Chapters I awake suddenly. I find I am unclothed, my body naked, my breasts and womanhood covered by a thin blanket.
Taking it off, I stand and look around. I see I'm in the Hunters Dream, but, it looks, different. Cleaner. And the feeling of the dream is, less oppressive.
The cool air rushes over my breasts, and I shiver ever so slightly. I look around, and see the hunters garb laid out nearby over a chair. Grabbing it, I start dressing.
Quickly, I finish, and look around more for my equipment. My hunters Pistol, Saw Cleaver, and Ludwigs holy blade. I couldn't find them in the immediate area, so I move to go outside.
In doing so, I see that the Hunters Dream really has changed some. Its clouds no longer feel as oppressive, and the slight mist that permeates the air is no longer as clingy. As I walk out the front of the Hunters Workshop, I see the Doll.
She is kneeling in front of a head stone, one that wasnt present before my fight with my former mentor, and the Moon Presence. As I approached, she stood, and looked to me.
"Ah, Salinor, you have awoken. It is good to see you." I bow to her, and she does the same, before I say.
"Yes, I have. Do you know what has happened to the Dream? It feels different, more peaceful, and less weighty. Also, do you know what has happened to my equipment? I could not find it when I was getting dressed." The Doll nods.
"Yes, oh Great One. They are in your storage. And the dream has changed. The moon is no longer in control. Can you not feel how it calls to you?" She says, smiling gently to me. I am confused.
"No, Doll. I do not feel the dream calling to me. I just feel it has changed." Doll just nods politely.
"I understand, young one. You will need time to learn. However, we do not have much time, for events are happening, and you have new beasts to hunt." I am again confused.
"Doll, what do you mean? I stopped the scourge, did I not?" Doll nod, and smiles again gently.
"Yes, Salinor, you did. But in this new world, a different type of beast walks the streets. They plunder, rape, and destroy. You, will need to break them, and save the ponies that they have conquered." I am confused still.
"Ponies? Where are we going, that I must save ponies?" Doll takes my hand, and guides me to the first headstone, the Yharnam headstone. I see now it is the only headstone active. The messengers are coming out the ground near the headstone, looking around with no eyes, and pawing at the ground and air.
"It is a land called Equestria. And they have been enslaved. As I said, the beasts that enslaved them are the Caribou. They use them as slaves, as objects. The mares are raped, fillies and colts. The stallions, castrated and left to die. The Caribou have become nothing more than a shadow of their former selves, and are nothing more than beasts. Know, good hunter, that these enemies will be more difficult than some of those in Yharnam. They act more like stray hunters, than Yharnamites." I nod, now understanding what is happening. I am to do my job, and protect the ponies.
"When do I leave?" I ask Doll. When did it suddenly become like this, where I take my assignment from her. I have always loved her, for her kindness towards me, and her help during my quest. The small hair ornament I gave her, was for that specific reason.
"You may leave when ready, oh good Hunter. May you find your worth in the waking world." I nod, and bow to her. She bows back, and I head into the Hunters Workshop.
Moving to my storage, I gather my equipment. My fully upgraded Holy Blade and Saw Cleaver. I move out, and head towards the store, having found an old badge in my pocket. Looking at what the messengers had for me, it seems that I could buy some new items with soul echoes. I found I could buy Ghermans Burial Blade, his scythe, and his Blunderbus. I couldnt do so at the moment, for I had no echoes, but I would be changing that soon.
Heading back out the workshop fully equipped, I am ready to go. I head to the stone, and thr Doll is where she usually stands, at the bottom of the steps, to the right of them as you go down. She stands beside a triangular section of wall terraced down and no taller than my knee.
I bow to her one more time, and she does the same, before I turn around, and kneel beside the headstone. Putting my hand out towards the messengers, I see in my minds eye the name of the location I will awaken in.
Castle of the Two Sisters.
Author's Note
Chapter two. Now, I am going off game lore here, but it will not be Eldritch all the time. Also, Salinor is her name, and she will learn more about what the Doll said during her journey.
