I've Evolvedby DoomedPonieChaptersChapter 1: TransormationChapter 2: RealizationChapter 3: InvestigatonChapter 1: TransormationTristan walked through the crowds. A plesent smile on his lips. Fans and creators alike surrowned him. He was quite glad Cherrie convinced him to come alone to Comic Con. Tristan was wasn't like the streyotypical fanboy blob. He had a decent of of five eleven, not bad for a sixteen year old. His skin was fairly pale with very faint freckles on his cheeks. Under his glasses, his eyes were a green hazel. Short hair of light brown adorned his scalp. Patching his chip and upper lip were whiskers he never bothered to shave, yet they somewhat worked for him. His cloths were a plain white shirt and jeans complete with red sneakers. He was fairly average. Made good grades, occasonally did his chores, and even started to develop some sceond glances from the girls he went to class with. Like I said, fairly average. Around the first few hours of the first day, he and Cherrie had already split up. Without much spending money, Tristan merely walked around admiring the works and others cosplays, even striking up conversations with them. After a while he went back to wandering. Walking down a bust isle of fan booths, Tristan caught a name on one of the banners, Prototype. Snapping to the banner, he saw the booth of completely empty aside for the man behind the counter. Walking up to the booth, he noticed the man's clothing. A white botton up shirt under an unzipped grey hoodie witch concealed the mans eyes. Over the hoodie was a leather jacket with white strips on the arms. Unable to see his lower body, Tristan prosumed he was bearing jeans and boots as well. This fucker was cosplaying as Alex Mercer. Observing the desk, he saw various pieces of Prototype merchindise, shirts, hats, necklaces and even a black watch helmet. What caught his eye though a lava lamp-like device model after a glass vial filled with a reddish substance. The man noticed Tristan's gaze. "Intrested, are you?" He asked. Tristan flashed him a smile. "Huh, you even got the voice down." The man grinned as well. "Years of practice." He merely answered. Tristan quickly looked around. "Why isn't anyone else checking out your stuff?" Tristan asked. The man's grin melted into a small frown. "They have no knowledge of good games." "Still, this is some sweet merc, I'd kill for the lava lamp." Tristan said as his gaze drifted back to the vial. "You like? I personally made it myself, modeled it after the very same one from the opening cut scene in the first game." The man said. "How much?" Tristan asked pulling ot his wallet. "Since you obviously have good taste, in both games AND products, I'll cut it down to twenty five for you." The man picked up the Lava Lamp, holding it out to Tristan. "Really? Thanks!" Tristan slapped said payment on the table, taking the lamp. Walking away, Tristan heard the man speak once more. "Careful, you might get an 'infection'~" Tristan suddenly felt fatuiaged, his eyes barely keeping. He let out a loud yawn. "Awwww... What's wrong with me...?" His pace noticable slowed. A cosplay remair man caught sight of this and rushed to his side. The sensation of his hand on his shoulder was all but numb. "Hey pal, you alright?" Tristan's eyes shut, refusing to open. He fell forward, meetting the ground, he didn't even feel the glass break... And the virus crawl into his cuts. ********************************************************************************** "Ugh.... W-Where am I?" Tristan sat up, rubbing the headache at the back of his skull as his vision slowly came to. T'was not the confenction he saw, but a forest. "Eh-!" His weary eyes snapped open. He took a slow look around. He was sitting on a small sun lit patch of grass within a thick forest. Slowly standing up, he called out. "HELLO!?! Anyone there!?!" For a moment he listen, silently praying for an answer, but all he recieved was his own thumping heartbeat. He notice a small trail in the dirt before him, hesently, he walked ahead. Flinching at ever chirp and snap, Tristan marched the path, not noticing it getting larger. After a bit, he reached another small clearing. A giant hollowed out tree stood proudly in the center. The truck was torn open with large claw marks bearing the edges and soil around it. Tristan froze when he saw something stir within. Moving into the brush along side the path, Tristan took deep breaths as whatever called this place its home slinked out. It was indescripbable, it's very prescence frightening him to no end. It was large, almost lion-like. Its maw could easily bite him inhalf, Its paws have large claws that would slice him in half, a bulking scopians tail replaced the creatures intended part. The stinger seemed to have a inward curve, likely for dragging in whatever prey it catch. The only thing about this creatur that didn't horrifie him was were its tiny, almost comical, bat wings. Out of the creatures shoulders spouted a miniature set of wings that would pose no advantage to its propose. It lowered its snout to the ground and took loud sniffs. It looked towards the path Tristan just arrived from and snorted, taking a step forward,Tristans heart nearly jumped ou his throat. Paralized in fear, He merely closed his eyes in preporations of his impending death. Step after step, they became louder, the beast closer... The thuds grew closer, then farther. "Wait..." Tristan opened his eyes. The beast was no where to be seen.He looked back to see it walking down the path. "Huh..." He muttered himself. Slowly crawled ouy of the bushes, he walked around the edge of this creatures din. When reach the opisate side of the opening, Tristan's heart finally started to settle. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" A deep roar echoed behind him. "Shit." His heart prosided his marathon, and so did he. Tristan ran through forest, dodgeing and docking trees and rocks all while the heavy panting and foot steps crept closer behind. Imeditaly regreting it, He looked back seeing the beast swinging its paw. Suddenly he felt like an agonizing pain in side as his body went flying. BOOM! He collided into a tree, blood spowing his mouth. Sliding down to the groud, he cough more, dying his shirt red. Looking to his side with blurred vison, he saw the shirt was torn and the chunks of flesh missing, undoubtably intended to be a death blow. The taste of copper and iron tainted his ragged breath, he barely looked up to see the monster slinking in for the kill. Fear over comeing him his one arm that wasn't paralyzied in pain started searching for something to fend off this preditor, even for a moment. He felt something hard beside him, gripping it tightly and threw it at the monster. Blinded by the mix fear and bloodloss, he failed to notice it small boulder partical buried. CRACK! The rock made a sickening crush as it collided with the creatures head, it bonced off leaving a heavy wound above its eye, likely never to heal right. The monster replied with only another furious rowr before leaping at him. "N-NO!" Tristan shrieked in terror. He swung his fist forward. SPLAT! THUNK! Tristan gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tight, waiting for the end. Finally noticing the delay, hesently he open his eye see the beast laying its head on his legs... With his arm jammed in its socket. "W-what the fuck...!?!" Tristan said in disbelif. Looking up, the monster lied before him with his arm embedded in its skull, obviously it did not move, its only good eye had already rolled back into its head. His arm started to tingle. Gazing down at his arm, he saw small black tendril morph out of his arm and borrow into the beast skull, much to his horror. Soon more and more tendril started to from his flesh, cloths and his damn hair as they pulled him closer to the corpse despite his pleads. Making contact with it, Tristan bursted into a mass of tendrill and meilded into it. Then the dead beast did the same, morphing into a giant, wiggling mass of slimey bits before shrinking back down a smaller size. The asorbed back into each other and shapeshifted back into an uninjured Tristan. He bolted up looking around in horror. "W-W-What the HELL!?!" He Shrieked. A blast of pain erupted at the back of his skull. Forcing him to his knees. "G-Gaaaaah!" He scream as he gripped his hair. Shutting his eyes, his mind started to fill with visions. A bright light that fadded to show another beast like the one before, but this one looked down a him with loving eyes. "MOTHER." The word echoed in his ears. Next was a series of paws carring him after the