Lord Despair's Scrapbook

In the far future

My glowing white eyes stared at the river as the current ran like the ever blowing wind, I simply sat at it's edge just watching the dark water burble and eddy past the outcrop of stones. I sat like that for a few long, silent minutes, lost in remembrance as the cool summer breeze gently brush against my worn rotting wooden frame my long moss mane swing in the said breeze. Voices and faces long since past filled what one would call my ears.... a small smile crack in my wooden muzzle, I close my glowing eyes holding onto the faces so many memories such fond memories they are, even now in my old age I still could recall them clearly Rainbow Dash that old hag was a bitch to the end, Twilight Sparkle she's a fool only just a bigger fool now........that arrogant bastard of an prince, Blueblood better known as Blueballs so many others come to mind.....but there only one face I truly wish to see one last time the face of my love oh how I miss her tis seem only yesterday when we first meet at this very same river how I long to hold her in my thorny paws one more time feel her soft silky fur against my rough wooden hide. I let out a sigh it won't be long now, soon my darling soon I will join you in the great forest in the sky but there's something I must take care of first......

''Come on out tis bad manners to stalk a wolf'' I called out to my 'guest' refusing to turn away from the river.

No answer

''I know you're there, I been smelling your stinking hind all the way from town''

Still no answer

I felt another weak smile crack in my rotting wood ''Fine be like that, there's nothing stopping me from contacting Celestia and Luna~

A deep growl echo all round me attempting to frighten me with pure intimation

''Oh what an terrorizing growl I'm shaking in my roots'' I mockingly laugh '' What's wrong scared of some petty ponies'' I could see ''it's'' smokie reflection in the water as it lurked behind me.

''GrRrR DoN't mOcK Us OlD fOoL wE cOuLd kIlL yOu WhErE yOu StAnD'' growled a sweet voice

''Hen I'm sure you could but then again I will be gone soon enough plus it's not your style to do something that would do me some good eh'' I said smugly ''Besides I had always known that you'll would come for me eventually''

''YeS yOu ArE cOrReCt On MaNy CoUnTs oAkFaNg, We wOUld RaTheR you SUffer LiKe tHe DoG yOU ArE tHeN tO HeLP yUO aNd Of CoURsE wE CoMe FoR YOu wE AlWaYs CoMe To TakE WhaT is OURS!!!'' said the sweet voice mirthfully

''Hmm perhaps yet you forget I'm haven't been 'yours' for how long......ah yes 1052 years maybe more maybe less'' I said with an wolfish chuckle taking out my pipe ''you mind if I smoke?''

''No OaKfAnG oNce yOuR MiNe YoU'lL aLwAyS MiNe, YoUr TiMe Of FrEeDoM Is aT An EnD'' Said the sweet voice darkly

''Ah go choke on Discord's cock why don't ya'' said I nonchalantly lighting up my pipe for an drag

''WhaT!!!!!! DID't You JUst SAy To Us'' Screech the sweet voice ''Do YoU WanT tO DiE''

Taking an slow n deep drag from the pipe the smoke leaking out from the cracks in my rotting wood ''Nevermore'' I said I could hear ''it'' finch at it's name ''It won't be long now....... my time is at an ending before I go, can you do me one favor and one favor only?''

''ThAt DePeNds On JuST WhAT tHIs'' I could hear the grimace on Nevermore's ''face'', ''FaVoR enTalEs''

Taking another drag from the pipe ''I wish to tell you a story''

''An StOrY???'' Nevermore asked in confusion ''ThAT's iT An StOrY, No Trickery; no InSanE PlaNs; no DeMaNd's Of PoWer... BiTs.... MaRes juSt A Story''

I nodded taking one last drag  ''Yes, just a story and an story only why should I try to play you Nevermore I am dieing as it is what need I would have of power, bits even mares the only mare I ever wanted died years ago''

''TrUe BuT wHatS StoPiNg Me fRoM SiMplY TaKiNg YoU iNsTead'' 'smiled' Nevermore it's 'eyes' give off a knowing look

''Nothing absolutely nothing but even you would at least grant an old dying wolf his last request'' I said putting my pipe away closing my eyes waiting for the elemental spirit to make 'it' move.

For the first time in 'it's' life Nevermore didn't know what to do, here in front of him the old n rotting dying form of an weaken wolf the only....the only wolf who ever abandon 'it' and ''it's' powers for the promise of an different no better life all those years ago who had fought 'it's' control and power over him only to submit himself for an willing 'ear,' ''It's must be some trick.... what is Oakfang's angle'' 'it' thought but as the spirit looked at the old Timber wolf 'it' could only feel pity for the old wolf, here before 'it' sat an broken being that once stared down the odds and win an being who dare to break all ties with his kin to live among those who would cage him and try to destroy him an being who felled for the love of his life only to outlive her in the end. Finally it made a decision that 'it' never did before, Nevermore give the old wolf a smile as 'it' sat next to him by the water's edge

'' Thou It's noT mY WaY, I'lL ShAlL GRant YOu tHis One ReQuEst OakFanG, teLL mE YouR StoRy''

''Thank you Nevermore'' I said opening my glowing white eyes giving my ancient enemy a wide simile that near cause my face wood to crack badly'' This is an tale of an mare and an Timber wolf, it all started many years ago in The Everfree..............