I appear beside a lamp in a semi dilapidated castle, that seems to have been abandoned long ago. Standing from my kneel, I look around more. Nothing much stands out.
I move towards a set of large doors at the edge of the hall, and open them. They move slowly, and are heavy and old, the hinges that hold them creaking with rust. Moving out the doorway I move along the hall past the door. As I do, I hear howling of wolves or dogs. It is near.
I run down the hall towards the sound, and into the large foyer of the castle. In the room, I see four creatures. One pony, and three wooden dogs of some kind. The pony looks odd though. It seems to be a child, maybe a filly, and has wings. Her fur is orange, and her mane and tail are purple. She screams.
"Please, somepony help me!" And the wolves attack.
I leap forward and roll, coming up in front of the wolves, and shoot my Hunters Pistol at its face. It staggers, and I rush forward, my hand changing into that of a werewolf beast, and plunge my hand into its back, before ripping sideways, dragging wood and sap like blood out of a gruesome wound. My hand changes back after the visceral attack, and the wooden wolf collapses dead.
The other two wolves are wary now, but still act like the dogs of Yharnam, and jump and attack me.
Quickly switching out my blade for the Saw Cleaver, I attack, the saw blade taking large chunks of wood off, and leeving big holes in the wood bodies. Three hits per wolf, and they are dead. I am covered in sap blood, and it smells so much worse than regular blood. I have never wanted to bath before when I was covered in the blood of Yharnams beasts, but now I want nothing more than to do so. But first, I must attend the filly.
Turning to her, I see her wings are plucked. Moving towards her, she flinches, but I dont stop. I get close, and pull out some bandages I have from Iosefkas clinic. I had grabbed them when I had gone to kill her. Luckily, they were clean, and not covered in blood.
Wrapping her wings and barrel, I made it so her wings wouldnt move and damage anything, as well as absorb the blood from the plucked wings. She whimpers as I touch her. I ask her a question.
"What is your name, young filly?" She looks at me, and sighs.
"Scootaloo. Your a female? How have you not been captured by the Caribou, or killed by the forest?" She says.
"Because I have only just arrived to this world. Where are we?" I ask her.
"The Castle of the Two Sisters. Its in the center of the Everfree Forest. It used to be the castle of Celestia and Luna, until Luna became Nightmare Moon, and Celestia sent her to the moon." I just listen as I finish bandaging her.
"Done. Dont move your wings, or they will bleed more. And your blood smells clean, so you dont need to worry about infection." She just looks at me.
"What do you mean, smells clean? How can anypony smell blood, and how clean it is?" She asks.
Before I can answer, I hear voices.
"That orange filly bitch ran in here. The Timberwolves tracked her here, their tracks show it. Lets head in and find her." They say, before the front entrance opens.
Into the room step four humanoid Caribou. They have large antlers, and they all have leather armor, and swords, one has a torch.
Upon entering, they see me and Scootaloo. They all grin.
"Well, looks like we dont have to look much further. And look, we even have a doe here. Even better. And, since were this far out, the boss wont hear their screams if we have a little fun, what you boys say?" Says one of the Caribou, who must be the small groups leader.
I stand, and switch my Saw Cleaver back to Ludwigs Holy Blade. The Hunters Garb I wear flutters around me, as I thrust into one of the Caribou. I flick the stuck blade to the side, and it cuts through the skin and leather like its not there. Its cut through tuffer with ease, what makes this any different.
The Caribou I stabbed quickly dies, and his blood sprays out over me. And it smells wonderful. Sweet, but not cloyingly sweet. Heavy, but not overbearing. It was delicious. Inhaling deeply, I felt the beast blood inside me compelling me to feast.
The next Caribou to attack, I shoot him before he can, and he staggers. Once again, my hand changes to that of a beast as I plunge into his gut, before ripping a hole in his stomach, blood pouring out over the stone floor, followed by his guts, before my hand changed back to normal.