mother. They walked through a forest, Suddenly the mother stopped and signaled her pup to halt. She lowered down and looked down a nearby field to see some deer. "HUNT." The exspreiances of hounreds of hunts and stalking ran through his mind The next one was somewhat emostianol. He saw the snot of the beast nuzzling its mother, this time much older. It then turned in slowly walked away from the din. Reaching the path, it looked back to its Mother before running down the trail. "LEAVE." Images of paths, landmarks and watering holes leaked into his knowledge. Finally he caught sight of himself, this very day through the mons-Manicores eyes. Everything from it waking up and the intense pain of his fists bursting through its eye. "KILL." Tristan's arms went limp as another tingling wave surge throug them. Looking down at his arms, the tendrils swriled around them and morph from the shoulders down. Thick, black stalk erupted from his shoulder blades and converged into a pair black, muscular arms that ended with hands with four huge, matalic, blade-like claws that shined menecingly in the sunlight. Tristans eyes wided with realization. A single name popped into his head. Alex Mercer. "Wait... That guy... The vial..." Tristan said to himself, begining to piece things together. "I... I'm an Evolved now..." He raised his hands up, tedrils waving around them once more, restoring them to their defult from. Droping them, he looked up at the sky. "What am I going to do now?" Suddenly, a famous qoute came to mind. "My name is Alex Mercer, I'm the reason for all of this. They called me a killer, monster, a terrorist... I am all of these things." Tristan's shaking breath calmed as he looked back at the ground. "That's right, I'm not human anymore... I'm something different.... Something better..." He finally stood up. "Judgeing by that creature this certainly isn't the world I once knew. If what I'm thinking is true, then I'm gonna need to explore." Bringing up a hand, without a thought it morped into a claw. Quickly turned on his heels, he swiped at the tree trunk, like a hot knife in butter the claws left deep cut marks that almost reached the center. Shifting his arm to normal, he gave a slight smile. "That's certainly going to help." Tristan tunged at his shirt. "Huh..." Getting into a 'T' pose, an image came into Tristans mind. Tendrils surged around him, vanishing just as quickly as they appered. His shirt was pitch black with a small, blue biohazard sign on the chest. A winter jack went over the T-shirt; the torso was a dark blue while cutting off into a shiny silver at the shoulder ending at the hands with leather gloves. On his legs were a pair of black, boot-cut jeans and untied steel-toe boots.His face had gone under some changes as well. His whiskery beard was now barely hugging the tip of his jawline. it almost looked penciled on. His wavy brown hair was slicked back and his glasses and formed into a sweet pair of red sport shades. His body had taken a more muscular build as well boosting him to a six foot four. Looking at his new form, his serious exspression turned gleeful. "Sweet! I'll never have to buy new cloths again." He frowned his brow. "Not that there is cloths store, is there?" He quickly looked around. "Better start looking around." And he took off in a random direction. Chapter 2: RealizationIn the highest tower of a storybook castle, there lied the most poculiar creature. It seemed equine in form, however, this horse-like creature had mid-night blue fur and a flowing mane and tail of blues that resembled the infinate void that was space. Her large eyes wore a light blue shadow and were a beatiful greenisg blue. This creature also wore some sort of jewelry. Gem embeded siver horse shoes as well as a crown and necklace. The most amazing were it long, thin horn and wings tucked at its side. Speaking of which, Her horn gave off a calming blue glow, same at the lit candles that circled around her. She lied on the marble floor with her eyes closed, the look of worry and curousity somehow plastered on her face. Gasping, her eyes they shot open, and the candles fell to te grond with a dull thud. "This is of the upmost corncern..." She said with clear fright, and the accent of old royalty. ********************************************************************************** Tristan sat perched on the branch. The tree he was roosting in dwarfed all the others around it, proofing it to handle his weight and make a great view point. Not more than a night had pass and he had make amazing distance. Having consumed the Manicore, Tristan discorved other abilities as well. Inhuman senses that were required for a deadly hunter. Greatly improved speed and agility, weither they were there already and he didn't know how to use them or they WERE from the creature he hadn't figured out. Running on average, he was now fast as a star-athelte and could jump a pole vault in a single bound. Sitting at the edge of the limb with claws formed, he merely listened. CRUNCH. The unmistakable sound of a leaf being crushed. Snapping his head down, he saw a lone buck chewing some grass below him. "'Kay, Let's put these powers to practice..." He whispered. Leaping off the branch, he fell with hands up. He crashed beside the deer, making a small creator which startled it. But it didn't matter. With a fast slash of his arms the deer fell to the ground as nothing more than two ends with a few thicks slabs of bloody meat in between. Still in his crouch postion, tedrils wiggled from from his body and gripped the corces, which phased into his own flesh apun contact. Standing up, Tristan felt the same senesation to a lower exstanet. Placing his hand on his forhead, he let the memeroies come forth. Nothing new compared the Manicore, aside from locations with similar preditors that deer meant to stay away from. Exhaling deeply, Tristan composed his thoughts. "Alright, maybe I should check out those terriortories and see what they have to offer. After that I may go hunting for some more of those Manicores, might see if I could get that knarly scorpians tail and wings. And after I collect as much gentic material as I can from this place, I might leave the forest. Who knows, there might be a primitave civilization around here I could rule as a God. Yeah, definatly doing that." Shifting his arms back, another idea came to mind. "Hmm... I wonder how far I could take this shapeshifting thing..." He rubbed his chin. Tristan bursted into a mass of tedrils that lifted itself by four stalks. As a large grouping formed near end, they fused together. He was now the buck. Luckily had just absorbing a life times exspirance of walking on four legs TWICE, he didn't fall other. "Okay... but what about...?" He thought. Again did tedrils form, the general deer shape getting larger and larger by the second. The recieding tenticles revealed a monster of a buck. The sheer size alone would have scared the orginal animal to death. This adjusted from was so big that a normal deers antlers would barely reach haldway up this monsters slender neck. This new deer had sleak, black fur with shinning, large, matalic hooves that supported long, powerful legs. The torso carried the same musculature at his legs. The thick neck lead up to small head. The skin had a tinge of blue adding to the 'death' vibe he was giving off. The eyes sunk into the socket appering as nothing more then green, haunting dots. Small fangs protruded from the lips. The base of his new antlers were ebony that faded into a shining silver at the points. The ends of his horns were far shaper than your average deer, almost pike-like. Instruments fit not for fighting for mates and marking land, but for impaling, for killing. "Muuuuuuuuch better." He thought happily. Turning around, he began to run to the nearest preditory den. Tristan caught quick glances of the lesser woodland critters; such as humming birds, squirls, goothers and the ocasional fellow deer. The simply took one look at him and scattered in any direction that wasn't his. He could't blame them, he would to if he saw a giant, demoic buck prancing through a creepy forest. But he kept onward, these were lesser animals, creature with genitics that would be of no use to him as anyting other than a snack, which he wasn't even sure he needed anymore. Though he did make a mental note to look for a bird and fish later for the water breathing and wings. ********************************************************************************** The blue and black equine being was in another tower. This time talking to another one of her race. This one was