Pain, headache, burning and more agony, and of cause exhaustion, lots of exhaustion.
A single rattling breath shattered the silence, his breath, a lingering taste of blood, parched, stinging thirst, darkness.
Slowly he came to his senses, so he was, but what happened and where was he?
It came back to him, this strange Pony Town, the screaming little and big Ponies, this abomination of a Bear, whose mother strangely had too much and successful fun with an giant hornet, the cyan blur, the purple glow and the orange angry pony.
He opened one eye to brightness, closed it again to adjust and opened it once more, a room, a light source over head a single metal door, he laid on his back quite elevated from the ground, most likely on some sort of bed.
His gaze wandered to the left, a blank wall, opening his other eye he checked his right, also a blank wall, something caught his sight, his right arm, he stared for a prolonged moment, his arm was missing, he tried to move it and found indeed, it was gone.
In an brief moment of shock he strained his body but found him self lacking in the ability to move, a quick look clarified he was restrained, that was not beneficial to his given mood.
So he was trapped, what now?
Well, thees ponies didn't leave him to die, so, that told him at least they did not want him dead, or at least for now.
Calming his mind he reassessed his situation, strapped down on a bed in an blank windowless room, in pain but alive, certainly given medical treatment or else he would lie in his own blood if given he would be still alive at all.
From this point he could conclude; he was recognized as able to feel, likely be evaluated to be sentient for the fact that it would be more merciful to put a simple non coherent animalis out of its misery, he was strapped down, meaning he was considered to be, at least to a degree dangerous or pron to hurt him and or his surroundings.
Thinking about it he was most likely recognized to be sentient and coherent, if this notion was a form of recognizing things that harbored thought, after all he was in an windowless room, unless, he strained his neck and caught a glimpse of what was behind him, a third windowless wall, there fore he was considered to be in one form or another a risk, either to others or others to him.
Foot, or more likely hoof steps became audible, someone opened the door, a certain sound, a strong electromagnetically hold bold lock, curious, thees ponies did not struck him to have advanced beyond the development of heavy non portable simple heat driven mechanics.
A mare with caroline blue cote and turquoise blue-green mane stood in the door frame, looking at him without the slightest hint of an expression.
Behind her was a corridor that reminded him of an mixture of an, barely so, improvised and longstanding hospital, nothing hinting too the single most simple methods of sterilization or quarantine measurements.
A blue white checkered floor, blue painted walls, a white sealing, single spot light sources...
It hit him like a, very tiny, brick, the reason why he was here, the one Ironwolf that refused to report.
It did not simply not answer, no its reports where event less, not empty but far too event less over a very suspicious time.
He just realized, the mare was still standing there staring, maybe fife or six seconds.
Raising a eyebrow he watched her a little bit longer, in her eyes he could read something along the lines of 'please hold the line you get forwarded too an responsible adviser soon.'
In order to break this spell he swallowed the little moisture that was in his mouth,
“Hello, I am -” He thought of a name that was related to him “-Londar, who do I have the pleasure meeting today?”

Author's Note

Hi,
Tags will be added along the ride.
This Story will have a quick progression, don't ask why, answer is; I can barely be bothered to fluff stuff.
The Chapters will be short.
If I find the mood and my missing documents; I, maybe, will continue DD.
You Found Errors; everything longer as one sentence will be ignored.
List of intentional terms:
* coherent
* animalis
* caroline blue cote and turquoise blue-green mane
* Ironwolf
By L7.