I watched him get closer to the door before I decided to follow, leaving the book back in its place. As we walked through the hall, I decided to ask a few questions. "Spike, where in the name of the moon am I?" He stopped and gave me a funny look. "You're in Ponyville, why wouldn't you know that?" "Why, In the name of the moon would someone call a place 'Ponyville'? That's a really stupid name." A thought crossed my mind, I stopped beside him, crossing my arms. "What Is the name of This countries leaders? I seem to be at a loss here for that little tidbit of information." Her smiled again, that annoying knowing smile that a few people I hated got when they had something over me. "Well, there is Celestia, the elder sister of the goddess who also controls the sun. Then there is her younger sister, Luna, Who controls the moon-" "Bullshit, she couldn't possibly be here! I had it on good authority that she wouldn't be here for the next hundred!" I was truly shocked, my goddess had come early to the mortal plane once again, with her sister no less! "I can't be seen by her! You won't tell her I'm here would you?!" I grabbed his shoulders and made him face me. "She can't know I'm here, Or I'll-" "Sir Spike, whom art thou speaking to?" A sweet melodic voice I had heard communed with a few times in the past rang though the hall behind me. Dread flooded me, freezing me solid to the spot. Spike was looking at me like I was crazy. "It's that guy we were talking about earlier, the one who had broke Big Macs' ribs after-" I spun around and dropped him, leveling my gaze at the Woman who stood there. Her hair glistened with midnight, her eyes full of wisdom. The silver crown upon her head glistened with the days light, her gown flowed with her bodice accentuating her curves. I slowly stalked towards her and began to growl deep in my chest. "Well met under the moonlight, I find thee a morsel of exquisite beauty, oh Goddess. You Wolf bids you welcome to the mortal realm once more." She gave me a peculiar look and frowned. "Who art thou?... We doth not know thy name, pray tell, give Us this so that We may greet thou properly." "Argen Lupus. We art known as Argen Lupus, my moon." I swept forth and greeted her, rubbing my side along hers. I buried face into her hair, inhaling her scent. She smelled of fields of Moonflowers and wolves, just as I had thought she would. "We art blessed to find you once again Luna Ferr Lupa... your scent is exquisite, Me thinks you would be best served with a keg of Muur lune meed, and a flank of wild stag..." I rumbled in my chest as the scent of her need flooded my nose. "W-w-we, Ah!" I had wrapped around behind her and had begun to rub up against her when a blast had ripped me into a wall, making her startle. I had hit the wall and slid down, feeling it crack slightly on impact. I griped the back of my head and ribs to check for blood, finding none, I relaxed into a sitting position. I noticed that the one who had hit me had been the woman from earlier. Obviously a mage by the way she held out her hands out like she was throwing something. "You keep you hands off the Princess! Oh Princess Luna, did he hurt you?!" She rushed over to where Luna had fallen to her knees, a blush clear across her face. "Princess Luna?" As she came up to her, her face went from worried, to confused, to embarrassed as realization dawned to her, the smell obvious to her less sensitive nose. I stood up and began to trudge over to the door she had come through. I grumbled and glared at her as I felt the rib that had dislocated snap back, making me wince. "The least you could have done was ask for context as to what was going on before over reacting like that, mage." I opened the door and slammed it on the way out. Why I hide from the moonRealization slowly dawned on me as I left the library, how I had acted as soon as I had seen my Goddess. I had done everything that I had sworn not to do when we were to meet. The haze lifted from my mind, I slowly collapsed against a wall. I gripped my skull in an attempt to come to term with what I had done. I had been ready to leave my Pack in mere seconds within just Seeing her! The shawoman that I had talked to in my tribe had tried to warn me, but little did I actually heed her word. I did what I hadn't done in seven winters, I freaked. I freaked out until I heard foot steps coming down the hall, Immediately trying to hide my scare. Thankfully they came from the opposite direction from the library. But what caught my attention was that Spike was with Twilight. "Spike, we need to figure out who gets guard detail at tonight's' event." Twilight was levetatiing several scrolls in her magic in front of her as she walked down the hall. "It's either going to be the Solar, Lunar, or the Crystal Empire. "Twilight, I keep telling you, just have them draw straws! Easy as that!" Spike and Twilight hadn't noticed me as they came into view yet, so I tried to hide a little better, but only drew their attention instead. "Oh, is this him? He smells weird." He gave me a dirty look. Twilight looked a little peeved still. "Yes... this is Argen Lupus. As I told you, he was the one who hospitalized Big Mac and knocked out Applejack." She lifted a board with some papers held to it with a metal clasp of some kind to view. "Now, with the seating, do you think Cranky and Matilda would-" "And it looks like Applejack got in a good kick." His eyes were on the blood imprint of her boot on my chest as he pointed it out"That looks rather nasty, did you get it looked at by any chance?" I smiled. "Oh, no, don't need to you see," I lifted up my tunic, showing my chest smooth and unmarred, except for a scar right over my heart. "Hardly any problem for me. But I have to admit, she does have one Hell of kick!" I let my garment fall back and leaned back against the wall again. "When did you say this happened twilight?" Spike