Perception

by fateswriter

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Luna, Drama, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Queen Chrysalis, Romance, Adventure, Timberwolves, Tragedy, Dark, Zecora, Sad, Main 6
Length: 6912

A foal loses her family to chrysalis. Now she must decide with clashing morals what the just thing is. Hunt chrysalis, or capture and turn her.

Ah, what a wonderful day it was. The schedualed day of the marrige of the current princess cadance and shinning armour. And while many a pony had gone off to see the happy couple, a good portion continued as if it were just a beautiful celestia given day. Well... that was the initial idea...;In a flash a common foal is turned orphan in one of the worse way, and now must learn to live without the love warmth of a ...normal... family. However, being chased into a forest after witnessing the murder of her small family changed the heart of the filly; And with nothing but a determination and hatred our little foal will grow to face one of the harshes condrums that any surviving avenger must face. Should she hunt or reform chrysalis.

Published 2017-12-11 17:30:07 UTC
Last updated 2017-12-18 02:20:05 UTC

Reason

Equestrian was at war. The skies rained fire and the streets screamed. The rhythm of the fire ball impacts was like the scattered baseline to the Symphony of chaos. Ponies everywhere were running or fighting. The hell spawns that left the green fire pelts black like tar and full of holes in different places. They wrecked havoc since released in the sky, destroying all life and order in sight. In fear of death many ponies tried to run while others hid, my mother being one of those unseen. Some made the escape while others were burned at the instant or picked off by the holed ponies littering the skies like flies. My mother held me close while my little brother shivered in fear between us, Our current shelter a fallen table. The city of canterlot was dying before us, as Our home turned into a battlefield.

Our shelter, the table, was stable at first. However the content wear and tear on the make shift shield was beginning to show, and while we were in no imminent danger (at least within this point of view) we needed to move fast. My mom nudge my for leg for my attention then grabbed my brother and placed him on her back. I watched as she slowly arose and stepped outside our failing fortress. She looked both ways across the ruble that used to be a small diner, then sprinted across. At first I was confused, why run that way. Our home was in deeper in town yet she went towards th reserved greenery. Then I realized.

‘we can hide in the forest reserve!!’

I watched as she ran to a corner of a broken building, a loud boom that echoed causing the rubble to fall on my shivering brother. She inched around the corner and saw it was safe, turning to give me a signal.
It never came.

A changling that had been hovering had spotted her from above. In haste it charged at my mother at full force, a green shine coving it's speed. I closed my eyes in fear, the shrieks and screams that stained my ears were my only indication of the state of my family. I was alone. I looked up, only to be ingrained with an image that I could never unsee. I wanted to cry. I wanted to die.

I wanted to kill.

Shaking my head in anger and sadness, I focused on the new task I had. I knew I had to avenge my family but I couldn't do it now, no I was to small. It had to wait. But I knew my motive. I slowly left the table and ran over to the bodies that formerly were my mom and brother. Tears left me in mourning, but I did not cry.
No now was not the time. So instead I faced towards the forest and ran, the haunting sound of bug wings encouraging me. I ran fast, the wind making my hair whip angrily against me. The sound of wings approaching sent fear through me and I yelled as I was tackled to the ground. It turned me around, it's ever green eyes pierced me. I watched as it lit it's horn up to attack me, then a jolt woke me. In rage I lifted my forehoof and pressed it to its face until my hoof ached. When it jumped off me in pain I took that moment to get up, only ever hesitating once, thinking I could finish it off. A growl left my throat as I convinced myself to leave. As I stared at the ever enhancing forest and waited till it's darkness covered my being to turn again. I glared as the changling searched for me before flying away in defeat. I kept myself low but ever vigilant, my hatred fueling my adrenaline enough to beat even the most season hunter. I glared hard for a few seconds before turning to walk further within. The sound of leaves and Twigs beyond my feet.

