Rizzicks adventures into equestria

Blood poured out of Rizzick's arm as the ritual to merge with his soul key neared its ending. Rizzick began morphing into a hulking star patterned tigerlorn. Six hundred pounds of muscle standing on all fours nearly eight feet tall. The blood began drying on his new form as the shaman leered at the bent over Vinoan, who fell over exhausted from hunting every day to feed the village that saved his life. The newly formed tigerlorn struggled to stand on his new legs. He raised his head to glare at the dark caster who was smiling in turn a vicious cruel smile.

The shaman smiled "Rizzick the ritual is complete I have finally made you my master piece."

"What have you done shaman.." growled softly as the tigerlorn stared at the shaman.

The crooked tooth Vinoan said with wicked grace "I have made you into your favorite animal and also I have drained the village of their strength."

He added " so I can send you far away for I have no strength to kill you as a hunter but as a creature I can easily crush you."

The tigerlorn eyebrow twitches as he tries to rise and stumbles back onto his new legs. Anger was surging through his veins as he looked for his weapons to slay this abomination of dark magic. Rizzick made an attempt to grab his nearby bow and spear but his massive paws could not hold them as they fell without any will to be used in his new paws. He glared at the cackling withered creature that was known as shaman, his magic of fallen souls floating around him effortlessly.

“Curse your wicked powers shaman I shall end you with my fangs” Rizzick lunged with his heart full of hate, pinning the shaman against a stone pillar.

He was  about to rend the head from his shoulders when the shaman disappeared and stood forth a child with one leg tears streaming from his face "no Rizzy don't kill me.”

The innocent like child was crying piteously driving our tigerlorn into a corner as he felt guilt clutching his heart. His eye's wander until he saw the child's reflection of a hideous scaled demon in a nearby puddle. Rizzick stared hard at the child as he stood towering over his former friend who died saving his life in seven shallows swamp from deadly creatures. That drained his friends body dry as  he pushed young Rizzick into a nest of tigerlorn that protected him from harm.That was when the village of Vinoans had picked him from their sacred ritual of praying to the tigerlorns claimed to be mystical beast that protected their village.

"Shaman I have been trained by the best hunters of this village the tigerlorn that you have sent me to, I have hunted this land and fought mighty beasts to feed people that you have drained for your own greed" Rizzick's throaty growls sounds like a sad laugh full of bitter irony.

The shaman begins casting his incantations as the child like form disappears into puffs of smoke. He stood forth as a mighty green scaled beast with three eyes and a four legs standing toe to toe with the tigerlorn. The withered shaman appeared now as a massive demonic creature with spirits dancing around his form screaming out in pain. Rizzicks  glare was full of rage as he bore his full weight and roared at the new form of the shaman. This roar shattered the air around him making the creature step back and was stunned by the sheer volume of the voice.

“You lied to me shaman you sent me from the village with promise's me that I can save them from a fate worse than death,"  Rizzick yelled "That I could feed and heal their wounds from their soul's to their bodies!”

“yes you were my only threat wise to my actions I could barely plan at all with you around but I found your weakness your need to save these vinoans” he began cackling with a raspy voice.

A cruel smile plastered itself on the monsters face causing Rizzick to unsheathe his claws. The beast launched a full out attack slamming into the hulking lizard pushing it farther back and lacerating his scales. The creature breathed a noxious fumes that warped rizzicks vision and distorted his sense of smell. He followed up with a tailed slap that sent tigerlorn into a pillar which began cracking under his weight. The mock shaman waved his hands around gathering energy into his claws. Dark ancient magicbegan pooling into the center of the ruins. Rizzick exhausted climbed up on to his paws and his claws popped out scraping the earth with much anticipation for his enemy defeat.

“what are you doing shaman” he growled as blood fell from his nostrils.

"I am done with this world I have caused so much death that tire from the flesh I eat," The green demon spoke with a false joy "I am gonna travel to a delicious world that my friend Sombra has spoken to me about."

He also added " Weak and feeble creatures that are full of so much life ah so deserving I am"

A voice full of bitter gloom spoke " You dare to leave this world after you have killed all my tribe kin shaman!"

Noxious fumes snorted out of the demons nostrils " Save one Rizzick I have let you live so go crawl off in this deserted dead world so you can live."

Rizzick pondered in his moment of weakness he could leave this battle and survive this hellish day he snorted at himself " I have nothing to lose shaman that is what I will live for!"

Using the last of his strength he summoned his soul key which activated his inner tigerlorn. He surged up on the creature neck and latched upon its tender weakness. The shaman gasped and tried tearing at Rizzick's back ripping his backside up. Blood poured from both creatures causing the tigerlorn to fall near the portal that was growing in the center of the ruins. Shaman was slammed into the cracked pillar which was humming with dark magic energy. This blow caused the pillar to burst into shattered stones falling and smashing the demonic creature under its debris.

The portal crackling with energy as its master lay dead in the ruins falling apart around its center. In a flash it expanded in a moments notice and there was no bodies to be found in the ruins Aggeroth.

Rizzick struggled to open his eyes imagining that he is waking in the world of the dead. His eyes adjusted to the surrounding area and he was  staring into the wide eyes of a pink  pony eye that sparkled with life. She was wiping sweat from her brows and said something he couldn't understand but he smiled weakly. Well the world of the dead is cute at least he thought his mind fuzzy with pain. He felt restrained as he raised his head slowly and saw that he was covered in bandages he rasped “ am I a prisoner?”

The pink pony smiled bigger and spoke fast lyrically in a language that he doesn't understand. Honestly I don't have the strength to move he thought impatiently as the pink pony nudged his side to help him stand. He stood barely when his stomach growled with a fierce hunger. She jumped back and giggled at him repeating a word that sounded like … ghostie or so he thought.

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