looked to her. "He seems to be fine... and we both know how hard she kicks, he should be in critical care along with the rest of the jerk offs who tried to ruff her up last time." Twilight glanced up from the paperwork at me. "Um, it happened this afternoon, how are you even standing? You should be in the hospital..." They both shrugged and continued down the hall, leaving me to wonder how there were two Spikes' in the "Castle", considering how he was indeed a dragon and magically resistant like the rest of them. Like before, I heard another noise coming down the hall, thinking that guards were coming down due to the metallic clank of boots and armor. As the person rounded the corner, I knew immediately that I was in for a tumble. Applejack looked livid, I could cut the aggression with a knife, she was so angry. I could barely make out her muttering over the stomp of her boots, cursing me for how I had dealt with her and her brother earlier. As soon as she saw me, I could feel the focused rage target me. 'Yay. I'm going to have to deal with an incredibly strong hormonal farmer.' I thought as she came tromping at me. I put up my hands in mock submission. "Look, if this is about earlier, just know I had no idea who you were and you engaged me first! Go deal with your anger before talking to me again, or don't talk to me at all. I'm going to try and apologize to a person who has reality in her pocket apparently." She charged me and swung a left, catching me off guard and actually landing a blow, slamming me against the wall. "You damn varmit'! Ahm gunna rearrange yerr face fer wut ya put mah brother through! After ahm done with ya, tha crows won't know wut ta pick!" She began a barrage of blows and kicks in an attempt to get me, but I had ample time to get back up and dance around her obviously telegraphed moves. "You are obviously trying too hard, you need to get a grip before I have to repeat what happened earlier again!" All she did to respond was to continue her attempt. "You ignorant farmer, do you even know how to fight?" I quickly wrapped her in a bear hug and blocked her kicks, forcing her to stop struggling. "Do you concede or do I have to knock some sense into you?" I flung her away, getting a frustrated growl from her. I quickly darted forward and began to rain blows on her armored self, denting and warping the material. Her defensive stance was actually better than her offensive, forcing me to actually put some effort into getting through her defense. "Will you just stop it?!" I jabbed her stomach, forcing her to double over and try not to spill her breakfast. "You have been acting like a child since the first time I met you! What is wrong with you?!" I shifted my left hand, fur running out of my skin like quicksilver. "I will either get an answer out of you, or-" Another blast of magic slammed into me for the second time today, flinging me out of the window that I had noticed above me, also noticing finally that I had been a good distance above the ground. I had a moment of panic before I felt someone grab me from behind, slowing my decent a good amount. I looked up to find a rainbow haired female holding onto me, my cloak holding fast. I was thankful that I had bought a new one before arriving here, my last one had been damn near rags when I had bought this one! When I touched ground, I was immediately shoved forward by her, making me stumble a little bit. "What was that for?! you could have died if I hadn't been here to catch your ass! Do you have a death wish or something?!" The tone of her voice suggested that she was very displeased with how I was taking this. I turned around and gave her a credulous look. "You obviously don't know to whom you speak, I have jumped from higher and lived." She raised an eyebrow. "I'll believe that when I see it, for now though, don't try to pull a stunt like that!" By now she was waving her arms around and making gesture like pantomiming her words, probably one of her many qwerks. "Well, do you know Applejack?" She folded her arms over her chest. "Yeah, and I heard from Big Mac that you were the one who knocked her out. Tell me how you did it and I'll let you go, don't and I'll just grab you and start flying till you tell me!" Author's Note Packs are just like herds, but a little more limited, the most that can be in a Pack is five partners, most of the time it's a two males to three females ratio, but in his case it's a four females to one, very rare for this to happen. Sorry about the delay, I decided to take out a scene that I have to save for later, It's a fight scene tween Celestia and Argen. it had little to actually contribute till later, so it's going on the backburner till then! Born to Die, Raised to FightBren Rhed Huud The first thing I noticed was the wind. It was howling... In my ears. That's odd due to the fact that I know that I had been in the Redhood barracks the last time I went to bed. The second was that I had a full battle harness on, the silver/steel weapons weighing me down. I opened my eyes to find that I was on a cloud, which I for sure last time I checked was impossible. Thirdly, I was incredibly comfortable. By the hoods, I was soo comfortable. I think that the last time I was this relaxed was when I had been forced by my older sister to get... well the masseuse had been great. In the distance, I swore that I could hear some screaming. They sounded like they had done so before, their screams were clear and steady. Slowly, I rose to spy from whence the noise persisted. I was perturbed as to the location of said screams, an odd town of sylf and mages below me. The slyf were all trying to fly away from some commotion that had taken place at the edge of the town closest to a REALLY weird crystal castle. A closer inspection of the commotion revealed a silverish werewolf rampaging below. With a quick pat, I found that I had been fully equipped, even my family heirloom had been strapped on my back, the ancient great sword known as God Slayer. I tried to guess the distance that I would have to drop in order to land down there, with a shrug I tilted over the edge and aimed at the beast. I reached back and unhitched the sword from my back and prepared for the landing. A few seconds ticked by as I flew down in an intercepting angle towards the wolf, a bored expression clear on my face as I dropped. 