My hooves ached, one more than the other. I had been walking in the deep evergreen ever free for what seemed like ages. Well if ages were what seemed to be five sun cycles. The world around me was dark as if it knew no color. A pang when to my stomach once more as I continued on. Everything had begging for me to stop moving, my legs shaking each step hesitating more than the latter. I pressed forward however, searching for an answer, a possibility or hope of my comeuppance. After I glanced the last red rays of the evening sun leave for slumber, I lost hope. My ambition was gone, my anger in failing ever raging. I kept moving through the ache as a punishment. I had failed. I failed not only myself but nirvana, my mom. I failed astro, my brother. And I failed the unknown, my father. Don't know how exactly I did that last one but I was sure of it. It was my fault. Every step I pressed sent shock waves up my legs, to the point where I wished I'd been walking on glass instead. Not to mention the ever violent growls of the beast within my empty stomach. My vision blurred, my tongue long gone dry the world began to circle, but I pressed forward. I kept going, I think I made it six more steps before I fell on a twigg, face first into the ground. My muzzle stung. Turning my head to the side I stared long and hard a the trunk of what looked like a rubber wiggling tree. Contemplating getting up. I decided instead I'd stay there, preparing to live just long enough to see the sun rise again before joining my family between the stars.
I laid there, each pressing moment I grew weaker, my breaths more shallow. I was calm, all was calm, until the sudden twig cracking and the deep growls of a feral creature approaching resonated the forest.

Weakly I blink, and suddenly I'm face to wooden muzzle with a timberwolf. I blink again and more appear, jaws dripping with what I hope is evening dew. Out of fear of growing numbers or watching myself get ripped apart I hesitated to blink again, but inevitably I had to. However no real changes occurred this time. The wolves stood in front of me, about five in a curve behind the one in front. The wolf in question sniffed at me, occasionally nipping harshly at my fur or mane. In desperation I decided to give my best growl to ward him off. This made him jump back and tilt his head in confusion, before letting out a barking rattle. At first I'd thought I'd angered him and that I'd be dinner in a few seconds, until I saw the other follow suit. The rattle had a harshish tone to it but seemed surprisingly jovial and after a while of listening I could tell.

They were laughing.

The leader stopped his barking after a moment to inspect me again, pushing my weak body with his hard nose. I looked among the crowd of wolves for answers, and observed that about four of them were looking towards me belly up, while the others didn't seem to care. Taking this hint, I begrudgingly turned myself off my belly; waves of ache hitting me full force as I moved myself. I tried to lift my hooves to resemble their paws bit I was to weak. Their leader, sniffed me one more good time before trotting off towards the mini pack of hunters, perhaps to discuss my demise. When he trotted back, the left over adrenaline rush kicked in and gave me the strength to let out a very dry raspy cry for something, anything. I tried to form words but they were lost to me. The leader leaned his muzzle down towards my face, and as I closed my eyes in defeat I felt a hard press in a circle on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see the leader nuzzling me, in a way my mother once did. I looked up, expecting to see cold yellow eyes but instead got warm hazelnut. As gently as possible he picked me up and placed me on his back made of ash wood and started walking. In a direction I didn't know of. I closed my eyes, the sound of oak paws following behind me my lullaby of a tale soon to come. One of a pony and her pack.

Author's Note

This is my second story I've published. I had been working on this story for quiet a while. This story is a combination of my need for a werepony story and wanting something to do. if you guys like it please tell me and give me critisms of my work. I think I've got about 3 chapters already typed up but I'll keep typing more if I see that other enjoy it. Thanks so much!!

Purpose

Darkness surrounded my being, as I floated into an abyss of nothing. I saw occasional flashes of colors, and with each one a feeling of longing or hatred. A flash of light purple, I feel love. A flash of dark blue, I feel pride and protective regret. A flash of black spots (which was hard to see) I see red and heated rage. My body floating along between the clashes of washed up memories dragged further and further down. I lie there, looking up as even the darkness began to blur. Closing my eyes I give in to the death that rapped me. Well that was the plan until I fell into a loud memory.