I dont let the other two attack, and move to slash them. The first I slash blocks me, the second jumps away. I attack the defender, and he parries me for a couple strokes, before my beast half gets the upper hand, and my strength flicks his blade away. Pulling the blade towards me, I flourish it, and cut his hand off, before cutting his head off. Blood spurts from his stump hand and severed head hole, covering me in more blood.
The final guard tries to rush me, but I swing my blade around, and put it into the small opening of its sheath, before sliding the silver blade the rest of the way in. With a resounding clang, the sword goes in, and I swing the massive greatsword off my back, and over head, and down onto the charging Caribou.
He never stood a chance. It split him in two, down the center, crushing and cutting at the same time, his eyeballs popping out his head as the blade hit his head, before the eyeballs popped like grapes.
Placing my sword on my back, I break it back down into sheath and sword. I turn to the filly, and she is staring at me with a mixture of awe and disgust.
"Do not worry, little one. They are no longer a threat." I can feel a faint wind on me, and hear ever so slightly screams, as I am filled with blood echoes from the four Caribou. Using my inner eye, I check on how many I have, seeing that I have somewhere around 2436.
"Come with me, I need to do something." I say, and I walk back into the castle, towards the lantern I arrived at. I needed more quicksilver bullets, and I was going to get a pistol for Scootaloo, so she could defend herself.
She followed me, and we reached the lantern, and I saw the messengers come out.
"Whats with the lantern? Its never been here before." Scootaloo asks.
"The messengers put it here, so I may come and go from the Hunters Dream." Scootaloo looks at me like I'm funny, but I just grab her, and kneel before the lantern, letting the messengers take my hand, before the world fades.
When it clears, I stand up, in the dream. Scootaloo is with me, and looks around in awe. I see the Doll, standing where she normally does, and wave. She waves back, and I approach.
"Hello good Hunter. What do you need?"
"I wish for you to talk to her for a moment, while I gather some things, please?" I ask. Doll just smiles, and nods, looking at the filly, whonis looking at her.
"Hello, little filly. What might be your name?" I seet Scootaloo down on the wall, abd move for the Hunters Workshop. Going to storage, I open it.
I grab out my fire paper, as much as I can carry, and my second pistol, the repeater pistol, with two barrels. I grab extra quicksilver bullets, and I grab one blue elixir. Closing storage, I go back out.
I see Doll sitting with Scootaloo in her lap, gently stroking her hair as Scootaloo cries. I nod to Doll, and I just move towards the store messengers.
The messengers that sell me thing always made me giggle, mostly when I thought about them randomly. They looked like they were about to sell you a kidney, or a spleen. They where rubbing their palms, holding sharp knives, one held a blue elixir. I did giggle this time as I moved towards them. They still looked the same.
I proceed to buy a few things for Scootaloo. One of the things I get extra, is the student hunters garb. Its not as protective as the hunters garb I wear, but it will keep her safe. I have the messengers make it to Scootaloo's size, and they do. I take it to her.
"Scootaloo, I have some clothing for you." Doll sees, and nudges the crying filly.
She looks at the clothes in my hand, and rubs her eyes to dry her tears. She then looks at the clothes again, and then she gets off the Dolls lap. Me and the Doll then help her put them on.
When done, she looks just like a new hunter. Funny thing is, I never wore the new hunters garb. I found the current hunters garb I'm wearing down in the sewers of Yharnam, never having bought the training hunters gear till now. I then hand her the pistol.
"This is a pistol. It is very dangerous, so don't play around with it. It's used to kill anyone who comes close to you. When we leave this dream, those timberwolves and Caribou will be alive again. So I want you to hide, while I fight them. If anything gets close, shoot like this." And I show her how to shoot it, and reload it. Scootaloo takes the pistol, and we head to the head stone.
"Farewell good hunter. May you find your worth in the waking world." The Doll says. I bow to her, and she bows back, before I turn around again, and kneel at the headstone, Scootaloo beside me.
Back to the castle.
Author's Note
Alright, time to slaughter more pray.
Scootaloo and I were back in the castle. I turned to her.
"If I die, stay where you are. When I fight, hide somewhere, and dont move until I say come out. Do you understand?" I say gently. I dont want her getting scared.
