“W-what happened to the guards!?” Rainbow Dash demanded, I would ask the same thing to the guards if they weren't badly beaten and unconscious. I have no idea if this was the cause of the Hunter or that there’s somepony else in this forest other than Zecora and the Hunter.

“Ah don't know RD, but if the fella did this then we shouldn't chase that fella anymore,” Applejack assumed as she took a quick glance around the area.” And there ain't no way to tell if the Hunter had laid down any more traps.”

I had to agree with Applejack since there was no way that the Hunter had just tied them all up so quick and then beaten them up. Rainbow Dash threw caution to the wind and flew up to one of the branches with a rope tied around it, but when she flew close enough to the branch a stick snapped by us.

We all looked back to see the Hunter still in his furred timberwolf form staring at us. My body froze in fear as I stared into the eyes of the Hunter’s, which were filled with rage. I couldn't tell if the girls were also frozen in fear from what my eyes they had witnessed. The Hunter turned his back to us and walked through a bush, he had no interest in us not even a single one.

“Why did he run away?!” Rainbow Dash asked demanding an answer, but neither of us knows the answers to her question.

“I don't know Rainbow Dash, but I'm glad he's gone,” Rarity said as she let out a breath, that she might have been holding, and looked at everypony including me.” I thought the Hunter wasn't harming ponies, but that all must be false from hurting the guards.”

“I thought he was Equestria’s hero, but after what he had done to these guards I no longer believe he is.” I walked over to one of the guards and cut the ropes off their hind legs with a simple conjured scissor and stopped their fall with a levitation spell. The guards don't need to be harmed from the from their fall, but their beaten body needs to be handle by a doctor.

Focusing on a teleportation spell, I imagined myself and everypony inside the hospital near Ponyville at the main hall near the receptionist desk. With the destination of the location to teleport I channeled my magic around everypony and released the spell.

In a flash of light I teleported everypony including the injured guards inside the hospital main hall near the entrance doors. The light died down enough for everypony to see. I ran towards the front desk and began to speak fast as possible.

“We need four doctors for four injured guards now, they’re in critical condition!” The nurse didn't waste a second and dashed down one of the hallways for a doctor or a room that some are in.

I needed to tell Celestia about this as soon as possible even if it means not to inform my friends. Galloping out of the hospital doors to my home, while I ran everypony around town looked at me with confused looks. I wish the Hunter had never arrive in Ponyville or this wouldn't have happen to those guards.

When I arrived at my home I used my magic to slam the front door open for it to not be in my way. Entering in my home I conjured up a scroll and quill and began to write a letter to Celestia of today's…failure.

Dear Princess Celestia

I have terrible news to say that the Hunter had arrived in Ponyville. He did not cause any harm to anypony in town when he was in the market. A mare had screamed his name that caused everypony to investigate to see if he really was there, but he was in his furred timberwolf form not in his minotaur one. He had a bone in his jaws when I first saw him. The guards had tried to command him to stand down only to receive a growl from him.

Everypony was terrified from seeing him even I didn't want to get near him. All this would have gone well if the guards didn't chase him away from Ponyville to the Everfree forest. The girls and I followed them to the Everfree to a small clearing, but when we arrived there the guards were…

I stopped writing to not remember the horrible memory of the guards being near death, but all information I know must go to Celestia. A strands of tears began to go flow down my cheeks as I began writing where I lift off.

The guards were near death from the Hunter’s ruthless beating. I teleported the guards and my friends to Ponyville Hospital, their in the hospital being examined by doctors as I am writing this letter to you.
From your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle

After I had written the letter, I rolled it up into a scroll and called out for Spike.

“Spike!”

POV???

The thrill of the hunter is the challenge to prove yourself in Yandra, but being away from home just makes you realize it's pointless to hunt down the most dangerous creatures. Being killed with a bunch of rocks is a pain including when you and your best friend was the only casualties of a cave in and been resurrected from an unknown entity.

Living in a land full of various herbivore animals is not really that pleasant to hunt around non meat eating creatures, it gives no challenge and wrong to hunt innocent being...well ones that are innocent. When I first arrived in Equestria, I wasn't really expecting magic to exist and ruled by two ponies being false gods of controlling the sun and moon. Magic is a bit of a nickname for arcane symbols of a mutation circle, we don't really use the word magic since the one who made the name for arcane circles was the mage himself the first ever to teach and to have a school for ones who seek to learn.