'damn, this is going to hurt... eh, had worse.' With a great heave, I flung the sword straight into the beasts back, nearly cleaving it in twain. I tucked and prepared for the impact I had set up towards a cart full of cabbages and carrots, knowing full well how much this was going to hurt. with a crash and a really loud crack, I broke the carts suspension and wheels, rendering it useless. My whole chest and back hurt like I had been batted by a werewolf, I let out a groan and slowly rose up from the wreckage. I looked over to where the werewolf had last been, finding the sword stuck in the ground with a blood trail off to one side. I frowned, 'The silver content should have negated the vulf healing factor, let alone the fact that strike should have killed... Oh shit, it's the Silver wolf again.' I sighed and walked over to the braided sword, planting my feet and yanking it out of the ground. The screams had died down by now, few were doing so. I looked to the blood trail that had formed, following it would be child's play at this point due to the lighter color of dirt used for the road. The blood led off to the left, next to a few stalls and leading into a alleyway. There were scratch marks on the sides of the homes spattered with blood, trailing further into it. I shook my head, knowing full well that if I were to try and follow it into the closed way, I would be in for a deadly surprise. Instead, I opted for climbing onto a roof. I began to follow the trail into the back alley, noticing that the blood trail had begun to tapper off, the scratch marks were almost all I had to go by, by the time I reached the end of the trail leading into a forest. The tree line was nearly five hundred feet away, showing me a clear landscape and no werewolf. I cursed under my breath, lightly stomping my foot. A creaking sound began after I did so, I groaned in sync with the wood. With a light jump, I cleared the house before the roof gave way beneath me, a hole forming right where I had been standing. I sighed, reaching into my pocket and sheafing out a few wads of magi notes. With a silver dart, I nailed the scripts to the back door to the house. I nodded to myself, satisfied with the payment, and left the alleyway. I found that I had barely reached the end of the town, a bit closer to the crystal affront to nature than I wanted to be, but a bit closer to a pair of metal track that were parallel to each other over wooden planks. Off to the side I saw a raised platform with a small shed attached to it, a person with the strangest color of hair within. The color was that of fresh plucked daisies. Slowly, I walked up to the structure, eyeballing his hair. It was at this time that I noticed that I had my hunter mask on, a very hard piece of holy wood cured and treated to be nearly impossible to break by normal means. which meant that I had been parading around with a fairly terrifying look. fuck. It was at this time that the person inside the little hut to notice me and start screaming his head off and call for help. I quickly unsnapped the fastening that held it to my face and pulled off my mask, waving at him to calm down. "Hey, It's just a mask!" As he took notice of the fact that it was just a mask, he held his chest as if he had a heart problem, a dirty look focused on me. "Don't go and scare ponies like that, jerk!" I rolled my eyes and looked around before realizing what he had just said. "What?" I probably had that look again where if I don't get something I just blank out, like really hard. "What the hell did you say at the end of your sentence?" Another funny look. "Jerk, why?" I stalked forward. "I am pretty sure that you said 'Pony'. Now, normal people don't say that in conjecture to themselves or others around them, so I am going out on a limb here to ask if that is what every one here says that." i walked over to the small shed. "Now if that were true, that would mean that I happen to be in a rather interesting kerfuffle. Do you follow?" I heard foot steps coming up behind me, like someone whom had a rather bad day and tried not to cry. For some reason I had to put a label on every type of walking that I ever hear. this one time, my older brother had tried to sneak up on me and I had heard him over the party that had been going on and told him that he sounded like he was trying to imitate the wrong style of sneaking to come up from behind me. He had thrown me into the mead barrel anyway. The sobbing was probably tipped me off as to weather or not she had been in an argument or not, the angry huffs were another. Of course, I was not going to open that cage. I had barely turned around when I saw her. The red hair, the round face, her angry eyes... "Diana... ihr leben Diana..." I collapsed onto my knees, my heart stuttering as I raced to realize what I was seeing. It can't be... no. please no more.. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I sat there, wishing this could be true.