far taller, but slimmer as well. Her alabaster coat paired with her main and tail, they flowed in an invisible wind while colored nearly every color in the rainbow. Like her sister, she wore jewerly but of gold. Her horn was much longer and her wings far bigger. "Sister, I am tell you something." The blue one said urgantly. The elder sister looked down at her with violet eyes. "What is, Luna?" "Whilst meditating I felt the birth a dark evil, an evil more dark than even that of my time as Nightmare." Luna said, worry cleary seen in her eyes. Celestia's eyes widen ever so slightly. "I was afraid of this, I too felt this while looking other Twilight's letters. But I merely shrugged it off." She gained a thoughtful exspression. "I'll send word to the guards patrol all the towns in the country side. Where did you feel this power coming from, Sister?" "In the deepest reaches of the Everfree Forest which no pony has ever seen. We may have to bring in outside forces to aid in the protection of our boarders until this threat is delt with." Luna said. Celestia raised a brow. "Are you suggesting we place innocent griffion hunters in danger?" "I'm afraid so." Luna answered. "No, we may lose citizens to this... beast, but I won't left the emotions of the Griffion Empire make this worse." Celestia decided. "I understand. I'll send orders to my nightguard to watch over the inner cities when night falls." ********************************************************************************** The whimpering wolf looked up at the Evolved with begging eyes. Only to be met with a skull crushing stomp. CRUNCH! Tristan swished his boot side to side just for the hell of it. Simply by looking at this one he could tell it was a mere beta, fus not needing its lack luster knowledge. Pulling his foot from the gore, he turned to the rest of his handy work. The other pack members were slice, impaled or down right torn in half. Looking at a nearby pool of blood, he recalled the events. Still charging in his Demonic Deer form, he rushed the den with what he had to guess was the Alpha standing guard. The wolf tired to jump on him, but sadily failed and was scowered by his spear-like horns. The force comnined with the sharpness of his antlers tore the poor thing in half, luckily sparing the brain. Imedietly after ripping the pack leader in half, he jumped into the shallow den. While mid-air, he quickly referted to his human form with claws out and began to paint the walls red. Despite his brutal and merceless execuations, he was glad there were no pups or pregnate mothers around, that would spare him the guilt of having to end such a young live, or at the very lest, ruining one. Tendrils spruted out his torso and went for the corpes. Absorbing them, he noticed the pain of floating memories had weaken saverly, more alike that of a light cold. "Huh... I guess if the memories are almost the same or depecte the same thing it dosen't hurt as much. Or I'm just getting good." He closed his eyes and began to quietly narrate his new memories. "Let's see... Childhood, childhood, hunting, hunting, mating-Didn't need to know THAT-Near by wolf dens and... nothing new." Tristan sighed. "Shit, I'd at least thought they'd know were more of those Manicores are...!" He said. "Oh well... That deer knew plenty of other places too." A tingling sensasion rang through out his mouth. "New power!" He thought. Tendrils swirled around his cheeks and lips. Soon they were repaced with a row of razor sharp teeth streaching ear to ear. The gum-like tissue around the teeth was a blackish color. He felt them, sticking a finger in his mouth to feel a second, smaller row right behind. He attempted speak. "Ah... Ah...!" He emitted a low barking sound. Quickly changing back, he sighed again. "Right... Not structured for speach... Might not use it for other then show then." Tristan said as he popped his jaw. He looked back down at the drying blood. "I've got to make sure not to take this stuff too far. Too much consumpstion of one species like deer or bears might really fuck with the food chain. I'll have to limit myself to a handful at most, depending if their endangered or not." He caught notice of the setting sunlight. "Better gather some wood." After few chops and snips there with the ol' claws, he piled them on the den floor. "Let's see..." He looked up at his claw, bringing it up to the low ceiling and giving it a quick scratch. Sparks flew from the contact and one luckly one landed on the dead lives of the campfire, igniting it. Sure, he had gained a lesser version of nocturnal vision from the feline aspect of the Manicore, but a fire felt... comforting. With a stasfied smile, he slid down the wall and sat down beside the fire. His smile turned into a frown. "Despite these powers, it still sucks being all alone. Sure if I have Cherrie with me or my Dad this'd be more bearable, I miss 'em. What if I get home and I still of these... things? Won't some goverment snobs try and bleed me for a bio weapon? Then it be like the events of Prototype but in real life." He sighed. "Even if I had a way home I can't risk it. They'll hurt them too, I know it." He looked into the fire. "I miss you guys, so much." He hugged his knees. "And what if their isn't any civilization around here? Will I have to wait for some monkey to figure out how to make fire and then step in? That could a hell of a wait. Maybe I could use the virus and make some intellegent life from these woodland creatures? Heh, that be some 'Ancient Aliens's shit right there, would't it?" He throw his head, not caring about the scraping of the stone wall on his skull. "I'll have to make sure to do a good search when I get out of this place." Closing his eyes, he began remember the deer's life. "Okay... Got wolves. Now what? My other options are bears, crocodiles and timber wolves... wait what?" Tristan's eyes snapped open. Quickly closing them again, he borrowed deeper into the deers understanding of these 'Timber Wolves'. Soon he found memories showing a pile of logs and sticks stringed across the ground. "The hell?" Suddenly they began shake and move together, forming the shape of a wolf. Two green spheres came to life at the base of this creatures head. "Weird..." Tristan muttered. He shifted into the wolves and manicores knowlgde. Apperntly they were sentiate pieces of lumber awaked by what he could only guess was magic. Despite being wood, they still hunted and killed prey. The Timber Wolves were also very challenging as well as evidante by the Manicore. Merely smashing them apart would't do it, you'd wither have to split them intarely or burn them. Tristan reopen his eyes and crossed legs, tinting his fingers in deep thought. "Alright, I'll have to give these guys a wide burp until I can my hands on some termites or make some torces, yes... I'll diffently make the torces Plan B, who knows what kind of abilities I could unlock with those strange creatures, control over plants? Create my own timber wolves? Oh Hell, I'd LOVE that abilitity. I might even be able to create timber deer or rats to act as my eyes and ears... I'll do a search for some rotting stomps in the morning." Giving a loud yawn, Tristan pulled up his hood and lied down on his side Chapter 3: Investigaton"Yes, Princess Luna?" The Royal guard said. She had noticable shorter stature. Her was armored in a ebony bridle and saddle designed eerily similar to the romans with a vampirc twist. Her fur was a dark grey and her slit eyes were blood red. The blue plume of her helmet matched her azure main and tail as well. Small fangs poked from out her upper lip, along with the batwings made she only appered even more undead then she really was. "Night Ink, I have a very special assignment for you." Luna answered. The batpony did a small bow. "Whatever do you need, my Princess?" "You see, Night Ink, you shall sent on a scouting mission to the EverFree Forest outside PonyVille. I have felt dark energies recently spewing fourth from there. You are merely to observe, any contact or combat between you and the beast residing there is completely forbidden. If you suspect it was saw you or has any clue of your prescence, RUN. Retreat back here and report all your findings. The same goes if it moves towards the villiage. Understood?" Luna instructed. "Understood." Night Ink answered. "Good, now fly." Luna made a gesture towards the open balconey window with her hoof. The batpony did so and flew into the starry night sky, unaware of events to unfold. ********************************************************************************** "FUCK! Nothing!" Tristan snarled in frustration. He gripped the bottom of the old stomp and uprooted it, tossing it aside in rage. Since the second he woke, he had been running around the forest for hours now and still nothing! Out of the corner of his eyes he could see more small crtters watching him from a distance. He cocked his head towards them and let out bestial roar that no human could make. They quickly scattered. "Fucking..." He said quietly. Buzzzzzzzzzz...! That sound made his ears perk up. Turning his head, he could slightly heard better that sound. It sounded like fly buzzing dangerously close to his ear. Yet the echo implided it was much farther, and the fact his superhuman sight couldn't see anything only supported that theory. Turning to the direction of the buzzing, he could see lightly forested hills in the distance. Squinting his eyes, Tristan shifted into his Demonic Deer form and investigated. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Apun arriving, he had taken the form of a small rat that attempt to act as his alarm clock. Scurring across the grass, the buzzing only grew stronger. Peering from underneith some bushes he was caught with the strangest sight. Two equine-like insects. They were fairly large, reaching the hips of his human form. Their legs seemed to have large holes and notches missing yet no signs of injury or pain could be seen eminating from them. The critin that covered their bodies was a shiny black. Their giant bug eyes were a greenish blue color, same as their lucas-like wings. They also had horns missing chunks like their legs. They faced each other giving off loud buzzez, most likely communication. "It seems I have found the most evolved species... Bug Horses." Tristan thought. Suddenly the bushes above him were ripped away as his ears were filled with deafening, angry buzzing. Turning back his rodent head, he saw another one of those insectiod ponies, staring down at him. "Shit!" He panic. Jumping back, he morphed into his defult form with his claws out. The other two flew up in surprise. Tristan gave his spotter a cold glare. The bug didn't care though. Its horn started to glow with a green energy, pointing towards him. "The fuck's that gonna-GAH!" Tristan flew back into another tree as if he was shot by a grave digger at point blank range. Slamming into the tree, it clealy gave as it leaned back several feet. Slidding down, Tristan let out a low growl. The scorch mark in his stomach filled with tendrils and morphed back to its orginal state, completely healed. He started a slow walk to the annoying fly, his claws growing longer. "That hurt..." He said coldly. He bent his knees and lunged. "THAT HURT!!!" Before slicing that pest to bits, it flew up and joined its comrades in the air. Tristan was furious at this desplay of mockery. They thought they could easily pick him off with lazers while just flying a few yards!?! Bending his legs, he could feel his mass building up. He shot up like a cannon, much to their surpirse. Tristan grabbed the middle one by the thoat and crashed back to earth, making large cracks in the ground when they connected. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the other two fly off in fear. BOOM! Tristan's head was forcable tilted as another blast hit his ear. What was left was a chrisp and the smell of burnt hair, quickly fixed by a flurry of small tendrils. Before his guest could fire another round, he grabbed its horn and with a quick turn of the wrist, stapped it off. The bug screeched and buzzed in agony, it was getting on his nerves. He forceable threw the insect down, which made its own creator. Tristan placed his boot on its tattered body. "I hate bugs." He said. CRUNCH! He crushed the horse in half, green ooze splattering everwhere. "Now let's see how you did that...!" Tristan said as tendril emerged from his leg and hand. Tristan felt a familar sensation. It felt like someone had slapped his brain with a wet lemon... That was covered in a solid gold brick. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Birds in the surrowding area suddenly flew up into the sky. Falling to his knees, Tristan attempted to cope with the ungodly pain as a lifetime knowledge flooded in. He saw a merky green substance, and bursting into out of it to met with another bug horse. The older one picked him up and carried him off to who knows where. Then he saw visions of vast tunnel systems illuminated by stange green pods and basic teaching on how to use the horn, which really was magic, surprisingly. And finally he remembered how many this SINGLE colony held. Hundreds, thousands, MILLIONS. "Oh... shit." Tristan relized what he did. He bascially killed a member of an insectoid race that could shoot fucking lazers. The tingling rang out through his whole body. "What now?" Tristan though. His whole form erupted in tendrils, his human shape becoming much bulkier. The reciding mass revealed his form, now in critin armor. His body was covered his thick, heavy plates that covered his torso and limps. The weak points uncovered to allow movement had a leathery substance lined with bio-olineseance that gave off a deep blue glow. His neck was protected by a high collar. And the head was smilar to a crusaders helmet with thin slits for vision. Standing up, Tristan inspected his armor, clearly feeling the weight. "Good for heavy combat, but unless I run into a whole party of those guys I doubt I'll use this often. Don't think I'll wear it during long travel either." Deforming his armor, Tristan thought of the bug horses again. "Speaking of them, those two are most likely heading back to their hive to alert the others... I'll never catch them as long as they have the air advantage. Fuck, ealier then I would have liked, but I better get out of here." Tristan said. Melting into a mass of tendrils, it was similar to when changing to the deer, but shorter. He took the form of a monsterous wolf. Going with the same theme as the deer, the fur was sleak and black with a streak of grey on the underside. Large paws with steak knife claws ended at strong legs. A long canine head ended with a large snout. The lips were replaced with the row of razor sharp teeth. The eyes glowed a dark green. Behind the wolf was big, bushy tail with barbed tendrils weaved into the fur. And to complete it all, he formed a small bio-olilimesence biohazard sign on his forehead. "Let's roll!" Tristan thought. The Evolved dashed into the thinnest looking parts of the forest, the sun setting. ********************************************************************************** Night Ink flew over the town of Ponyville, completely peaceful as like the pervious week. It was getting down right madding at this point. When could this so called monster show up? Sure the Princess said it was deadly, but at least it would interesting. No other Lunar guards with her, meaning she had no one to talk to. Celestia did send some of her Solar Guards, but they were asleep at this time. Sighing again, she scooped the abanoned streets again. Luna's moon illuminated the streets meaning her birth ability of night vision would never be put to the test. "Geez... I can't even stay up to cheek out the stores, all the citizens would freak if they saw me..." Ink said with a light chuckle, imagining the yokals screaming in terror of one messly batpony. One that was sworn to protect them none the less. Landing atop a random home, she perched herself like a bored falcon. "Maybe I can sneak around that libary where that Twilight mare lives, be cool to meet the Mare that downed Nightmare Moon and brought back Luna." She mumbled to herself. "Not to mention she's Celestia's personal student, might be funny seeing how some noble's handling be stuck in some ho-dunk town." She looked up at the moon. "Night Ink." A masculin voice called from behind her. The mare perked up and glanced behind herself. She saw another guard like her. His fur and armor were the same. However, his eyes were crystal blue and his mane and tail were dark brown. A serious look was plastered on his muzzle. "What?" Ink groaned. "Why aren't you patroling?" Dark wood asked. "I've been patroling," She said in a condesending tone, much to his displeasure. "I've been patroling for the past WEEK. I could use a quick brake." She looked back at the streets. "Twenty minutes, max. Then get your lazy flank back in the sky." Her supperoir jumped off the roof and flew back to his route. "Hard Ass..." Night Ink said under her breath. "I heard that!" She heard in the distance. "GOOD!" She called out. She flew off elsewhere to relax. Both unaware to the filly shaking in her bed from hearing such an agressive conversasion. "M-Mommy!"
