Undead and Still Charmless as Ever

Introductions:

A long desperate groan/ moan could be heard emitting from the cold hard ground. If one dares approach the sound they'd come to a ditch, and overlooking it, only a foot down or so, laid the body of one of the most renowned ponies in Equestria. A white unicorn with a raggedy golden mane. It's difficult to say those two words together, but it was true, though, this stallion's mane only hours before shine bright and his elegant collar near and ironed, now was torn and dirtied. He was caked in mud, which competed with the amounts of powder and concoctions that the mates of court he surrounded himself with covered their own blemishes with. Only a fraction of his ebony coat could be seen, for amongst the dirt and crime from the Dutch he had found himself in, blood had pooled about his neck, and now encrusted into his fur, it mingled with the dirt and soil.

What became of this once promising young prince-ling? How did he come to be here, lifeless and cold? Don't worry, he's not dead, at least, not yet, not really. To the former inquisition, the answer is simple, he has joined the ranks of the undead, as for the latter... it is a short story, rude, snobbish prince insults the wrong elderly pony. It's not the first time this has happened, nor it seems, will it be the last. How ever he got there, there was one clear thing, he would have a long way to go to adjust to this new way of life.

I hope you don't pity him though, we all know he deserved it, he had it coming to him for a long time.