Once more under the moonlightAuthor's Note hai, BigBad here, finally got the OK from my bro to do this, My very own crossover from the RedHood verse where werewolves try to eek out a living between "cleansings" by RedHoods and other warring clans among them and dealing with the few rouges that cause panics and stir up hate towards the misunderstood beings. Once more under the moonlight The first thing I noticed that was majorly different was the fact that a few of the people that were here flew. they just fucking flew around like it was normal for people to just do so. The next was that quite a few also performed magic to help others. Mages that actually helped. That second part baffled me. Sorry, my name is Agren Lupus, and I am a werewolf. or more specifically a SilverWolf, a mythical being who would be immune to the effects of silver and nearly impossible to kill. Anything short of beheading and incinerating my entire body, It is very hard to kill me. Anywho, I was wandering down a street in some town that seemed a little too at ease with flying people and mages casting all willy-nily, wearing my signature cloak and wraps when I ran into a rather... excited woman. Another thing I noticed was the hair. they all had colored hair. every shade of the rainbow. Like they all had that kind of coin! The woman in front of me had pink hair. PINK! Where other than a slapped cheek do you get that color?! I stood there wondering what she was saying, it was like listening to one of those gramophone-thingies go on when you twist it too fast. "HithereIwaswatchingyouandIwaswonderingifIeversawyoubeforeandIwaswonderingifyouwanttohaveapartyandhtenIthoughtwellpinkieeveryonelikestohaveaparty!andthenyoucameintotownthenIdecidedtoseeyouandaskhowyouwantedapartythenyouseemedsurprisedbyourhairthenIcameuptoyouandthenIrealizedthatIdefinatelydon'tknowyouandnowIgettomakeyouawelcometoponyvillparty!" I stood there, wondering what in the name of the moon I just heard. I looked her over a few times to check if she was on any herbs or anything of the sort. A quick wiff of her face and I could tell the amount of sugar she had recently ingested and the amount of unfamiliar peoples scents on her. How she was still functioning was a mystery. She quickly backed off when I did that. "What are you doing that for mister?" She still had a smile on, but was subdued and curious in its luster. "Do I smell funny?" I looked her up and down again, finally noticing the things she wore, a pink shirt and a blue skirt and some weird foot coverings. Looking around, I found that every one around had similar or ones just like the others. I finally turned back to her. "You eat too much sugar." I walked around her and continued down the road to where I thought the local market was. I only walked a few feet before she appeared in front of me again. I had less than a second to avoid hitting her as her angry face filled my vision. "Now, you listen here mister, that was rude and you need to-whoa!" I lifted her up and walked over to a bench that was on the side of the road and sat her on it. "Don't bother me, I'm not one for prostitutes." I continued on my way to the market place, wondering if there were other like that to worry about. I heard her sputter and mutter to herself about how I was being a 'meanie' pants. What self respecting adult says such pupish things? I shook my head and continued. The people around all had different hair color, I couldn't get over that one fact. My hair was silver due to the fact that I was born this way and had to hide it, what could all of the people around me be trying to say about their lives? That they could afford this? A waste of resources. As I entered the market, I immediately found two problems; first there were no meats, and second there were no cloth vendors. Vegetable vendors only had at most three different types at their stall, while fruit vendors specialized in only one fruit. No. Meat. I started to wander around the market for a farmer of any other kind when I came across a rather odd sight. A man of what appeared to be at least seven feet in height and rather strong musculature stood behind a cart that sold apples. It had Five different types of apples available. I walked over to the cart and began to browse the selection, drawing the attention of the seller who I can only assume to be his... wife. She wore some kind of hat that was oddly shaped and some odd clothes as well. Most of the color she wore was orange, thankfully her hair was blond as was the large mans'. She nodded to me and smiled. "What can ah do fer ya pardner?" I stared at her as I tried to decipher what she had said. "What?" I looked to her husband who had begun to take notice of us. "Excuse me, but I have no idea what you have tried to say. Ma'am, just let me talk to you're husband and let someone else who I would at least understand talk to me." I motioned towards the big man behind her. She gave me a look like I had just pissed in her mead. "Now you listen here, that there is mah brother and ah will not tolerate any sort of those accusations! Ah would appreciate an apology before ah haf'ta sic em on ya fer them there words you be spewin'" I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow. "Why would I apologize to someone who is threatening me?" She grew read at my last comment and waved her brother over. "Big Mac', teach this here varmit some manners." By this time I noticed a crowd had formed around us about ten feet across, just enough to let us brawl if needed. I noticed that 'Big Mac' had come around the cart and had rolled up his sleeves and was beginning to roll his neck. His voice was deeper than I expected, almost as deep as my friend Dunlok Orstonson. "Now ah'd like fer you ta apologize 'fore ah have ta do this, cause you jus' might end up in'a hospital afterwards." I gave him an incredulous look. "How was I supposed to know that she was you sister? You two barely look anything alike! Beside, I just got here and would like to not put any one in a 'hospital'. What is a "hospital" anyway?" They looked at me like I had said something stupid. "What? I have no idea where in the name of the moon I am!" The next thing I saw was Big Mac's left fist coming at my head, which I quickly dodged and allowed to pass by. He immediately followed up with a right hook, which I caught at the elbow and twisted, causing him t loose his