The memory sets inside a cottage, back when we home hopped. We were currently living alongside my uncle berry cider. And while we were the memories starts with us in the living room, the fireplace lit the keep out the winter cold. There my uncle slept in his rocking chair while a smaller version of me and my younger brother sat next to each other as we listen to my mother end another hearth's warming tale.

“ aww man if that were me I'd beat him up.” said astro swinging his hooves frantically at what he thought fighting was.

“ ya can't just beat up everypony astro.” mini me remarked proudly.

“ well then what would yoooooou do?” asked astro.

I thought seemed to ponder this for a short moment before answering.
“ I think i'd… show them up, ya know to show ‘em I'm better than they are!” I proclaimed.

My mother laughed wholeheartedly as she watched us bicker. A hoof to her muzzle in politeness, she shushed us; summoning our attention.
“hush or you'll wake your uncle.” she said calmly,
“ besides that you both have the wrong idea. Think about it like this. Sure rudolph could have beat up his friends or showed them that he was special but do you think the old leader Nicolas would have picked him? He was chosen not only because he could do a great job, but because of his kind heart. Never forget that.” my mother picked up astro to nuzzle his main down while ushering us to bed.

“ never forget what?” I asked a yawn escaping my light blue muzzle.

“ never forget, that no matter the path you walk is dark or light that both will eventually Intertwine, and that when the time is right you will learn to walk the gray paths just as comfortably.”

I giggled, “ that doesn't make sense mama”

The world around me fades to darkness once again as I hear her soft voice speak once more.

“ it will in due time…”

As the darkness shrouds my vision once more cracks of light burst through what seemed the ever endless darkness and began to stream betwixt the dreams and memories. I started to feel through my senses again. I could feel the ground beneath me hard. I could smell the air of daisies and pinecones. My eyes took longer but eventually I could see and I awoke in a cave. To my left the exit and what looked like a pool of water. I shifted to my right to see a sleeping alpha timberwolf. The very same who spared me.

The moments that transpired afterwards were moments of gold. I spent the rest of my fillyhood with the wolves. Learning their trades, skills and secrets. I learned so much from them that by the time I was an adult I was considered a good replacement for the alpha. He couldn't seem to find a mate so he sortof adopted me instead. I began to love the pack that surrounded me. And with them we created so many memories.Some good, some bad,some not worth mentioning but all would be embedded within me forever. They were sad when I told them I must leave, the old alpha laid his ears back in anger and argued with me to keep me. But I could not stay, and as such Ieft to sleep my last day in the forest on the outskirts of the pack grounds.

The moon shone as unforgiving as the night I caved under its counterpart, the ever shining sun. My nose wet with dew from an evening graze, and my eyes from my sadness I laid down beneath it's gaze the evening breeze cooling my now thick fur. I turned my head to the side and flicked my ear back at the rustling of the wind downward from me.

“ what is it great one?” I asked the alpha

I heard a wolf is chuckle that warmed my being against the cold fall night.

“I fear I might have raised you better than expected.”he walked over to me silently before sitting down. His tree bark old and decaying brought new pricks to my eyes as the thought of me returning to a world without him edged towards me.

“ I thank you for all you have given and taught me.”

“yes yes you have said this so much today that I wish I hadn't taught you to speak our tongue.”

I smiled at that, strangle enough. It was silent for about two minutes before he spoke again, his voice wary and low.

“I regret teaching you all I did.” I growled at that

“ teaching me or not it does not change my decision.” laying my ears back to further establish my displeasure.

“ yes I know, but I feel as if I've help destroy you.”
To this my anger subsided and I turned to him.

“wh-what do you mean?”