Deep in thought, remembering the code for us hunters, I didn't hear my best friend sneak up on me. How I know this is because Wyndbain pushed me into the pond, I was near. Soak and wet from the water of the pond I rose up to the water surface and inhaled a sharp breath.

“Wyndbain, why you cabron!” I hollered at my friend as I swam towards the shore, I'm not really mad at Wyndbain since he knows when it is the best time to mess around. At the shore I crawled to a patch of grass and laid down on my back. Our reason for being in the Everfree forest was that of a wanted griffon for five thousand bits, how he got that bounty on his head was because of murder, rape, thievery, and cannibalism. I can say the bits are worthless to me, but seeing that they’re not makes them a bit valuable.

The sound of pitter patter of paws from my friend told me he was only a few inches from my right. I rolled to my left side and rested my chin on my left hand. Wyndbain was just standing there, a few inches away, staring at me with those silver eyes of ours. He really is just an omega with a soul bound soul with a hunter of Yandra.

“So, any smell or sight of that griff graff?” I asked my wolf companion. Yes, I do speak with him just because he can actually listen to me like another intelligent person. Not a single bark or a howl Wyndbain walked over to me and rested his forehead on mine.

Wyndbain’s memory

Sniffing around Wyndbain found a scent of the griffon’s last prey and followed the scent to a small town settlement to the southwest of the forest. He trended toward the small settlement staying on edge in case anything tries to attack him. Things hadn't been pleasant since their presents causes any creature around to scurry away.

After a minute of being careful of journeying to the settlement, Wyndbain started to sneak through the alleyways towards the scent. Each step he took the scent was getting stronger, strong enough for a blue mist path to be formed and be seen for him. Animals can see the same thing Wyndbain can for scent of one another being, but Wyndbain is special since his nose can track down a wendigo through a harsh blizzard.

The smell of pony bone told Wyndbain that the griffon had once been through here some time ago. He turned to a corner to a dead end alleyway with a barrel by the wall and two planks of wood, a strange place for these objects to be, but thinking of objects that are useless that held no interest to Wyndbain.

The scent grew stronger than before as the blue mist was flowing from behind the barrel. With the scent found Wyndbain picked up his pace to a jog towards the barrel until he found the source of the scent. A bone, Wyndbain found a bone of a pony that died from the griffon.

Finding the source of the scent he picked the bone up with his jaws and began to make his way back to Cazador. Wyndbain walked out of the alleyway with the bone in his mouth. When Wyndbain exited out the alley a collie ran past Wyndbain and snatched the bone out of his jaws.

Stop of memory

“Wow, Wyndbain you manage to be robbed by a small collie.” I said in amusement of his error, this was the first time another dog snatch something from him. A growl from Wyndbain told me to never say anything about. A smile spread across my lips before our foreheads touched each other.

After being robbed and chased

After being chased in the wood by four ponies of two different colors and armor, Wyndbain set down the bone in his mouth and laid down in a small clearing. The ponies would see this bone and probably steal from him, but the sound of multiple of rope snapping and guards shouting told him that the griffon had caught them all.

Wyndbain crawled towards a nearby bush and took a look through the small opening of leaves and branches. The four guards that were chasing him from the small settlement. They all were tied up from there hind legs to a tree branch, they struggled with the rope around their legs. The sound of flapping wings caught the trapped ponies attention to look up at the sky to see a griffon flying down towards one of the guards.

The griffon landed near a pony guard with iron club on his back, the griffon wore dark brown leather armor covering his top half of his griffon body, some patch of leather were strapped around his hind lion legs. The color of his feather was a dark gray color, his beak was yellow, lion parts was black fur. This griffon was the one Cazador and Wyndbain was hunting for a bounty of theirs.

Stop of memory

I pulled my head back to avoid a dark memory of Wyndbain, the griffon must have beaten them with his iron club then striped them from their armor to deal more damage. Having my hypothesis of the griffon beating them with a club to near death or knocked them out, I got to my feet and walked over to my beauties.