balance and fall to his knee in front of me. The look of surprise he gave me lasted up to my first punch on his back, the sound of breaking ribs was painfully audible as his look turned to anguish. The second hit was a little bit lower than my other, breaking a few more ribs, ripping a scream from his mouth. out of the corner of my eye, I saw the blond from the cart vault over it and come at me. I dropped Big Mac and turned towards her, bracing for a punch. she took three steps and lashed out with a kick that I barely saw coming. The next thing I knew I was looking up from the wreckage of another stall, I felt more than saw her coming at me for another round. I quickly got up from the broken cart earning me a gasp from the crowd. As I stood up I saw her stop and stare at me, allowing me to quickly run right next to her and deliver a snapping blow to her head, easily knocking her unconscious. As she dropped like a sack of potatoes, I turned to Big Mac as he slowly stood up from where I had left him, his eyes landing on his sister and glancing between both of us. "She kick you?" I was surprised that he could talk with the injuries I had given him. I slowly nodded and walked over to him. He sighed and shook his head. I offered a hand to him as he rose to his full height, earning a bit of respect from me. "I kinda had to knock her out, what's her name?" he reached and shook my hand as we stood there. "Applejack. How'd you get back up after that wallop she give you?" his neutral expression getting him more points in my book. I let go of his hand and looked down at the mark on my chest outlining the boot print that had been placed there by Applejack. Blood had managed to soak through, marking around the impact area and made a rather good show of it. the blue material made the blood look darker. "Oh, well lets just say I can deal with worse than this. besides we need to get you to a healer. come on, I think I broke at least four or five ribs." After getting to the "hospital" that they kept raving about, I and the rest of them had dropped off Big Mac and his sister to the care of the healers there. apparently it's where they keep their healers for emergencies. With that done I had decided to go back to the market despite their whining about how critically injured I could be from getting "Bucked" by Applejack. Apparently she and Big Mac did that to trees that they got the apples from. Wow. I had also figured out where the hell I had found myself in. The whole continent was apparently called "Equestria". Really stupid name if you ask me. I mean, who names a kingdom after horses?! To the north is the crystal empire, after that you run into Yakyakistan, to the south is the fucking DRAGON LANDS! Then off on the next continent is some place called Zebrica, then Neighpon on the other side. Weird people. As it turns out I am in another plane of existence. the only up side is the fact that the Lunar queen is here as well. Or, the person here that is the equivalent of her. the only up side to all of this was the fact that there were no Redhoods here. Yay. I was sitting in the library of this great big crystal castle (I shit you not), when I heard someone coming closer to where I had been sitting. I looked up to find the local princess (Apparently they were immortal somehow) frowning at me. I could taste the displeasure and scorn coming off her, And her pet ( I Shit you Not!) dragon along for the ride. she stopped a few feet away and crossed her arms. "I hear you were the one who knocked my friend Applejack out." I looked back and forth between the dragon and her. "Well, when you put-" "You also called my friend Pinkie Pie a Prostitute." "Who?" I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow. Her scowl deepened. "The one with the pink hair that you manhandled. Also, if your going to check out that book, I'm going to need some identification." "Idenafa-what?"
why I hate magesI had been arguing with the "Princess" for what seemed to be an hour when the dragon of hers decided to interrupt us. Apparently his name is Spike. Also did I mention the little fucker was a DRAGON? As He separated us by butting in between us, followed by shoving us apart. Apparently we had been getting loud enough to bother people outside. One of them had even made it inside by the looks of it, a purple and blue haired woman stood in the doorway that they had probably come through. I scowled and tried to walk out of the place, but was picked up in a purple field of magic. 'What was with these people and their colors?! Magic isn't supposed to have a color unless you have some elvish ancestry!' I felt for my magic as well and decided to just brute my way out, not even bothering with the runes inked on my back. "Let go of me before I have to do something neither of us would like." I looked back, glaring at her. Spike cleared his throat again. "Twilight, we need to go and get ready for the tea party that the other princesses had called for." He waved a scroll under her nose. "You need to make a list of people to come and attend you know?" after he didn't get a response from her, still glowering at me, he frowned and slapped the scroll to his claw careful not to cut it to ribbons. "I guess I'll just let Pinkie do it if you're not interested..." The reaction was immediate as soon as he said "Pinkie", she gasped and dropped me to the floor. She quickly grabbed the scroll from Spike and freaking flew out the door that the female with the weird purple hair was in. Spike sighed and shook his head. "Dude, if you don't apologize to Pinkie, she might start pranking you. Then Rainbow Dash would jump in and help her with them to the point to where they become damn near deadly. Besides, she doesn't sleep around the town, she's just a huger. A very enthusiastic huger." He walked over to me and slapped my shoulder. "And as for Applejack, shes been... sorta having to