"If you die! Why would you die?!" I chuckle, and move towards the door out the throne room.
"Because sometimes, an enemy can get the better of you. I have learned this countless times, since I first awoke in Yharnam." I then pulled out my Saw Cleaver, and prepared for the enemies I knew would come.
Entering the foyer again, I could hear snarls, most likely from the wolves. Scootaloo must have heard them too, cause she immediately shrunk up, and was scared.
"Timberwolves." She said. I looked to her, and back at the front door.
"I'll take the Timberwolves, and the Caribou. Again, if I die, just stay put. I will be back shortly. Now, hide." I say. She nods, and she then looks around, before running over to a wall, climbing it a bit, and hiding in a little niche that had been broken when this castle was abandoned.
I then move to the doors to the castle, and open them. The doors are heavy, and it takes me a moment to get a good stance to push, but the doors open with a long, loud creak. I knew the wolves heard it, as they howled.
Immediately after I opened the door, I saw a wolf leap at me. I dodged backwards twice, and swung my Saw at the offender. The Saw bit into its wooden face, and ripped it apart. Sap spilt instead of blood, and the same stench as before overwhelmed my nose, but I held firm so as to not pass out.
Dodging again, I was able to avoid the second wolves attack, and brought my Saw up and over, and my Cleaver came down on its back, cutting it in half, and shattering it into kindling. I immediately picked up my Cleaver, and spun around and brought it sweeping upwards into the third wolf, wounding it badly.
The wolf was thrown away, and I was on it quickly, bringing the Cleaver back down into its body, spliting it in half down the middle.
When I was done with that, I took a moment to breath. Looking at the kindling of the last Timberwolf I killed, I saw the glow of light that showed some sort of usable loot. The light, a gift from the messengers, always told me of something good on the corpses of enemies I slay.
Kneeling down, I look through the kindling for the item. The glow seems to be coming from a sap covered rock. Picking it up, I look at it, before seeing a messenger appear from the ground, with a note. Taking the note from it, I read.
"Timberwolf Blood Sap Rock. Used to cover weapon in Timberwolf Blood Sap. Has a chance to make Coldblood Dew from any enemy, except other Timberwolves."
I nod. Thats a good piece of usable equipment. I poke through the kindling of the other wolves, and find three more from both, giving me five in total. I call Scootaloo out of hiding, and we head through the door of the castle.
"This is the Everfree Forest. Its the most unnatural forest in Equestria, but its also the safest place to run into to flee the Caribou. Thats why I was here, to get away. But the Caribou used the Timberwolves to track me. I dont know how they did it, because Timberwolves are usually the most aggresive creatures in the Everfree. They dont exactly cooperate with anypony." I nod. That is useful info. I look ahead, and see a messenger puddle. Heading for it, I see the messengers appear, holding a note.
"This castle is the safest place for survivors. Clear the forest path, and incense will be provided."
"Understood, little ones. Tell Doll thank you for the info." Scootaloo just looks at me funny.
"Who and what are you talking too? Nothing is there." She says, pointing with a hoof to the messenger puddle. I see the messengers giggle, and I giggle too.
"Come close, Scootaloo." I say, and grab a special object from my inventory.
It was a skull with knowledge in it. The messengers had named it Madmans Knowledge, and I agreed it was an appropriate name. Scootaloo came close, and I grabbed her hoof, put the skull under it, and had her stomp and break it.
I could see an ethereal haze surround her head as she gained the knowledge from the skull, and she grew woozy, wobbly.
I steady her, and say. "Now, look at the spot you pointed at. Do you see them now?" I say gently.
She looks at the spot and sees the messenger puddle, and gasps at the four messengers in the puddle, top hats on and looking nice and proper.
"What are they?" She asks.
"Messengers. Now, we dont have more time to talk to them, we need to move. This spot isn't safe. My objective for now is to clear this road, so that some incense will be brought in, and hold off the beasts." Scootaloo just looks at the messengers, and then we move on.
