Armored Demon Of Equestria

Zajar stood at a table staring at......a lizard or something the ponies called a dragon. The dragon itself had purple skin, a green underbelly, green spikes, green fin-like ears and green eyes. The dragon was staring at him in wonder even as Twilight slept upstairs. Zajar must admit he didn't expect the purple one to invite him to stay at her house even though he saved the town. He could still see the mistrust in her eyes of him but there was slight fear and that was better than the other day. Zajar also remembered how he met this dragon. By that he means as soon as Spike saw him, he grabbed a frying pan and slammed it into Zajar face only for his eyes to go wide when he saw the frying pan completely bent.

Twilight scolded the young dragon and made him apologize which Zajar replied back in the demon tongue which, of course, caused Spike to cock his head to the side before walking off and muttering something about Twilight and her friends always find the weird ones. This was yesterday and now the two were staring at each other. Spike warmed up to Zajar slightly. Especially when he lay down on the guest bed only for it to break causing Spike to laugh so hard he couldn't breathe while Twilight scolded him again and this was all yesterday.

"So.......Twilight says you a demon." Spike awkwardly said trying to strike up a conversation.

Zajar nodded his head yes.

"You can understand us but not speak our language."

Once again Zajar nodded his head yes. 'This is really getting annoying.' Zajar thought. The two looked up when they heard the door to the library open. Glancing over the two saw the Cutie Mark Crusaders who were looking at Zajar. 'What are they up to?'

"Hey Spike, 'Zajar'." Sweetie Belle spoke with a big empshis on Zajar name.

Zajar just raised an eyebrow at them.

"Hey, Spike want to go somewhere?" Scootaloo asked with a smirk.

Zajar and Spike shared a glance at each other.

As they walked through the dark forest, Zajar couldn’t help but stare incredulously at the three fillies and dragon trembling by his feet. Ever since they had entered the Everfree Forest, they had been looking around, shivering in what Zajar could only assume was fear. Apparently the forest made them feel uneasy. Zajar couldn’t see it, however. The forest looked normal, maybe a little on the dark and creepy side, but besides that it felt normal to him.

Zajar poked Spike in the shoulder causing him to jump in fright while the three fillies laughed at him. Spike glanced up at him which Zajar simply pointed. It seemed Spike got the question.

“Just a little further,” the young drake said, glancing around at the surrounding trees for the umpteenth time. He was practically glued to Zajar leg. All four of them flinched when a low growl sounded out close by. Zajar froze, his senses going on overdrive. Swiveling his head looking for what made th sound. There were several tense seconds of silence, followed by another low growl.

“Scootaloo, I thought I told ya tah eat before we left,” Applebloom whispered, her backside pressed up against my leg. “Tell ya stomach tah knock it off.”

“T-that wasn’t me,” Scootaloo said, her wings hanging limp at her sides. Both girls turned to look at Sweetie Belle. She looked back and forth between the two of them before shaking her head. If it wasn’t any of them, that what was it? Zajar glanced down at Spike only to see he was staring at something over behind him, his pupils were shrunken and his mouth was hanging open. Zajar stared at the horror look on his face.

Zajar heard something rustled in the vegetation behind him. He suddenly became aware of the fact that it was almost deathly quiet: the birds had stopped singing.  Zajar turned to see what it was.

Three large creatures were slowly emerging out from the underbrush. The beasts were huge; looming over Zajar by at least 2 feet. They looked like someone had taken a giant lion and slapped a pair of bat wings, and a scorpion tail onto it. All three of them were glaring down at them, a hungry look in their blood red eyes. Their mouths were open, fangs gleaming in the dim light as drool fell to the forest floor below. As Zajar stared them, he was dimly aware of his companions pressing up against his legs, and the sound of whimpering reached his ears.

The creatures growled again, sending a shiver through the little ones which Zajar felt in his leg. Zajar didn't feel fear at these things but was more curious than anything. One of the manticores, the one on the right, snarled, cracking its tail behind it causing Zajar right to clench into a fist as his eyes narrowed.

"I knew it was a bad idea to go to Zecora's." Spike commented as the four gripped Zajar leg tighter causing him to glance down at them.

Juukav leave ul fillieuk agh run. Lat saib waavch while avheausan ayh beaumn devourun. (Just leave the fillies and run. You can watch while they are being devoured.)

Zajar wanted to argue with the voice within his body, but he couldn't help but feel it would be fun. Zajar took a step back only to look down when he saw the dragon and fillies still standing there. They were too busy staring up at the manticores, trembling in terror. The lead manticore tired of waiting pounced towards its meal. The four stood there with wide eyes as it was within a few feet of them with its claws swinging down at them. Before the claws reached them, Zajar fist flew over the three heads and slammed into its face causing it be sent flying backwards where it slammed into a tree then slammed down onto the ground with its head resting against it knocked out with blood dripping down its maw.

The other two manticores glanced back to their friend and slowly turned back to their meal. Spike blinked a few more times and glanced up at Zajar who stepped in front of them acting like a shield so the beasts couldn't get to them. Thr manticore felt sweat dripping down their faces. This thing was outnumbered by two yet it didn't show any fear. They felt fear themselves as they stared at its eyes. The two manticores shared a glance with each other and ran over to their fallen comrade. Lifting him up the two ran off.

"I never saw manticores run before." Spike commented with eyes wide and in amazement despite the fact just a few minute ago was terrified.

Zajar just stared at the running things to make sure they were gone. Once sastified he turned to the four with a stern expression though they couldn't really see cause of the armor on his face. They could still see it in his eyes. "I take it your mad?" A nod yes.

"We can still go see Zecora?"

Zajar shook his head no causing the four to become crestfallen. "Mah sister is goin to kill me."

Zajar shook his head no then simply raised a finger to his mouth showing them it was going to be quite. The four smiled as they began to follow him back to Ponyville.

The five were more relaxed since they exited the forest. Zajar simply watched the three fillies run off while he and Spike walked back to the library. "So......ever played a card game?"

Zajar stared at him and shook his head no causing thew dragon to chuckle. The two reached the library and opened it to see something new. Zajar saw Twilight along with two other guests.

One of them, the largest, had a radiant white coat, a mark of a glorious sun, yet its tail and mane were the most fascinating. They reminded Zajar heavily of the Aurora Borealis; a mix of pink, blue and green that flowed in an unseen wind. The other horse, though smaller, looked no less… majestic. It had a dark blue coat and a mark of a crescent moon. Its mane and tail was also quite interesting, this one looking like a view into a gorgeous night sky, littered with stars and hemmed by a flowing blue outline.

Zajar also noticed a yellow orb of magic coming at him.