“this world is not perfect, as much as we’d like we cannot destroy all its evil. And as such as a young pup you were scared with the eternal burns of darkness, seeded in you to fester and grow into the purest of darkness. Hatred. I have given you the tools and skills you would need to set out on this adventure, but for the life of me I couldn't understand why I felt an ache at my core every time you succeeded. Then I realized it was because of what I was making you. You are now an alpha wolf to any wolf's standard, but I don't think your mother would have wanted you to become a cold killing machine. And for me the wise wolf in this pack to have helped you blindly, neigh, willingly is unforgivable on my part. I don't however regret you, my little one for you are the only one to form your life.” His eyes closed in sadness, he smiled at the stars before turning towards me. He looked at peace and if he were to die today there would be no regrets. I was speechless for a moment.

“ Alpha I… I dunno what to say to that.”

“Don't then. Just accept this along with these next few words I give you. Little no bark you have shown great honor respect and courage through your many years as a member of the winter pack. It is with the highest of sorrow and pleasure that I now deem you worthy of warrior status and permit you honorary leave of this wolf pack so that you may one day return to us no longer as little no bark, but as lylic wolfsbane. A name both poisoning and deadly as it is classy and refined. Arise dearest warrior into your new title and go forth into your new future.” I jumped upon the alpha as he finished his speech. Nuzzling and holding him dear I did what I tried not to in the beginning and cried. I did not want to leave him or the pack. Leaving the pack was the hardest thing I had ever done, my heart ached tremendously and my hooves wished to disobey me as I continued outward following the scent of ponies. I kept this pain with me the entire way, it gave me another reason to hunt down the changelings. And for every small or large pain yet to come I'd store it only to give back to them. This motivated my movement as I ventured on.

I kept walking until I came to a bridge. Not to far from that lay a cottage. My curiosity peaked I walked to it. Stopping at the door

Author's Note

hope you enjoyed it. Let me know how it was.

Meaningful Encounter

The house was yellowish, with a brown roof and it's walls coated in vines and flowers. This however wasn't what convened me to go there first. From within and behind the house I could smell a bunch of animals, from a bear to a mouse. Bunny, birds, snakes, and everything else. But that wasn’t the strange part. The strange part was, I could smell the animals, predator and prey all In one space. But not a drop of blood. I wanted to know why. Well first I have to announce my presence, but I couldn't remember how ponies are supposed to do it.

Pacing around on the porch of the cottage, I decided to stomp my hooves on the wood loudly. Full of purpose the wood started to make noise as I jumped upon it with fever. I continued to do so until my ears twitched with the soft sounds of another set of hooves.

“ umm… who's there?” the language of equine was almost lost to me but I understood this just fine. It began to renew itself in my mind as I fixed an answer.

“ ggggrrummmph. Arph. grrraa-i...graa-i mmmmnnee ha-hap(hey!! I need help) ” my attempt at equine was worse than I remember but it got my point across. My voice was rough from my years of wolf talk, and it almost hurt to speak this way. The door stayed put for a while longer, the sound of pacing hooves reached my trained ears. I tried again.

“grrraaph.. d-d000oo r-rill ggggrose? grraa-i…. mmmmnnnee …. hap( why is the door still closed?, i need help).” …..ok. that was extremely worse than before. I kinda sounded like a monster I had permission to hunt down before. What was it called?...manticore. well that thing took forever to kill, lemme tell ya. Still I guess I wouldn't open the door for a voice like that.

“ oh...my.. um…..i-i can't help y-you. Please...go away?” the soft voice told me a couple things. First that I was not welcome, second that she was female, third that she was scared (or she's also having trouble with her equine speak).

I grunted in defeat and shook my head to calm myself. Tapping my hoof on the porch twice,and grunting once more, I headed off towards the forest in hopes of finding something to drink.

I had taken about four hoof steps when I head the door open. Turning around, I stared amazed at the yellow winged pony as a series of grunts and growls escaped her muzzle.

“can you understand me.” her growl was high pitch but was a perfect imitation of the timberwolves back home.