Chapter 1: TransormationTristan walked through the crowds. A plesent smile on his lips. Fans and creators alike surrowned him. He was quite glad Cherrie convinced him to come alone to Comic Con. Tristan was wasn't like the streyotypical fanboy blob. He had a decent of of five eleven, not bad for a sixteen year old. His skin was fairly pale with very faint freckles on his cheeks. Under his glasses, his eyes were a green hazel. Short hair of light brown adorned his scalp. Patching his chip and upper lip were whiskers he never bothered to shave, yet they somewhat worked for him. His cloths were a plain white shirt and jeans complete with red sneakers. He was fairly average. Made good grades, occasonally did his chores, and even started to develop some sceond glances from the girls he went to class with. Like I said, fairly average. Around the first few hours of the first day, he and Cherrie had already split up. Without much spending money, Tristan merely walked around admiring the works and others cosplays, even striking up conversations with them. After a while he went back to wandering. Walking down a bust isle of fan booths, Tristan caught a name on one of the banners, Prototype. Snapping to the banner, he saw the booth of completely empty aside for the man behind the counter. Walking up to the booth, he noticed the man's clothing. A white botton up shirt under an unzipped grey hoodie witch concealed the mans eyes. Over the hoodie was a leather jacket with white strips on the arms. Unable to see his lower body, Tristan prosumed he was bearing jeans and boots as well. This fucker was cosplaying as Alex Mercer. Observing the desk, he saw various pieces of Prototype merchindise, shirts, hats, necklaces and even a black watch helmet. What caught his eye though a lava lamp-like device model after a glass vial filled with a reddish substance. The man noticed Tristan's gaze. "Intrested, are you?" He asked. Tristan flashed him a smile. "Huh, you even got the voice down." The man grinned as well. "Years of practice." He merely answered. Tristan quickly looked around. "Why isn't anyone else checking out your stuff?" Tristan asked. The man's grin melted into a small frown. "They have no knowledge of good games." "Still, this is some sweet merc, I'd kill for the lava lamp." Tristan said as his gaze drifted back to the vial. "You like? I personally made it myself, modeled it after the very same one from the opening cut scene in the first game." The man said. "How much?" Tristan asked pulling ot his wallet. "Since you obviously have good taste, in both games AND products, I'll cut it down to twenty five for you." The man picked up the Lava Lamp, holding it out to Tristan. "Really? Thanks!" Tristan slapped said payment on the table, taking the lamp. Walking away, Tristan heard the man speak once more. "Careful, you might get an 'infection'~" Tristan suddenly felt fatuiaged, his eyes barely keeping. He let out a loud yawn. "Awwww... What's wrong with me...?" His pace noticable slowed. A cosplay remair man caught sight of this and rushed to his side. The sensation of his hand on his shoulder was all but numb. "Hey pal, you alright?" Tristan's eyes shut, refusing to open. He fell forward, meetting the ground, he didn't even feel the glass break... And the virus crawl into his cuts. ********************************************************************************** "Ugh.... W-Where am I?" Tristan sat up, rubbing the headache at the back of his skull as his vision slowly came to. T'was not the confenction he saw, but a forest. "Eh-!" His weary eyes snapped open. He took a slow look around. He was sitting on a small sun lit patch of grass within a thick forest. Slowly standing up, he called out. "HELLO!?! Anyone there!?!" For a moment he listen, silently praying for an answer, but all he recieved was his own thumping heartbeat. He notice a small trail in the dirt before him, hesently, he walked ahead. Flinching at ever chirp and snap, Tristan marched the path, not noticing it getting larger. After a bit, he reached another small clearing. A giant hollowed out tree stood proudly in the center. The truck was torn open with large claw marks bearing the edges and soil around it. Tristan froze when he saw something stir within. Moving into the brush along side the path, Tristan took deep breaths as whatever called this place its home slinked out. It was indescripbable, it's very prescence frightening him to no end. It was large, almost lion-like. Its maw could easily bite him inhalf, Its paws have large claws that would slice him in half, a bulking scopians tail replaced the creatures intended part. The stinger seemed to have a inward curve, likely for dragging in whatever prey it catch. The only thing about this creatur that didn't horrifie him was were its tiny, almost comical, bat wings. Out of the creatures shoulders spouted a miniature set of wings that would pose no advantage to its propose. It lowered its snout to the ground and took loud sniffs. It looked towards the path Tristan just arrived from and snorted, taking a step forward,Tristans heart nearly jumped ou his throat. Paralized in fear, He merely closed his eyes in preporations of his impending death. Step after step, they became louder, the beast closer... The thuds grew closer, then farther. "Wait..." Tristan opened his eyes. The beast was no where to be seen.He looked back to see it walking down the path. "Huh..." He muttered himself. Slowly crawled ouy of the bushes, he walked around the edge of this creatures din. When reach the opisate side of the opening, Tristan's heart finally started to settle. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" A deep roar echoed behind him. "Shit." His heart prosided his marathon, and so did he. Tristan ran through forest, dodgeing and docking trees and rocks all while the heavy panting and foot steps crept closer behind. Imeditaly regreting it, He looked back seeing the beast swinging its paw. Suddenly he felt like an agonizing pain in side as his body went flying. BOOM! He collided into a tree, blood spowing his mouth. Sliding down to the groud, he cough more, dying his shirt red. Looking to his side with blurred vison, he saw the shirt was torn and the chunks of flesh missing, undoubtably intended to be a death blow. The taste of copper and iron tainted his ragged breath, he barely looked up to see the monster slinking in for the kill. Fear over comeing him his one arm that wasn't paralyzied in pain started searching for something to fend off this preditor, even for a moment. He felt something hard beside him, gripping it tightly and threw it at the monster. Blinded by the mix fear and bloodloss, he failed to notice it small boulder partical buried. CRACK! The rock made a sickening crush as it collided with the creatures head, it bonced off leaving a heavy wound above its eye, likely never to heal right. The monster replied with only another furious rowr before leaping at him. "N-NO!" Tristan shrieked in terror. He swung his fist forward. SPLAT! THUNK! Tristan gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tight, waiting for the end. Finally noticing the delay, hesently he open his eye see the beast laying its head on his legs... With his arm jammed in its socket. "W-what the fuck...!?!" Tristan said in disbelif. Looking up, the monster lied before him with his arm embedded in its skull, obviously it did not move, its only good eye had already rolled back into its head. His arm started to tingle. Gazing down at his arm, he saw small black tendril morph out of his arm and borrow into the beast skull, much to his horror. Soon more and more tendril started to from his flesh, cloths and his damn hair as they pulled him closer to the corpse despite his pleads. Making contact with it, Tristan bursted into a mass of tendrill and meilded into it. Then the dead beast did the same, morphing into a giant, wiggling mass of slimey bits before shrinking back down a smaller size. The asorbed back into each other and shapeshifted back into an uninjured Tristan. He bolted up looking around in horror. "W-W-What the HELL!?!" He Shrieked. A blast of pain erupted at the back of his skull. Forcing him to his knees. "G-Gaaaaah!" He scream as he gripped his hair. Shutting his eyes, his mind started to fill with visions. A bright light that fadded to show another beast like the one before, but this one looked down a him with loving eyes. "MOTHER." The word echoed in his ears. Next was a series of paws carring him after the mother. They walked through a forest, Suddenly the