There is a fairly straightforward path through the forest, but it is semi overgrown, and hard to see unless on it. That would change soon.
Walking down the road, I was warry. I had yet to see the four Caribou from before. They had to be around somewhere. And thats when I smelt it.
Blood.
"Scootaloo, hide, now. The four Caribou are back." She scrambled away to hide, and I looked around. And then I was shot with a crossbow bolt.
I grunt in pain, before looking around, ripping out the bolt from my chest, a chunk of meat stuck to it. I tossed it down as the four Caribou appear from the trees.
"Well well, fresh pussy. Boys, were in luck. Screw finding that Pegasus git, we got a fine doe here to fuck." One of the Caribou says. I ready my Saw Cleaver.
"Oh ho, feisty this doe. Fancies herself a fighter, does she? Put down the fancy saw and come suck my cock like a proper bitch." I kill him first, bullet to the head as he comes close, and then plunge my beast hand into his stomach, gripping his organs and bones, and ripping them out of his body.
Blood, splashes over me, as I inhale deeply. Blood.
"Beasts all over the shop. I guess I need to clean up." I say, inhaling the scent of blood, my own blood running through me roaring for more. The Caribou are worried by the tone of my voice. It helps that I sound a lot like the fake Doctor Iosefka, who sadly killed the real doctor.
I look to them, my beast blood boiling through me, and I am positive my Sky blue eyes are now glowing. I ready my Saw, and start hacking away at the four. One tries to run, only to take a quicksilver bullet to the leg, busting open through his knee, and almost severing the leg. Another Caribou, his flesh got stuck on the teeth of my Saw, and it ripped his head off when I pulled to get it off. I had to smack another in the torso with both, before the head came off. I then killed the Caribou I hit.
Finally, I swung my Saw up and over, and the Cleaver came down on its head, pulping it, his eyes popping out of his head. The blade lodged half way through its body. I kick the corpse off of my blade, before switching it back into a saw.
"Scootaloo, come on out." I say, as I start looting the bodies of anything useful. I find a map, some gold coins, and collars of different colours. I keep looking, finding a couple of bear traps, and lots of rope. Also, a bottle of Alcohol. I take it, and make a Molotov out of it using a strip of bandage stuck inside.
I then start setting up items I can reach quickly on my belt, and just put my hand lantern on my hip. In order of importance from front of body to back, each one takies a moment to reach for. The more important things that I would need quickly, get hooked to the front of my belt, and least important, but still necessary, towards the back.
I had one of the three ladies blood vials, Adella's if I wasn't mistaken. I had the beast roar, bold hunters mark, molotovs, antidotes, and poison knives. I was ready as best I could, not knowing whats ahead.
Scootaloo was next to me now, and I saw a couple of messengers rise out of their puddles with some lanterns, and when they lit them, they were green. I smiled, as it was to help guide a path. I also smelt some incesne, but my senses where never to keen on incenses smell.
"Scootaloo, can you smell incense?" I ask. She nods.
"Yeah, it smells odd though. I've never smelt anything like it." I nod.
"Thats fine, I just needed to know if it was there. It will protect the path, and will guide anyone that we send along it." Scootaloo nods her understanding, looking at one of the Litte Ones who was sitting near a lantern. He waved at her, and she giggled.
"Can anypony else see them, or is it just us?" I tilt my head side to side at that.
"It depends on if their mind can handle the knowledge it would require to see them, and the ability to conceive the notion that they exist. I am surprised that you can see me, given how powerful I had become before I came here." I say. She just looks at me funny, but I shake my head, and start moving through the forest.
"Do you know the way to the nearest town? I am new here, as you know." I ask Scootaloo. She nods enthusiastically.
"Yeah, it's just down this path." She then skips ahead, but I call for her to stay near. I dont know what is in these woods, but I cant afford for her to get caught and hurt before I can react. She understands, and stays close.
And after three or four minutes on the path, I smell a horrible stench, like the Timberwolves.
"Scootaloo, hide." I whisper to her. She nods, looks around, and then goes and climbs the nearest tree about a quarter up. I get ready for the dogs.