deal with a few more unsavory characters over the past few weeks along with having to deal with some new problems, that's why she needed Big Mac for backup lately, some of them had friends in low places. Come on, we need to get you squared away with some paperwork before you take the book outa here." I stood there wondering how he had known that most of the conflicts I had today were accidental, I had barely said anything in my defense other than a few snippets about what had happened. I watched him get closer to the door before I decided to follow, leaving the book back in its place. As we walked through the hall, I decided to ask a few questions. "Spike, where in the name of the moon am I?" He stopped and gave me a funny look. "You're in Ponyville, why wouldn't you know that?" "Why, In the name of the moon would someone call a place 'Ponyville'? That's a really stupid name." A thought crossed my mind, I stopped beside him, crossing my arms. "What Is the name of This countries leaders? I seem to be at a loss here for that little tidbit of information." Her smiled again, that annoying knowing smile that a few people I hated got when they had something over me. "Well, there is Celestia, the elder sister of the goddess who also controls the sun. Then there is her younger sister, Luna, Who controls the moon-" "Bullshit, she couldn't possibly be here! I had it on good authority that she wouldn't be here for the next hundred!" I was truly shocked, my goddess had come early to the mortal plane once again, with her sister no less! "I can't be seen by her! You won't tell her I'm here would you?!" I grabbed his shoulders and made him face me. "She can't know I'm here, Or I'll-" "Sir Spike, whom art thou speaking to?" A sweet melodic voice I had heard communed with a few times in the past rang though the hall behind me. Dread flooded me, freezing me solid to the spot. Spike was looking at me like I was crazy. "It's that guy we were talking about earlier, the one who had broke Big Macs' ribs after-" I spun around and dropped him, leveling my gaze at the Woman who stood there. Her hair glistened with midnight, her eyes full of wisdom. The silver crown upon her head glistened with the days light, her gown flowed with her bodice accentuating her curves. I slowly stalked towards her and began to growl deep in my chest. "Well met under the moonlight, I find thee a morsel of exquisite beauty, oh Goddess. You Wolf bids you welcome to the mortal realm once more." She gave me a peculiar look and frowned. "Who art thou?... We doth not know thy name, pray tell, give Us this so that We may greet thou properly." "Argen Lupus. We art known as Argen Lupus, my moon." I swept forth and greeted her, rubbing my side along hers. I buried face into her hair, inhaling her scent. She smelled of fields of Moonflowers and wolves, just as I had thought she would. "We art blessed to find you once again Luna Ferr Lupa... your scent is exquisite, Me thinks you would be best served with a keg of Muur lune meed, and a flank of wild stag..." I rumbled in my chest as the scent of her need flooded my nose. "W-w-we, Ah!" I had wrapped around behind her and had begun to rub up against her when a blast had ripped me into a wall, making her startle. I had hit the wall and slid down, feeling it crack slightly on impact. I griped the back of my head and ribs to check for blood, finding none, I relaxed into a sitting position. I noticed that the one who had hit me had been the woman from earlier. Obviously a mage by the way she held out her hands out like she was throwing something. "You keep you hands off the Princess! Oh Princess Luna, did he hurt you?!" She rushed over to where Luna had fallen to her knees, a blush clear across her face. "Princess Luna?" As she came up to her, her face went from worried, to confused, to embarrassed as realization dawned to her, the smell obvious to her less sensitive nose. I stood up and began to trudge over to the door she had come through. I grumbled and glared at her as I felt the rib that had dislocated snap back, making me wince. "The least you could have done was ask for context as to what was going on before over reacting like that, mage." I opened the door and slammed it on the way out.
Why I hide from the moonRealization slowly dawned on me as I left the library, how I had acted as soon as I had seen my Goddess. I had done everything that I had sworn not to do when we were to meet. The haze lifted from my mind, I slowly collapsed against a wall. I gripped my skull in an attempt to come to term with what I had done. I had been ready to leave my Pack in mere seconds within just Seeing her! The shawoman that I had talked to in my tribe had tried to warn me, but little did I actually heed her word. I did what I hadn't done in seven winters, I freaked. I freaked out until I heard foot steps coming down the hall, Immediately trying to hide my scare. Thankfully they came from the opposite direction from the library. But what caught my attention was that Spike was with Twilight. "Spike, we need to figure out who gets guard detail at tonight's' event." Twilight was levetatiing several scrolls in her magic in front of her as she walked down the hall. "It's either going to be the Solar, Lunar, or the Crystal Empire. "Twilight, I keep telling you, just have them draw straws! Easy as that!" Spike and Twilight hadn't noticed me as they came into view yet, so I tried to hide a little better, but only drew their attention instead. "Oh, is this him? He smells weird." He gave me a dirty look. Twilight looked a little peeved still. "Yes... this is Argen Lupus. As I told you, he was the one who hospitalized Big Mac and knocked out Applejack." She lifted a board with some papers held to it with a metal clasp of some kind to view. "Now, with the seating, do you think Cranky and Matilda would-" "And it looks like Applejack got in a good