I growled low and huffed proudly. “yes! How can you speak wolf tongue. This language is sacred.”

She smiled brightly and turned back to her house flicking her tail to beckon me inside.

She sat down at on elevated ground (loveseat) and patted it twice to invite me to it, I however chose the carpeted floor. The den was warm and was just as yellow on the inside. I had hints of pink id only seen in flowers near by the packs migration trail to the broken mountain further inside the forest. I shook my head as it began to swim with the overbearing scents of all the animals. How did this pony do it? And why? The forest smelled better and had waaay more. I watched a mouse run across the floor and a bird of prey chase it. I smiled as the mouse was caught but tilted my head in confusion as it simple placed it on the table and landed on a perch above the elevated area the kind mare had sat. what was going on here? Maybe she’s some kind of god..that would explain the behavior of the animals here.

The yellow mare look at me. I hadn’t noticed she’d been eyeing me and had even circled me. Then in her soft high pitched bark she asked.

“ so, your a pony. At first glance I couldn’t tell. You look so much like a timberwolf. Your hooves are covered in dried hardened mud and have sharpened rocks and sticks sticking out. Like… like claws. Your coat is wild and very unkempt. On your head you have what appears to be a deceased timberwolf head over yours. your mane, It's rather short but I suppose I can barely see with the twigs and the wooden carcass And you speak the tongue quiet nicely… um what’s your name?”

“I am li-... lylic. The head is from a fallen warrior I saw as my brother. Wearing it is a symbol of pride and glory. It also protects me and grants me bravery. My claws help me run fast, as I must when hunting.” She was so quiet, I lowered my voice to yips and yowls so as to not scare her.

I heard her gasp.

“ H-HUNTING, oh my- please tell me you didn’t-”

I stopped her stuttering and scoffed.

“No- no. My pack was rather peaceful, we only attacked things that came to close to the mother den-”

“ oh thank goodness-”

“-Unless,of course, you count the coming of age ceremony where we have to follow tradition of our ancestors and kill a deer. Which I found quite delightful, didn’t take nearly as long to kill than a bear lemme tell ya.”
I chuckled at what I thought was a funny joke. Ridiculous. Everyone knew it would take a whole pack to take down an average size bear, so usually we just scared it off with numbers. My host however didn’t think it was so funny as she looked at me with a very expressive face. The only way I could describe it would be, being present during senior mating night… I shivered at that horrible thought.

‘Never’

I could her squeaking in response to my earlier comment, her mouth hung open in shock. I stood to look further in her eyes to make sure she wasn’t having a shake over*, but when i lifted from the ground she flinched and seemed to return to the world. I watched as she shook her head, trying to clear it, then looked at me and furred her brow.

“...please tell me you didn’t eat them..”

I shook my head in disgust, what type of a wolf did she think i was.

“How can you speak our language and not know our customs. Of course I didn’t. Timberwolves have turned vegetarian.”

“..then why kill..”
“ simply to connect with our distant selves. Besides we bring the dead deer to the grand stone tree and the deer is always returned to it’s life, as if nothing ever happened.” she looked speechless. She gave a groan of frustration before sighing in content.

“They don’t remember.”

“Not at all.”

“ And the tree.. How does it..”

“ Unfortunately it is a secret of the universe that only the ancient ones know, those underneath them are not deemed worthy. Not even the alpha knows. Still, that custom has died along with the disappearance of the tree”

“ I suppose that better than the other alternative..”

There was a silence as she seemed to calm herself down. My trained ears could hear her heartbeat racing, she looked as if she would faint soon.

“..I am sorry.. It would seem i have brought you distress.”

“ no no- it's fine.. You said my pack when you talk about the wolves.. What are you saying?” she stood and walked to an area that had different flooring and some rounded metal things, I think there called pans.., hanging from hooks. She took a weirdly shaped spout from a small door underneath the indoor waterspout (the sink), put water inside along with some leaves, and placed it on hot coils. Then walked in next to me, muttering something along the lines of, I wonder if she’ll take a bath, then sat back down.