They all come running out the forest at me, five of them. Two leap at me, and I roll left out of their way, and take a swipe at number five as I land. Three and four lunge at me, and i move away. But my foot catches a root, and I am thrown slightly off balance. Thats all the dogs need to grab my ankle, drag me down, and tear into my shoulder. I scream in pain, and try to roll away, only for one to stop me on my back and lunge for my throat. I feel it bite into it, its teeth severing my arteries and blood soaking my body. The Wolf then shakes its head, and my throat is ripped out. I pass out, and my body fades.
Scootaloo was shocked that the Hunter lady had died. She was so strong, and fast, and skilled. She was amazing. Yet now Scootaloo was alone, and apparently the Timberwolves had her scent. They rushed the tree she was in, and started bark and roar up at her.
She was scared. She couldnt run, the wolves would get her, she couldnt call for help, the only thing it would bring would be Caribou, who would try to put their filthy penises inside her. All she could do was wait for the wolves to go, but she knew that wouldnt happen either, as they had easy prey, and they just had to wait for her to fall. Scootaloo was scared.
Suddenly, one of the wolves got smart, and tried to climb the tree to get to her. It made it about four branches up before it fell, but it made it, and that was all the other wolves needed to try and climb themselves. Scootaloo was panicking, now they were going to pull her from the tree, and eat her. The wolves kept climbing closer and closer, and Scootaloo started to cry.
"Please, somepony help me?" She begs quietly, wishing her sister Rainbow Dash was here to protect her, or maybe the Hunter lady. The wolves were just a branch away, and were growling, snarling, frothing, and dying. Scootaloo took a second to process that last one, and whipped her head to look.
The Hunter had arrived, and was killing the wolves. This time, she was able to kill them all with out trouble. Scootaloo had been crying, this time with a bit more joy.
The Hunter looked up the tree she was in.
"Scootaloo, you can come down now. I'm sorry it took so long to come back, I was getting some more supplies to use." Scootaloo practically fell out of the tree and into the Hunters arms, and cried into her coat.
The filly was scared, and I couldnt blame her. She had been about to die, and dying isnt fun. I know from experience.
"How are you alive? You had died, I saw them rip your throat out!" She asks me with tear streaks through her fur.
"I am not normal. As the new Great One of the Dream, I wont ever die again. The Dream will always sustain me, and the Doll will always be with me." Scootaloo doesnt fully understand, but I understood why. She didnt have enough Insight to truly comprehend all I said. She could only get the basics, that the Dream kept me alive.
"Come, the incense is burning, and we must get to Ponyville to help the others, and tell them to head to the castle here." I say, reminding Scootaloo that we still have to help her town. She gasps.
"Thats right! My sister Rainbow Dash provided a distraction for the Caribou so I could run, and Sweetie and Applebloom helped her! They are probably getting punished for doing it." She says, slowly mellowing out, and a horrified and disgusted look covering her face.
"I can guess what they do to those that disobey." I say, and stand and move forward.
I have a job to do, and a world i can actually save now. As long as I am here, I will make sure that these Caribou don't cause any more harm.
I say this, on my Honor as a Hunter.
Author's Note
Hey guys, how do you like these two gift stories? I decided to put these two stories out, this and "I am the Queen" because it wasnt fair that I havent been posting anything at all. I have chapters going for all previously posted stories, as well as another for Queen, so expect them to come eventually. Also, expect the announcement chapter on my main story to be taken down soon.
Remember, Fear the Old Blood.
We traveled the forest path for an hour. I had to kill several more Timberwolves during that time, and several snakes that tried to attack. Their venom was very potent, so I made sure to take a few vials worth, to hopefully make some poisoned knives with. Each fourteen steps we took, an incense lamp was brought by the Messengers.
They lit the path well, but I asked Scootaloo what she saw when she looked at the lamps, and where I saw green, she saw a an orange glow that lit the area well. And she had finally been able to identify part of the smell of the incense. Horhound. She remembered the taste, and said it smelt like that. It was easy to understand what she meant.
