Author's Note

After writing this chapter I have to go type something fluffy, I will post to this Author's note when I am done. I'm going to go drink a pot of coffee to get the taste of this chapter out of my brain. I hate that I was capable of writing this. Ugh. I can't even read it to give this a better edit. I ran through once, I can't do it again. Not right now at least. Really looking forward to Innocent's answer to all of this.

Edit:
And Here is The Fluffiness to clean the pallete

Where All The Angels Go To Die.

Licking his fingers clean as he finished he turned to the older Caribou. "Nothing to say?"

"I thought it rude to interrupt such a hard won meal. I could wait till you were done."

"And Know that I am?"

The older Caribou smiled, shaking his head. "I'm old, not stupid, you're not the first being that I have seen feast on the hearts of its enemies. Besides, those five were some of my best, and you're not even tired. If anything you seem, bored." The older Caribou paused, "What's your name?"

The young man chuckled, "Innocent Bystander. Just like it says on the name tag." Smiling, he tapped one blood covered finger on the blue and white sticker.

"Ah, so it does," The Caribou thought for a moment. "Well Innocent, I am Dagur, Lord of this settlement. You, have just saved my life."

"I didn't overstep my bounds did I? By interfering."

Dagur laughed, "No, the single combat rule of the challenge was void when he showed up with four others. You evened the odds."

"So if any others had been willing to step in, they could've?"

"At that point, yes, but there are none here that could've stood against any them, except for one, but he is a special case. So I can't hold anything against these townsfolk for not wanting to die for someone that was going to lose anyway. You though, where did you gain that kind of skill? Who was your teacher?"

"When I was a child I faced a monstrous abuser, it changed me. I resolved never to be unable to protect that which I chose to ever again. So when it was time, I was able to give my abuser a scar with my thumb that he would not soon forget. Over the years I've only gotten better, as I have fought for my life against what should have killed me. Yet I'm still here. I'm my own teacher, taught by falling and always being able to get back on my feet."

"Ah, an excellent teacher such is." Dagur fell silent for a moment, then smiled at Innocent. "I think we deserve something that only a Governor has access to, Come I know exactly how to reward someone of such virility as you and on the way I can give you a tour of my town."

"I would enjoy that, Dagur."

Allowing himself to be helped to his feet he followed the older male out into Ponyvile, occasionally pausing as Dagur would point out various places of interest.

"There we have our central brothel, where men recover from the trevails of the day by being attended by females of all sorts. The hot baths and grooming stations are the best there are. There is our armor depot, where males are outfitted for whatever struggles might face them. The circular design and metal shuddered windows make it a highly defendable part of the town. Our eateries here are second to none and provide food that restores the male spirit, none of those feminine sugary corruptions. Our Market brings wares and females from every corner of Equis, and now to our crown jewel."

Rising before the two was an edifice Innocent knew well, the Twilight's Crystal Castle. Except, what was once a beautiful edifice had turned dull blood red. Green veins interlacing through the crystals, giving the whole castle a diseased look. Dagur continued, displaying the center jewel of his town.

"This was once a monument to the subjugation of the superior male race by the inferior females. When we conquered these lands, males were subservient to Goddesses that kept them docile. Thus there was nothing in our way when we swept their soldiers to the side, we captured and restored those males we could but most were to docile and had to be completely rehabilitated. So we took this place, turning it to our purpose. To make males strong, not docile, so that they would never be subservient again, and we renamed it Dainn's retreat."

Innocent turned to his guide and asked, "You said there was one male the could have taken them all, and that he was a special case? I would dearly love to meet one such as him."

Dagur snorted, "Very well, we must pass him, as he toils at the entryway to Dainn's retreat."

Walking to the castle, Innocent noticed a large stallion, bright red of color. However, as he got closer other details were made clear as well. The stallion pushed a four pronged spindle endlessly, shackled to it by dull grey bands, spikes pierced his hands, and kept him affixed to the handle. His hooves glimmered silver. Rising from his head was what, at first, looked to be a crystal crown, but as Innocent got closer he saw the truth. The crystal crown was permanently driven into the stallions skull, the eternally weeping cranial fluid dripping down the once proud males face. There was no emotion, there was no thought, there was only the task.

Dagur shook his head sadly, "What a waste, such a one. When we arrived and freed the other males, made them see our truth, he refused. He was the one that had never been docile, he should have been as an alpha, a shining example of unbowed masculinity that had never bowed to oppresion. Instead, he chose to deny Dainn's great message, to fight till his last breath, so Dainn gave him a different honor.

Dagur lowered his voice as he told of the sad fate of the one before him. "He turns the spindle endlessly and provides power for all of our efforts within Stallionville. His hooves were changed so that he eternally pulls energy from the ground and thus never tires or suffers any damage. For the earth itself strengthen and heals him. If he were to get free, there is not a male on equis that could stop his rage, short of Dainn himself. Such strength, wasted, when we would've given him a supreme place of honor, as one of the first among men."

Spitting on the ground Dagur turned and moved towards the doors to the castle. Innocent watched the one that had been Big Mac, bowed his head a moment, then went to catch up to his guide.