mother stopped and signaled her pup to halt. She lowered down and looked down a nearby field to see some deer. "HUNT." The exspreiances of hounreds of hunts and stalking ran through his mind The next one was somewhat emostianol. He saw the snot of the beast nuzzling its mother, this time much older. It then turned in slowly walked away from the din. Reaching the path, it looked back to its Mother before running down the trail. "LEAVE." Images of paths, landmarks and watering holes leaked into his knowledge. Finally he caught sight of himself, this very day through the mons-Manicores eyes. Everything from it waking up and the intense pain of his fists bursting through its eye. "KILL." Tristan's arms went limp as another tingling wave surge throug them. Looking down at his arms, the tendrils swriled around them and morph from the shoulders down. Thick, black stalk erupted from his shoulder blades and converged into a pair black, muscular arms that ended with hands with four huge, matalic, blade-like claws that shined menecingly in the sunlight. Tristans eyes wided with realization. A single name popped into his head. Alex Mercer. "Wait... That guy... The vial..." Tristan said to himself, begining to piece things together. "I... I'm an Evolved now..." He raised his hands up, tedrils waving around them once more, restoring them to their defult from. Droping them, he looked up at the sky. "What am I going to do now?" Suddenly, a famous qoute came to mind. "My name is Alex Mercer, I'm the reason for all of this. They called me a killer, monster, a terrorist... I am all of these things." Tristan's shaking breath calmed as he looked back at the ground. "That's right, I'm not human anymore... I'm something different.... Something better..." He finally stood up. "Judgeing by that creature this certainly isn't the world I once knew. If what I'm thinking is true, then I'm gonna need to explore." Bringing up a hand, without a thought it morped into a claw. Quickly turned on his heels, he swiped at the tree trunk, like a hot knife in butter the claws left deep cut marks that almost reached the center. Shifting his arm to normal, he gave a slight smile. "That's certainly going to help." Tristan tunged at his shirt. "Huh..." Getting into a 'T' pose, an image came into Tristans mind. Tendrils surged around him, vanishing just as quickly as they appered. His shirt was pitch black with a small, blue biohazard sign on the chest. A winter jack went over the T-shirt; the torso was a dark blue while cutting off into a shiny silver at the shoulder ending at the hands with leather gloves. On his legs were a pair of black, boot-cut jeans and untied steel-toe boots.His face had gone under some changes as well. His whiskery beard was now barely hugging the tip of his jawline. it almost looked penciled on. His wavy brown hair was slicked back and his glasses and formed into a sweet pair of red sport shades. His body had taken a more muscular build as well boosting him to a six foot four. Looking at his new form, his serious exspression turned gleeful. "Sweet! I'll never have to buy new cloths again." He frowned his brow. "Not that there is cloths store, is there?" He quickly looked around. "Better start looking around." And he took off in a random direction.
Chapter 2: RealizationIn the highest tower of a storybook castle, there lied the most poculiar creature. It seemed equine in form, however, this horse-like creature had mid-night blue fur and a flowing mane and tail of blues that resembled the infinate void that was space. Her large eyes wore a light blue shadow and were a beatiful greenisg blue. This creature also wore some sort of jewelry. Gem embeded siver horse shoes as well as a crown and necklace. The most amazing were it long, thin horn and wings tucked at its side. Speaking of which, Her horn gave off a calming blue glow, same at the lit candles that circled around her. She lied on the marble floor with her eyes closed, the look of worry and curousity somehow plastered on her face. Gasping, her eyes they shot open, and the candles fell to te grond with a dull thud. "This is of the upmost corncern..." She said with clear fright, and the accent of old royalty. ********************************************************************************** Tristan sat perched on the branch. The tree he was roosting in dwarfed all the others around it, proofing it to handle his weight and make a great view point. Not more than a night had pass and he had make amazing distance. Having consumed the Manicore, Tristan discorved other abilities as well. Inhuman senses that were required for a deadly hunter. Greatly improved speed and agility, weither they were there already and he didn't know how to use them or they WERE from the creature he hadn't figured out. Running on average, he was now fast as a star-athelte and could jump a pole vault in a single bound. Sitting at the edge of the limb with claws formed, he merely listened. CRUNCH. The unmistakable sound of a leaf being crushed. Snapping his head down, he saw a lone buck chewing some grass below him. "'Kay, Let's put these powers to practice..." He whispered. Leaping off the branch, he fell with hands up. He crashed beside the deer, making a small creator which startled it. But it didn't matter. With a fast slash of his arms the deer fell to the ground as nothing more than two ends with a few thicks slabs of bloody meat in between. Still in his crouch postion, tedrils wiggled from from his body and gripped the corces, which phased into his own flesh apun contact. Standing up, Tristan felt the same senesation to a lower exstanet. Placing his hand on his forhead, he let the memeroies come forth. Nothing new compared the Manicore, aside from locations with similar preditors that deer meant to stay away from. Exhaling deeply, Tristan composed his thoughts. "Alright, maybe I should check out those terriortories and see what they have to offer. After that I may go hunting for some more of those Manicores, might see if I could get that knarly scorpians tail and wings. And after I collect as much gentic material as I can from this place, I might leave the forest. Who knows, there might be a primitave civilization around here I could rule as a God. Yeah, definatly doing that." Shifting his arms back, another idea came to mind. "Hmm... I wonder how far I could take this shapeshifting thing..." He rubbed his chin. Tristan bursted into a mass of tedrils that lifted itself by four stalks. As a large grouping formed near end, they fused together. He was now the buck. Luckily had just absorbing a life times exspirance of walking on four legs TWICE, he didn't fall other. "Okay... but what about...?" He thought. Again did tedrils form, the general deer shape getting larger and larger by the second. The recieding tenticles revealed a monster of a buck. The sheer size alone would have scared the orginal animal to death. This adjusted from was so big that a normal deers antlers would barely reach haldway up this monsters slender neck. This new deer had sleak, black fur with shinning, large, matalic hooves that supported long, powerful legs. The torso carried the same musculature at his legs. The thick neck lead up to small head. The skin had a tinge of blue adding to the 'death' vibe he was giving off. The eyes sunk into the socket appering as nothing more then green, haunting dots. Small fangs protruded from the lips. The base of his new antlers were ebony that faded into a shining silver at the points. The ends of his horns were far shaper than your average deer, almost pike-like. Instruments fit not for fighting for mates and marking land, but for impaling, for killing. "Muuuuuuuuch better." He thought happily. Turning around, he began to run to the nearest preditory den. Tristan caught quick glances of the lesser woodland critters; such as humming birds, squirls, goothers and the ocasional fellow deer. The simply took one look at him and scattered in any direction that wasn't his. He could't blame them, he would to if he saw a giant, demoic buck prancing through a creepy forest. But he kept onward, these were lesser animals, creature with genitics that would be of no use to him as anyting other than a snack, which he wasn't even sure he needed anymore. Though he did make a mental note to look for a bird and fish later for the water breathing and wings. ********************************************************************************** The blue and black equine being was in another tower. This time talking to another one of her race. This one was far taller, but slimmer as well. Her alabaster coat