The path through the forest didnt have much to fight, as again I only had to fight a few more times. Though, as we neared a clearing, something felt off.
"Scootaloo, you will not enter this clearing with me. You will get in a tree, and hide. No matter what happens, dont move from the tree, and stay hidden. Dont scream, don't fight. Hide." I say. I leave no room for argument. I will be fighting something, and it will be horrendous.
"But-" the little filly says, but I cut her off.
"The creature I am about to fight will drive you to madness, suicide, and to the absolute depths of depravity. What the Caribou have done to you, you will do that, times ten, to those you love, and revil in it more, if you gaze upon this beast. So hide, and DO!NOT!WATCH!" I stress. She looks at me, and I am looking at her with cold, dead eyes, telling her without speaking that she will not want to see what is about to happen. She quietly nods, and moves to a tree further back, and climbs it, finding an old hollow in the side, getting in and curling up.
"Remember, whatever you hear, dont move." I say, before moving for tgehe clearing.
As I enter, i see that the clearing is large, roughly 100 yards in each direction. In the center of the clearing, is a Caribou, crouching over the corpses of his brethren. He is feasting on one, tearing limbs from its body and scarfing down its meat, gurgling and cooing as he does, his mind long broken.
As I approach, he hears me, and looks back towards me. He has no eyes, bloody trenches coming down his face telling me he scratched them out himself. He speaks.
"Hunter, Hunter, here comes the Hunter. I feast and feast, yet I still hunger. Their blood is so thin, so weak, I need thicker blood. The Great One promised me blood, if I killed them, sweet, thick, delicious blood, but he never gave it. All i have is this weak crap. But you, i can smell it, your blood is thick and rich. Its smell is close to the Great Ones. It is the Great Ones, yet different. Your blood will sate my thirst." He says, stabding up.
I see more of him now. He is tall, very much so. He easily is as tall as a Chapel Giant. His horns are as tangled as the Cleric Beasts, gnarled and broken in parts. His arms are as thick as an Abhorrent Beats. It was dripping blood from its mouth, filled with teeth sharp enough to rip through steel. The next thing about its mouth. It was sideways on it face, like a Loran Silverbeast. He roars, and I prepare my Saw Cleaver.
He rushes forward with speed greater than his size should allow, so fast most would have been killed in the first instant. I was not most, and saw his attack coming to sweep me through. I dodge forward, into his belly, and swing my Saw into his gut, tearing open skin and sinew as I drag to the left, moving away from his large body before I'm trampled.
He stops, turns around, and roars before swiping wildly, rushing me again. I dodge backwards a few times, away from his wild blows, but I stumble slightly and get swiped once, getting thrown across half the clearing. I feel the lacerations across my entire front. I can still go for a few more of those though, so I decide not to use a blood vial yet.
I get up quickly, staying down will get me killed, and dodge a slam that the Abhorrent Silverbeast Caribou tried to do, and would have killed me if he had landed it.
I lunge back in while he is still slightly stunned from his slam, and get several large slashes in his left arm. I cut almost half way through it. I them move behind him, and kick him in the ass. He falls forward, and I switch the Saw into a Cleaver, and swing it into his crack, breaking his tailbone, or Coccyx, and cleaving though his groin. I then rip the Cleaver out, switching it back to a Saw.
He roars in pain, yelling out for everyting to hear. I would bet all my Blood Echoes they heard it in Ponyville, and are getting ready to investigate. I need to end this soon.
Sadly, I paid for my time thinking. I was thrown away with a powerful donkey kick, and am sent all the way across the clearing, slamming into a tree branch, it impaling me before breaking off, sending me to the ground. Now I hurt.
Pulling out the branch in my stomach, I gab a blood vial, and stab myself in the heart with it. I feel it go through my lungs, and feel my heart hurt, the needle on the injector poking into the left ventricle. The blood floods into my heart, and I get a rush, almost like adrenaline, as the blood starts to go through me. I feel my stomach shift and flex, and then start to seal. The lacerations from my first hit seal up quickly, and all the blood that has poured out of me, flows backwards, and into my pores.