“I am saying that I used to belong to that pack, i was one of it’s hunters, and a supporting alpha.”

“Wow, that’s a hard achievement to get, how’d you do that?”
I smirked.

“I hunted a manticore”

She looked to me in denial.

“I did. Wolves that tell lies are stripped of their tails and I very clearly still have mine.”

“...you do that on your own..?”

This pony was mocking me. I gave a low growl in anger and watched as she flinched in fear.

“..that..sounded so.. Real.”

“Of course. I was personally trained by the head alpha. He watched me grow in the art of hunting, and stalking, Watched as my need for the hunt grew, until I was strong enough to do so on my own. He has put his trust in me for many a battle and for many years, He has protected me. If not my many hidden scars then my growl is a proof of my life with the winter pack, training harshly underneath the metal paw of one of the greatest wolves beneath luna’s shining moon.” I looked at the now shivering pony and lowered my head.

I backed away from the mare and layed down belly up and whined softly. She stopped cowering and sat up timidly looking at me with attentive eyes. As if i would pounce at any moment.

“ I am sorry. I did not mean to scare you. I felt as if you did not believe me and that my honor was being threatened. I overreacted…”
She took a deep breath and laugh on its way out. I took that as my cue to flip over. She shook her head once more and was about to ask a question when a shrill noise filled the air, making me cover my sensitive ears.

She sighed and lifted to go towards the terrible noise, shortly easing the ringing pain it caused. She returned in the room carrying a silver plate on her back with two white..cups?... any way she pushed a wood plate standing on four legs in front of me, across from the couch, and placed the silver plate on that before sitting back down. On the white cups carried a kind of light brown liquid which looked discusting, actually smelled nice. I leaned in and gave it a few sniffs before sticking my tounge out. The mare stuck her hoof out before warning me of it’s temperature. After blowing on it,( which i thought was rediculous) i slowly dipped my tounge in the dark honey colored mixture.
…
Lapping up at the delicious water quickly, my cup was empty before I could fully enjoy it. I pushed my muzzle further in it hoping to catch a few more drops but it was not enough. Looking up at the yellow mare I picked up the empty cup with my maw* and extended it towards where she would have been. I heard a rich quiet giggle (not at all like the roughness of timberwolves) to the side of me as she returned once more with the weirdly shaped pot and hovered it over my cup before pouring more into it. In my glee I practically face planted into the burning liquid, only to recoil in pain as the fresh batch scorched me. Leaning over with white cloth she wiped my face before leaning back and giggling once more. I felt calmer and much more relaxed. In this peaceful moment I judged her truly kind and decided to use the manners that while I was taught, never really used.

“ Thank you, miss..”

“It’s fluttershy.”

“ Thank you, kind fluttershy”

Enters a dragon

Author's Note

Im not really sure if i should continue this story. i thought it was a good idea, but it seems that not many people think its good. leave a like if you'd like me to continue. ive got chapter 5 done. but i dont wanna continue if no one approves. so leave some feed back. Also id like an editor. thanks for reading.

P.s. lylic is only bigger for a specific reason that will be revealed later on.

Enters a dragon

The rest of the afternoon was filled with questions and fulfilled curiosity. It would appear that the kind one, could speak many languages. And was world known for her kindness. What astonished me most is the conversation on regular pony age. It would appear in this world, I am not old enough for much. I am what is called a teenager, have only seen 14 summers. And yet i stand a quarter of a skull taller than fluttershy.

She asked me her fair share of questions, such as why I showed up, how i found the winter pack, or if i would take a bath. I answered them as best i could, since before the forest, my memory goes hazy. But it would seems ponies like me are rare. Specifically since most wolf encounters did not end well. I tried to say no to the last question but she threaten to take me to a friend who wouldn’t be to happy with my forest type style.