kick." His eyes were on the blood imprint of her boot on my chest as he pointed it out"That looks rather nasty, did you get it looked at by any chance?" I smiled. "Oh, no, don't need to you see," I lifted up my tunic, showing my chest smooth and unmarred, except for a scar right over my heart. "Hardly any problem for me. But I have to admit, she does have one Hell of kick!" I let my garment fall back and leaned back against the wall again. "When did you say this happened twilight?" Spike looked to her. "He seems to be fine... and we both know how hard she kicks, he should be in critical care along with the rest of the jerk offs who tried to ruff her up last time." Twilight glanced up from the paperwork at me. "Um, it happened this afternoon, how are you even standing? You should be in the hospital..." They both shrugged and continued down the hall, leaving me to wonder how there were two Spikes' in the "Castle", considering how he was indeed a dragon and magically resistant like the rest of them. Like before, I heard another noise coming down the hall, thinking that guards were coming down due to the metallic clank of boots and armor. As the person rounded the corner, I knew immediately that I was in for a tumble. Applejack looked livid, I could cut the aggression with a knife, she was so angry. I could barely make out her muttering over the stomp of her boots, cursing me for how I had dealt with her and her brother earlier. As soon as she saw me, I could feel the focused rage target me. 'Yay. I'm going to have to deal with an incredibly strong hormonal farmer.' I thought as she came tromping at me. I put up my hands in mock submission. "Look, if this is about earlier, just know I had no idea who you were and you engaged me first! Go deal with your anger before talking to me again, or don't talk to me at all. I'm going to try and apologize to a person who has reality in her pocket apparently." She charged me and swung a left, catching me off guard and actually landing a blow, slamming me against the wall. "You damn varmit'! Ahm gunna rearrange yerr face fer wut ya put mah brother through! After ahm done with ya, tha crows won't know wut ta pick!" She began a barrage of blows and kicks in an attempt to get me, but I had ample time to get back up and dance around her obviously telegraphed moves. "You are obviously trying too hard, you need to get a grip before I have to repeat what happened earlier again!" All she did to respond was to continue her attempt. "You ignorant farmer, do you even know how to fight?" I quickly wrapped her in a bear hug and blocked her kicks, forcing her to stop struggling. "Do you concede or do I have to knock some sense into you?" I flung her away, getting a frustrated growl from her. I quickly darted forward and began to rain blows on her armored self, denting and warping the material. Her defensive stance was actually better than her offensive, forcing me to actually put some effort into getting through her defense. "Will you just stop it?!" I jabbed her stomach, forcing her to double over and try not to spill her breakfast. "You have been acting like a child since the first time I met you! What is wrong with you?!" I shifted my left hand, fur running out of my skin like quicksilver. "I will either get an answer out of you, or-" Another blast of magic slammed into me for the second time today, flinging me out of the window that I had noticed above me, also noticing finally that I had been a good distance above the ground. I had a moment of panic before I felt someone grab me from behind, slowing my decent a good amount. I looked up to find a rainbow haired female holding onto me, my cloak holding fast. I was thankful that I had bought a new one before arriving here, my last one had been damn near rags when I had bought this one! When I touched ground, I was immediately shoved forward by her, making me stumble a little bit. "What was that for?! you could have died if I hadn't been here to catch your ass! Do you have a death wish or something?!" The tone of her voice suggested that she was very displeased with how I was taking this. I turned around and gave her a credulous look. "You obviously don't know to whom you speak, I have jumped from higher and lived." She raised an eyebrow. "I'll believe that when I see it, for now though, don't try to pull a stunt like that!" By now she was waving her arms around and making gesture like pantomiming her words, probably one of her many qwerks. "Well, do you know Applejack?" She folded her arms over her chest. "Yeah, and I heard from Big Mac that you were the one who knocked her out. Tell me how you did it and I'll let you go, don't and I'll just grab you and start flying till you tell me!" Author's Note Packs are just like herds, but a little more limited, the most that can be in a Pack is five partners, most of the time it's a two males to three females ratio, but in his case it's a four females to one, very rare for this to happen. Sorry about the delay, I decided to take out a scene that I have to save for later, It's a fight scene tween Celestia and Argen. it had little to actually contribute till later, so it's going on the backburner till then!