paired with her main and tail, they flowed in an invisible wind while colored nearly every color in the rainbow. Like her sister, she wore jewerly but of gold. Her horn was much longer and her wings far bigger. "Sister, I am tell you something." The blue one said urgantly. The elder sister looked down at her with violet eyes. "What is, Luna?" "Whilst meditating I felt the birth a dark evil, an evil more dark than even that of my time as Nightmare." Luna said, worry cleary seen in her eyes. Celestia's eyes widen ever so slightly. "I was afraid of this, I too felt this while looking other Twilight's letters. But I merely shrugged it off." She gained a thoughtful exspression. "I'll send word to the guards patrol all the towns in the country side. Where did you feel this power coming from, Sister?" "In the deepest reaches of the Everfree Forest which no pony has ever seen. We may have to bring in outside forces to aid in the protection of our boarders until this threat is delt with." Luna said. Celestia raised a brow. "Are you suggesting we place innocent griffion hunters in danger?" "I'm afraid so." Luna answered. "No, we may lose citizens to this... beast, but I won't left the emotions of the Griffion Empire make this worse." Celestia decided. "I understand. I'll send orders to my nightguard to watch over the inner cities when night falls." ********************************************************************************** The whimpering wolf looked up at the Evolved with begging eyes. Only to be met with a skull crushing stomp. CRUNCH! Tristan swished his boot side to side just for the hell of it. Simply by looking at this one he could tell it was a mere beta, fus not needing its lack luster knowledge. Pulling his foot from the gore, he turned to the rest of his handy work. The other pack members were slice, impaled or down right torn in half. Looking at a nearby pool of blood, he recalled the events. Still charging in his Demonic Deer form, he rushed the den with what he had to guess was the Alpha standing guard. The wolf tired to jump on him, but sadily failed and was scowered by his spear-like horns. The force comnined with the sharpness of his antlers tore the poor thing in half, luckily sparing the brain. Imedietly after ripping the pack leader in half, he jumped into the shallow den. While mid-air, he quickly referted to his human form with claws out and began to paint the walls red. Despite his brutal and merceless execuations, he was glad there were no pups or pregnate mothers around, that would spare him the guilt of having to end such a young live, or at the very lest, ruining one. Tendrils spruted out his torso and went for the corpes. Absorbing them, he noticed the pain of floating memories had weaken saverly, more alike that of a light cold. "Huh... I guess if the memories are almost the same or depecte the same thing it dosen't hurt as much. Or I'm just getting good." He closed his eyes and began to quietly narrate his new memories. "Let's see... Childhood, childhood, hunting, hunting, mating-Didn't need to know THAT-Near by wolf dens and... nothing new." Tristan sighed. "Shit, I'd at least thought they'd know were more of those Manicores are...!" He said. "Oh well... That deer knew plenty of other places too." A tingling sensasion rang through out his mouth. "New power!" He thought. Tendrils swirled around his cheeks and lips. Soon they were repaced with a row of razor sharp teeth streaching ear to ear. The gum-like tissue around the teeth was a blackish color. He felt them, sticking a finger in his mouth to feel a second, smaller row right behind. He attempted speak. "Ah... Ah...!" He emitted a low barking sound. Quickly changing back, he sighed again. "Right... Not structured for speach... Might not use it for other then show then." Tristan said as he popped his jaw. He looked back down at the drying blood. "I've got to make sure not to take this stuff too far. Too much consumpstion of one species like deer or bears might really fuck with the food chain. I'll have to limit myself to a handful at most, depending if their endangered or not." He caught notice of the setting sunlight. "Better gather some wood." After few chops and snips there with the ol' claws, he piled them on the den floor. "Let's see..." He looked up at his claw, bringing it up to the low ceiling and giving it a quick scratch. Sparks flew from the contact and one luckly one landed on the dead lives of the campfire, igniting it. Sure, he had gained a lesser version of nocturnal vision from the feline aspect of the Manicore, but a fire felt... comforting. With a stasfied smile, he slid down the wall and sat down beside the fire. His smile turned into a frown. "Despite these powers, it still sucks being all alone. Sure if I have Cherrie with me or my Dad this'd be more bearable, I miss 'em. What if I get home and I still of these... things? Won't some goverment snobs try and bleed me for a bio weapon? Then it be like the events of Prototype but in real life." He sighed. "Even if I had a way home I can't risk it. They'll hurt them too, I know it." He looked into the fire. "I miss you guys, so much." He hugged his knees. "And what if their isn't any civilization around here? Will I have to wait for some monkey to figure out how to make fire and then step in? That could a hell of a wait. Maybe I could use the virus and make some intellegent life from these woodland creatures? Heh, that be some 'Ancient Aliens's shit right there, would't it?" He throw his head, not caring about the scraping of the stone wall on his skull. "I'll have to make sure to do a good search when I get out of this place." Closing his eyes, he began remember the deer's life. "Okay... Got wolves. Now what? My other options are bears, crocodiles and timber wolves... wait what?" Tristan's eyes snapped open. Quickly closing them again, he borrowed deeper into the deers understanding of these 'Timber Wolves'. Soon he found memories showing a pile of logs and sticks stringed across the ground. "The hell?" Suddenly they began shake and move together, forming the shape of a wolf. Two green spheres came to life at the base of this creatures head. "Weird..." Tristan muttered. He shifted into the wolves and manicores knowlgde. Apperntly they were sentiate pieces of lumber awaked by what he could only guess was magic. Despite being wood, they still hunted and killed prey. The Timber Wolves were also very challenging as well as evidante by the Manicore. Merely smashing them apart would't do it, you'd wither have to split them intarely or burn them. Tristan reopen his eyes and crossed legs, tinting his fingers in deep thought. "Alright, I'll have to give these guys a wide burp until I can my hands on some termites or make some torces, yes... I'll diffently make the torces Plan B, who knows what kind of abilities I could unlock with those strange creatures, control over plants? Create my own timber wolves? Oh Hell, I'd LOVE that abilitity. I might even be able to create timber deer or rats to act as my eyes and ears... I'll do a search for some rotting stomps in the morning." Giving a loud yawn, Tristan pulled up his hood and lied down on his side
Chapter 3: Investigaton"Yes, Princess Luna?" The Royal guard said. She had noticable shorter stature. Her was armored in a ebony bridle and saddle designed eerily similar to the romans with a vampirc twist. Her fur was a dark grey and her slit eyes were blood red. The blue plume of her helmet matched her azure main and tail as well. Small fangs poked from out her upper lip, along with the batwings made she only appered even more undead then she really was. "Night Ink, I have a very special assignment for you." Luna answered. The batpony did a small bow. "Whatever do you need, my Princess?" "You see, Night Ink, you shall sent on a scouting mission to the EverFree Forest outside PonyVille. I have felt dark energies recently spewing fourth from there. You are merely to observe, any contact or combat between you and the beast residing there is completely forbidden. If you suspect it was saw you or has any clue of your prescence, RUN. Retreat back here and report all your findings. The same goes if it moves towards the villiage. Understood?" Luna instructed. "Understood." Night Ink answered. "Good, now fly." Luna made a gesture towards the open balconey window with her hoof. The batpony did so and flew into the starry night sky, unaware of events to unfold. ********************************************************************************** "FUCK! Nothing!" Tristan snarled in frustration. He gripped the bottom of the old stomp and uprooted it, tossing it aside in rage. Since the second he woke, he had been running around the forest for hours now and still nothing! Out of the corner of his eyes he could see more small crtters watching him from a distance. He cocked his head towards them and let out bestial roar that no human could make. They quickly scattered. "Fucking..." He said quietly. Buzzzzzzzzzz...! That sound made his ears perk up. Turning his head, he could slightly heard better that sound. It sounded like fly buzzing dangerously close to his ear. Yet the echo implided it was much farther, and the fact his superhuman sight couldn't see anything only supported that theory. Turning to the direction of the buzzing, he could see lightly forested hills in the distance. Squinting his eyes, Tristan shifted into his Demonic Deer form and investigated. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Apun arriving, he had taken the form of a small rat that attempt to act as his alarm clock. Scurring across the grass, the buzzing only grew stronger. Peering from underneith some bushes he was caught with the strangest sight. Two equine-like insects. They were fairly large, reaching the hips of his human form. Their legs seemed to have large holes and notches missing yet no signs of injury or pain could be seen eminating from them. The critin that covered their bodies was a shiny black. Their giant bug eyes were a greenish blue color, same as their lucas-like wings. They also had horns missing chunks like their legs. They faced each other giving off loud buzzez, most likely communication. "It seems I have found the most evolved species... Bug Horses." Tristan thought. Suddenly the bushes above him were ripped away as his ears were filled with deafening, angry buzzing. Turning back his rodent head, he saw another one of those insectiod ponies, staring down at him. "Shit!" He panic. Jumping back, he morphed into his defult form with his claws out. The other two flew up in surprise. Tristan gave his spotter a cold glare. The bug didn't care though. Its horn started to glow with a green energy, pointing towards him. "The fuck's that gonna-GAH!" Tristan flew back into another tree as if he was shot by a grave digger at point blank range. Slamming into the tree, it clealy gave as it leaned back several feet. Slidding down, Tristan let out a low growl. The scorch mark in his stomach filled with tendrils and morphed back to its orginal state, completely healed. He started a slow walk to the annoying fly, his claws growing longer. "That hurt..." He said coldly. He bent his knees and lunged. "THAT HURT!!!" Before slicing that pest to bits, it flew up and joined its comrades in the air. Tristan was furious at this desplay of mockery. They thought they could easily pick him off with lazers while just flying a few yards!?! Bending his legs, he could feel his mass building up. He shot up like a cannon, much to their surpirse. Tristan grabbed the middle one by the thoat and crashed back to earth, making large cracks in the ground when they connected. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the other two fly off in fear. BOOM! Tristan's head was forcable tilted as another blast hit his ear. What was left was a chrisp and the smell of burnt hair, quickly fixed by a flurry of small tendrils. Before his guest could fire another round, he grabbed its horn and with a quick turn of the wrist, stapped it off. The bug screeched and buzzed in agony, it was getting on his nerves. He forceable threw the insect down, which made its own creator. Tristan placed his boot on its tattered body. "I hate bugs." He said. CRUNCH! He crushed the horse in half, green ooze splattering everwhere. "Now let's see how you did that...!" Tristan said as tendril emerged from his leg and hand. Tristan felt a familar sensation. It felt like someone had slapped his brain with a wet lemon... That was covered in a solid gold brick. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Birds in the surrowding area suddenly flew up into the sky. Falling to his knees, Tristan attempted to cope with the ungodly pain as a lifetime knowledge flooded in. He saw a merky green substance, and bursting into out of it to met with another bug horse. The older one picked him up and carried him off to who knows where. Then he saw visions of vast tunnel systems illuminated by stange green pods and basic teaching on how to use the horn, which really was magic, surprisingly. And finally he remembered how many this SINGLE colony held. Hundreds, thousands, MILLIONS. "Oh... shit." Tristan relized what he did. He bascially killed a member of an insectoid race that could shoot fucking lazers. The tingling rang out through his whole body. "What now?" Tristan though. His whole form erupted in tendrils, his human shape becoming much bulkier. The reciding mass revealed his form, now in critin armor. His body was covered his thick, heavy plates that covered his torso and limps. The weak points uncovered to allow movement had a leathery substance lined with bio-olineseance that gave off a deep blue glow. His neck was protected by a high collar. And the head was smilar to a crusaders helmet with thin slits for vision. Standing up, Tristan inspected his armor, clearly feeling the weight. "Good for heavy combat, but unless I run into a whole party of those guys I doubt I'll use this often. Don't think I'll wear it during long travel either." Deforming his armor, Tristan thought of the bug horses again. "Speaking of them, those two are most likely heading back to their hive to alert the others... I'll never catch them as long as they have the air advantage. Fuck, ealier then I would have liked, but I better get out of here." Tristan said. Melting into a mass of tendrils, it was similar to when changing to the deer, but shorter. He took the form of a monsterous wolf. Going with the same theme as the deer, the fur was sleak and black with a streak of grey on the underside. Large paws with steak knife claws ended at strong legs. A long canine head ended with a large snout. The lips were replaced with the row of razor sharp teeth. The eyes glowed a dark green. Behind the wolf was big, bushy tail with barbed tendrils weaved into the fur. And to complete it all, he formed a small bio-olilimesence biohazard sign on his forehead. "Let's roll!" Tristan thought. The Evolved dashed into the thinnest looking parts of the forest, the sun setting. ********************************************************************************** Night Ink flew over the town of Ponyville, completely peaceful as like the pervious week. It was getting down right madding at this point. When could this so called monster show up? Sure the Princess said it was deadly, but at least it would interesting. No other Lunar guards with her, meaning she had no one to talk to. Celestia did send some of her Solar Guards, but they were asleep at this time. Sighing again, she scooped the abanoned streets again. Luna's moon illuminated the streets meaning her birth ability of night vision would never be put to the test. "Geez... I can't even stay up to cheek out the stores, all the citizens would freak if they saw me..." Ink said with a light chuckle, imagining the yokals screaming in terror of one messly batpony. One that was sworn to protect them none the less. Landing atop a random home, she perched herself like a bored falcon. "Maybe I can sneak around that libary where that Twilight mare lives, be cool to meet the Mare that downed Nightmare Moon and brought back Luna." She mumbled to herself. "Not to mention she's Celestia's personal student, might be funny seeing how some noble's handling be stuck in some ho-dunk town." She looked up at the moon. "Night Ink." A masculin voice called from behind her. The mare perked up and glanced behind herself. She saw another guard like her. His fur and armor were the same. However, his eyes were crystal blue and his mane and tail were dark brown. A serious look was plastered on his muzzle. "What?" Ink groaned. "Why aren't you patroling?" Dark wood asked. "I've been patroling," She said in a condesending tone, much to his displeasure. "I've been patroling for the past WEEK. I could use a quick brake." She looked back at the streets. "Twenty minutes, max. Then get your lazy flank back in the sky." Her supperoir jumped off the roof and flew back to his route. "Hard Ass..." Night Ink said under her breath. "I heard that!" She heard in the distance. "GOOD!" She called out. She flew off elsewhere to relax. Both unaware to the filly shaking in her bed from hearing such an agressive conversasion. "M-Mommy!"