She’d taken me to a room that was kind of small. In the middle of it lye big metal bowl. After telling me to wait there she left only to return with a green tube that poured water into the metal tube. Leaving once it was filled she left to return with a pink container of what she called soap. She then told me to sit in the water, before handing me the bottle and a cloth and leaving.

Not really knowing what to do, i grabbed the bottle and opened the top to see a little hole on it.

“Huh...wonder what this is.”

I could see something inside and pressed it to make it more visible.

The pain was intense, like getting stung in the eyes by the yellow bugs only i couldn’t out run it. It hurt so much, my eyes leaking only added to it. I gave many roars in pain and banged my head against something wooden, forgetting she had closed the door on the way out. I sat and rubbed viciously at the pain but it also made it worse. Shaking in pain and anger i growled loudly and barked constantly.
‘That little.. She lied to me. Tricked me. This pain is ...is to much. Im dying. Im sorry dear alpha.. I could not-’

My in brain ranting was silence as i my hooves removed from my face and felt a wet cloth being rubbed at my eyes, relieving the intense pain. My vision restored i looked upon a confuse host.

“..oh dear what happend?”

“ That bottle attacked me!!”

She smiled softly before leading me back to the tub and asking me to step inside.

“I think you just squeezed the bottle to hard…. Do you need help?”

I blushed in shame before turning around. I crossed my hooves in front of me and barked in denial.

“Hmph!! I am a warrior i can do this small task on my own.”

“...really?” i couldn’t see it but she was smirking behind me.

With a raised brow she opened her wings and flew in front of me, hooves crossed as well.

“You haven’t even removed your ...skull”

“I do not have to!!”
She sighed, then proceeded to head towards the door.

“Fine, but don’t ask for help if the bottle attacks you again.” and with that she left, closing the door behind her.

I turned back around to face the door, that cursed bottle to the right of me on the rim of the tub. I glared at the bottle and growled deeply. After a moment of silence i jumped out of the tub and ran down the hallway.

“Kind one, wait!!!”

It was now the night time and luna’s moon was ever bright. I lay on the softest ground ever in my life. Fluttershy insisted on giving me her sleeping palet, after my claim of going back outside for the night. She instead slept on the couch down the stairs.

In the odd silence I couldn’t shake the feeling of belonging. Spending the day talking to the kind pony struck a chord in a part of my heart that had been dormant. I began to yearn the closeness of the mother den. And found myself restless. I was told to rest since I had a busy day next sun up. I was to speak with a pony alpha and comrade to the kind one, as she or her protege would be able to help me in the location of the bugged one. However the earges kept me awake.

Finally fed up, i lifted my body and headed down stairs to see the winged mare dreaming quietly, the moonlight shining through the window behind her. I crept closer and circled underneath the part of the couch that she lay. Wrapping my tree bark colored tail around me, my mind began to drift into the realm of distant dreams.

The next morning we found ourselves walking up to a bright rock tree with a door. Hearing a giggle at my open maw. She flicked her tail and lead me into the glamorus tree.

Once inside, we walked down a hallway that lead to a room with 6 big chairs and one small one. All circling a round white table. I sat in the one with the same stamp as my current host as she left in search of the alpha. Telling me to bark if i saw a purple mare with a horn and wings.

I had been sitting for a little while when a door behind me opened and closed. The sound of pads on rock was oddly familiar. I gave a sniff before growling deeply.

‘Dragon’

When i was smaller, about 7 summers ago, the winter pack had just returned from the dragon migrational hideout when some rough dragons turned around and attack us anyway.they spit their fire and i watched as the flames engulfed and consumed my brothers. The pack, protecting the young ones, lost many pups and warriors that night. But i never forgot the fear i felt that night, nor the anger it burned in me.
I jumped from the chair with deep throated growl and moved so that i could see the dragon but was far enough so that i didn’t get hurt.