Born to Die, Raised to FightBren Rhed Huud The first thing I noticed was the wind. It was howling... In my ears. That's odd due to the fact that I know that I had been in the Redhood barracks the last time I went to bed. The second was that I had a full battle harness on, the silver/steel weapons weighing me down. I opened my eyes to find that I was on a cloud, which I for sure last time I checked was impossible. Thirdly, I was incredibly comfortable. By the hoods, I was soo comfortable. I think that the last time I was this relaxed was when I had been forced by my older sister to get... well the masseuse had been great. In the distance, I swore that I could hear some screaming. They sounded like they had done so before, their screams were clear and steady. Slowly, I rose to spy from whence the noise persisted. I was perturbed as to the location of said screams, an odd town of sylf and mages below me. The slyf were all trying to fly away from some commotion that had taken place at the edge of the town closest to a REALLY weird crystal castle. A closer inspection of the commotion revealed a silverish werewolf rampaging below. With a quick pat, I found that I had been fully equipped, even my family heirloom had been strapped on my back, the ancient great sword known as God Slayer. I tried to guess the distance that I would have to drop in order to land down there, with a shrug I tilted over the edge and aimed at the beast. I reached back and unhitched the sword from my back and prepared for the landing. A few seconds ticked by as I flew down in an intercepting angle towards the wolf, a bored expression clear on my face as I dropped. 'damn, this is going to hurt... eh, had worse.' With a great heave, I flung the sword straight into the beasts back, nearly cleaving it in twain. I tucked and prepared for the impact I had set up towards a cart full of cabbages and carrots, knowing full well how much this was going to hurt. with a crash and a really loud crack, I broke the carts suspension and wheels, rendering it useless. My whole chest and back hurt like I had been batted by a werewolf, I let out a groan and slowly rose up from the wreckage. I looked over to where the werewolf had last been, finding the sword stuck in the ground with a blood trail off to one side. I frowned, 'The silver content should have negated the vulf healing factor, let alone the fact that strike should have killed... Oh shit, it's the Silver wolf again.' I sighed and walked over to the braided sword, planting my feet and yanking it out of the ground. The screams had died down by now, few were doing so. I looked to the blood trail that had formed, following it would be child's play at this point due to the lighter color of dirt used for the road. The blood led off to the left, next to a few stalls and leading into a alleyway. There were scratch marks on the sides of the homes spattered with blood, trailing further into it. I shook my head, knowing full well that if I were to try and follow it into the closed way, I would be in for a deadly surprise. Instead, I opted for climbing onto a roof. I began to follow the trail into the back alley, noticing that the blood trail had begun to tapper off, the scratch marks were almost all I had to go by, by the time I reached the end of the trail leading into a forest. The tree line was nearly five hundred feet away, showing me a clear landscape and no werewolf. I cursed under my breath, lightly stomping my foot. A creaking sound began after I did so, I groaned in sync with the wood. With a light jump, I cleared the house before the roof gave way beneath me, a hole forming right where I had been standing. I sighed, reaching into my pocket and sheafing out a few wads of magi notes. With a silver dart, I nailed the scripts to the back door to the house. I nodded to myself, satisfied with the payment, and left the alleyway. I found that I had barely reached the end of the town, a bit closer to the crystal affront to nature than I wanted to be, but a bit closer to a pair of metal track that were parallel to each other over wooden planks. Off to the side I saw a raised platform with a small shed attached to it, a person with the strangest color of hair within. The color was that of fresh plucked daisies. Slowly, I walked up to the structure, eyeballing his hair. It was at this time that I noticed that I had my hunter mask on, a very hard piece of holy wood cured and treated to be nearly impossible to break by normal means. which meant that I had been parading around with a fairly terrifying look. fuck. It was at this time that the person inside the little hut to notice me and start screaming his head off and call for help. I quickly unsnapped the fastening that held it to my face and pulled off my mask, waving at him to calm down. "Hey, It's just a mask!" As he took notice of the fact that it was just a mask, he held his chest as if he had a heart problem, a dirty look focused on me. "Don't go and scare ponies like that, jerk!" I rolled my eyes and looked around before realizing what he had just said. "What?" I probably had that look again where if I don't get something I just blank out, like really hard. "What the hell did you say at the end of your sentence?" Another funny look. "Jerk, why?" I stalked forward. "I am pretty sure that you said 'Pony'. Now, normal people don't say that in conjecture to themselves or others around them, so I am going out on a limb here to ask if that is what every one here says that." i walked over to the small shed. "Now if that were true, that would mean that I happen to be in a rather interesting kerfuffle. Do you follow?" I heard foot steps coming up behind me, like someone whom had a rather bad day and tried not to cry. For some reason I had to put a label on every type of walking that I ever hear. this one time, my older brother had tried to sneak up on me and I had heard him over the party that had been going on and told him that he sounded like he was trying to imitate the wrong style of sneaking to come up from behind me. He had thrown me into the mead barrel anyway. The sobbing was probably tipped me off as to weather or not she had been in an argument or not, the angry huffs were another. Of course, I was not going to open that cage. I had barely turned around when I saw her. The red hair, the round face, her angry eyes... "Diana... ihr leben Diana..." I collapsed onto my knees, my heart stuttering as I raced to realize what I was seeing. It can't be... no. please no more.. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I sat there, wishing this could be true.