“Wyndbain, when we have enough bits to create more ammo we’ll be traveling to the east to catch a airship before one of them leaves,” I reminded my friend before I picked up my bolt action rifle and rest the strap on the rifle around my left shoulder. We plan on leaving Equestria to travel an unexplored land for me to live and make a safe area for an outpost. Picking up my 44 assault rifle I unloaded the rifle and checked to see how many bullets I have in it before storing it away.

‘You only have twenty-one bullets left.’ A wolfish voice notified me of bullets in my clip, I already knew who spoke in my head. I turned my attention to Wyndbain and gestured him to lead me to our quarry, he probably hidden the bone nearby so I don't get to see it until we go.

While we walk to our quarry I started to travel in memory lane on how I ended up in this land of ponies.

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Seven months ago

Standing by the fire I watched the flame flicker as each time they devour a piece of wood then turn it into ash or coal while it fights against the wind, threatening to blow out the fire. The hunt with the men was a bit satisfying since you get to hunt down those who stray from the path of light or tries to corrupt the light itself. Hunters were one of the line of defense against the dark plague since the knights, mages, and even hero's must keep the darkness from corrupting cities and towns. Hunters were created to track down any corrupted being that dares to bring harm to innocents and the light, but even a few hunters becomes the hunted from their own team.

My team’s mission is to hunt down a wendigo of a snowy forest to reopen a path for traders and caravans to use. I was second in charge if our leader turns out missing or killed in a hunt. The wendigo has been a problem to a nearby town for sixty years ever since the first disappearance.

I looked down at my 44 magnum, in my right hand, and slid a silver bullet in one of the empty slots of the revolver before placing in another one in another opened slot. My armor was a black hunter set since I don't really care for fashion only how well they protect me and how much damage they can deal before ripping apart. Wyndbain was laying by me enjoying the warmth of the fire, but we weren't the only ones enjoying the fire.

“How long until the beast crawls out of its home?” Zike asked getting impatient of waiting for the wendigo to leave its home, Zike was the third member of this hunting party, he wore chitin chest plate of a desert scorpion along with spider exoskeleton armor pants, boots, and gloves. He’s an bug freak hunter, how he ended up like this was when he traveled through a tunnel made from desert scorpions, why he went down in a tunnel full of those bugs is a question to me. Three full days he spent down there killing any scorpion that dares to kill, but when Gehrman the first hunter to be honored with the title The First Hunter. Rest is unknown only Gehrman and Zike knows. The weapons he prefers was a stinger tip spear with a repeat pistol, the bullets are silver since the metal itself is created from the light.

“Just wait you idiot Gehrman said that it’s going to leave its den.” Melody scolded him of being too impatient. She was the last member of our hunting party. She wore a red leather coat with black boots, leather pants, and white ballistic shirt underneath, her weapon of choice is two chikage (long one bladed katakana) one conjured up in arcane form as the other is a blade made from the bones of a sea kraken. Her story takes place in a village near the ocean of sea monsters, but all that change when the village was destroyed by a sea kraken. Melody got her revenge of slayer the beast and used its remains to forge her weapon, how she joined us was by accident when she tried to hunt a werewolf. If it weren't for me she would be dead.

“Get up you lazy youngsters the beast has left its cave and now it's time lay traps and give the beast a warm welcome,” An old male voice said causing everyone around the fire to look at the old hunter with joy of hunting another dark entity monster. ”But Cazador and Wyndbain will be covering our backs.”

After Gehrman said that I loaded in a third silver bullet in another empty slot before I holster the revolver away. I got up and slightly nudged Wyndbain with the of edge of my foot. He woke up from his snap and stretched his wolf body of any cramps.

‘Is it time for the hunt?’ Wyndbain asked as the others were walking to the home of the wendigo. I let out a small chuckle before patting his head with my right hand.

“Yes, it's time for the hunt.” A devilish grin crept its way onto my lips as we exited out of the cave to the wendigo’s.

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Two hours passed after the wendigo left its home leaving it expose for us hunters to set razor saw edge bear traps around its home. We have everything planned out well even Gehrman was proud of us.

‘The monster is here!” Wyndbain screamed causing me to gain a small headache and to ready my bolt action rifle. The others were hidden behind rocks near the traps, ready to attack the wendigo.