The small purple dragon looked at me in shock and confusion. It lifted its claws and backed away very slowly. My fear began to overtake me and i leveled my tail, laid my ears back, and snarled harshly. Wanting fluttershy to hear i gave many loud barks and growls at the baby dragon who seemed to be paralyzed with fear. I heard a whimper slip from it mouth as it spoke in equine.

“T-T-Twilight..H-HELP!!”

I gave another bark as the sound of quickly moving hoove steps grew through the door the dragon had entered. These one however sounded heavier, than the kind ones. I backed up into a cold wall, drooling from the continuous growling, my head and heart racing in time. The door bust open to reveal a two horned purple ponies one with wings the other without. The one with wings took a glance at me and grabbed the baby dragon in her power the placed it on her back, while the one without wings stood in front of them and pointed her now glowing horn at me. I barked once more before giving up on the idea of being saved by the kind one. I shook my head clear before jumping out the way of the incoming magic blast.

Rolling to the side, i stood and ducked under the table and gather intel on my surroundings. The room while big was still limited on many things. I could not climb walls or out run them so i had to charge head on and out run their shots. A shot aimed to my left was deflected thanks to the table revealed more about my attackers. They were afraid. They did not know what i could do and were staying werey. And even though the one with wings had them she did not like to fly, so air attack would not come often. Another shot aimed at me let me know they were inching closer. In an effort to move them back, i jumped back out and growled once more. They jumped back and aimed at me once more, before shooting multi shots. Running to the side i dodged most of them a couple singeing my tan furred bottom.
I ran towards the wall and ran up it avoiding shot only to flip off and land right in front of them. They were strong. I could not defeat them both but, i could scare them. Deciding now a good time to test my tactics, i faced them and growled once more, and watched them freeze up at the site that stood before them.

My elongated fangs.

I moved in, effectively making them move back, only to be face planted to the ground by a cyan hoof.
The mare in question sat on top of me while an orange one tied me up in some rope. The blue winged one og of me as i struggled with the rope, trying to rip it apart.

“ ain’t no use in it darline, ive gotcha nice an-” the orange one halted as my rope began to break free. Calling out the same name as the purple dragon had i felt the magic tieghten my ropes and i looked to see more around me. I growled in anger for a while, my captors talking amongst themselves.

‘Plotting my demise no doubt’

My fear got the best of me once more and i began to whine, as i had when i was still little no bark. I cursed the absences of my elder skull. I felt weak, but i feared for my life more, and continued to to whine. Next to me i heard the bark of a kind voice, and looked beside me to see a small dog.

“ Now whats all this here. What cha’ll cryin bout pony?” she spoke. She was a brown and white dog wearing a red collar. Most timberwolves did not approve of dogs but, now a days it’s mostly the elders who don’t. I grunted at her in my harsh tongue.

“These terrible ponies tied me up.”

“Well, they say ya attacked ‘em..”

“W-well, i did ...but it was only because the dragon scared me.”
She looked over towards the dragon in question, ignoring the astonished looks on the ponies faces.

“what , spike!!.. Oh he ain’t nothin but a soft pony in a dragons body. Been raised by that purple winged one all his young life. He ain’t gonna do ya no harm.”

I gave a sigh of relief. She tilted her head and barked again.

“Why don’t y'all apologize?”

“ .. I haven’t used that language in a very long time. I can barely make out words..”

“Well hows come you can understand me..”

“Your speak is similar to simple wolf drawl..”

She stood up from next to me and sniffed at me a couple of times before biting at my ropes.

“Well, i can’t speak equine to much either but, i sure can get their attention. Ill getcha free. If they see i trust ya, so will they..well at least applejack will..”

“Apple..jack?”
“ ‘is my owner. She’s the orange one that tied ya up. Names winona by the way.”

“I’m lylic…” the ropes around my body fell to the ground as i was free’d. The 4 ponies across from me either lit their horns, coward, or took a stance. so …. I did the only thing i knew meant no harm.

Layed down, belly up.