I looked through my scope and aimed it around the bear traps, this beast will be in pain once it touches a bear trap. The cave was dark, but not too dark, for me to see what the top of the beast looks like, but a white hind leg of the beast came into my view. It didn't even take another step forward only it stayed there, confused I pulled my head back from the scope and looked towards the traps to see nothing there.

“Wha-”

‘Cazador behind us!’ I turned around to fire a shot at whatever was behind me only to be met with a gray paw with black razor claws slammed into me sending me flying to a wall, my body slammed against the wall then fell to the floor along with my rifle. Pain is what tells you that everything is real and that you're still alive.

“Cazador!” I heard Melody yelled out, my vision was blurry from the pain, but I ignore the pain and pulled out my revolver. If Wyndbain and I die in this cave then we’ll give it hell. A blur of gray snatched my weak body causing me to clench my gun tight like my life depended on it until I was brought face to face to the beast, its head was like a wolf with four deer antlers two on each side its eyes were blindfolded by a dirty white cloth. It brought its face up to mine and pushed my head to the left and sunk its claw in my neck, I let out agonizing scream as it sunk its claw in my neck. I raised my only weapon and fired a single bullet through its chest causing it to toss me over the bear traps.

“Cazador!” I felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist stopping my fall.” Don't you dare die on me!” I felt the world around me beginning to fade, but what's causing me to stay awake was my will to live.

‘Cazador!’

“Zike give me your hail mary and tell the others to leave.” I commanded as I slowing reached in my pocket and pulled out a lighter, Zike may deny my orders of my sacrifice, but when a hunter is infected with the plague of darkness then there is no hope for me to live even Wyndbain is marked. Zike pulled out his most explosive dynamite and placed it in my empty hand.

“May death grant you peace.” I felt Zike’s grip loosen allowing me to laid down on the small clearing near the traps.”Gehrman, Melody, we have to run!”

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Present

The rest can be figured out easily since I sacrificed myself and Wyndbain by blowing up the cave killing the beast. I don't want to go into details of how I die so this will only be said once, the cave in killed us… Death no longer has a hold on me anymore.

Time passed as Wyndbain led me to our bounty, he had the bone in his mouth since the griffon scent was on it, the dumb bird forgot to discard his evidence better than leaving it in alleyway of a small settlement. The day turns to late noon with the sun setting over the horizon as the moon was slowly taking its place.

‘How much do you bet that I'm going to trigger a trap?’ I asked Wyndbain in my thoughts as we traveled up a small hill.

‘Three sweet and delicious beef jerky.’ Wyndbain replied happily as we made it to the top of the hill. The view of a piece of this forest gave us a hint because of smoke from north of us, our target was making camp before it even became night. There are things I hate with creatures being confidante of losing their predator, but this predator had found his prey. We both walked downhill towards where the smoke was coming from, today the bird shall be a dead one.

The remaining day had gone to night as we venture forth to the camp of our target, the creatures in this forest stayed away from us as went through the forest. I had my revolver out loaded with six golden bullets, dipped in poison, one shot is what it takes to kill a regular creature and if I only graze the griffon the poison would paralyze him then slowly start to shut down his organs until his heart stops beating. The poison may be unnecessary to have, but who says what is necessary to have or to do everyone has their own reason to have it.

With the darkness of the night it made it easier to pinpoint where the fire is through this darkness and with the same vision of Wyndbain made it easier to see through the darkness. I am always glad to have my soul bound with Wyndbain's, but with great things comes with horrible ones ours is if one of us dies so does the other.

Not paying any attention to the ground I failed to notice rope on the ground and stepped in the middle of the circle. The rope whipped me off my feet from the ground and left me hanging above it. I can say my companion won his beef jerky. It didn't take long for Wyndbain to jump in nearby bush to hide himself so that the griffon would only believe that I was the only one here.

The sound of wings flapping in the air told me that the griffon was here. I hid my left hand behind my back so that the griffon doesn't see the revolver. The griffon that was flying above me soon landed in front of me with a crooked smile on his beak, he probably think he got me by surprise. Jokes on him that the table would soon be turned around.

“Oh, seems like-”

*Bang*

Author's Note

Edited by Lone
Bolt action rifle
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44 magnum
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And assault rifle
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Hunter set armor from bloodbornes
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