I dodge, moving around his fist, and pull my pistol, put it against his head, and pull the trigger. The Quicksilver bullet enters his head, and he is blown bodily to the side. I then drop my Saw, and feel my hand change into its Beastial form, and plunge it into his throat, reaching all the way to the back of his neck. I grab his spine, and shred his neck as I pull it out. He claws at his throat, before finally stopping, his final moments he stops struggling.
I move close, and bring my Cleaver up, and over onto his neck, beheading him.
"Prey Slaughtered." I say.
As his body disintegrates into nothing, I feel his blood echoes fill me. Thousands of blood echoes. As the last of the echoes enter me, I can feel its roughly a good 15600. Its a rough estimate, and its still a low amount. To low to empower myself any more. I need above 80,000 to empower myself more. I head back down the trail I came from, and call out.
"Scootaloo, you can come out now." I say. I wait, but she never appears. Getting slightly worried, I sniff deeply, and catch the scent of her blood. Moving to where it is, I find the hollow she was in, and see her curled up, asleep inside. I also see a Messenger next to her, with a incense lantern in his hands. I smile, and nod to the Messenger to light his incense he does so happily.
"Can you take a message for me, Little One?" He nods. "Tell her to stay here if she wakes. And if she wants to leave, take her to the Dream. She has my permission to enter, but not to leave, until such time as I return and retrieve her. Tell the Doll to help her if she does arrive." The Messenger nods. I leave her alone, safe in the hollow.
Moving back to the clearing, I see the Lamp has arrived to the Hunters Dream. I go up to it, light it, and see the five Messengers come out of the gray puddle at its base. Itake a second to pet all of them, the Little ones moaning in happiness as I do. I then move on, getting ready for the Caribou most likely to be moving into the forest to find out what was making so much noise.
In that preparation, I had the Messengers bring me the Holy Moonlight Sword. Putting it into the magic field that keeps my weapons on my back, I move on, towards Ponyville, checking my map often to keep the path.
It doesnt take me long to find the search party of Caribou and Stallions, plus the few Mares and one Doe they have to keep themselves pleased, or use as fodder for Timberwolves and Vipers.
I don't try to hide. I am stronger than them, I can literally smell it. It won't take me long to kill the Caribou, and free the Stallions of their brainwashing. The Mares and Doe will be safe, since they will be sent first to try and block me. Let them.
"Well, heres a surprise." Says a large, fat Caribou Bull. He had a large club, befitting of his stupidity and compensation.
"We come looking for the source of the roaring in the Everfree, and find a Doe walking around all alone. Where is your master, Bitch?" I shake my head.
"My master is dead. I had to sadly kill him, as he tried to kill me. Now, if your talking about my Caribou master, then I never had one. And besides, I bow before noone, and no thing. My mouth, is only open for the blood of my enemies." I say. I look to my left, and see a Messenger appear with an incense lantern, and I go over, and take it from him. He doesnt object, only leaving and returning with another.
I stand, and place the lantern next to my Hand Lantern already on my belt. Turning to the Caribou, I see them all holding their heads, while the Mares and Doe look at me in awe. The Stallions are starting to get faint, and start to fall. All from the Incense.
"Well, your going to learn your place, Bitch. On your knees, sucking my cock while I have my favorite pet like my balls. Sound good to you?" He asks, as if I would be happy.
"No. I have a better idea. You Caribou die, and your Blood will strengthen me. You should be happy. You deaths will make it easier to kill your brethren." The Caribou gat angry, and start getting ready to attack.
"Slaves, restrain this uppity Doe. Make sure she doesnt move so I can shove my cock in her snatch and break her." I smile inder my mask, my eyes showing my mirth.
"Girls. Close your eyes, and dont open them, no matter what you hear or feel." I say. The female slaves hesitate, before turning away from me, towards the Caribou, and closing their eyes. I close my eyes too, and open my Eyes.
Then, I turn into my True Self.
I grow larger, my clothes seeming to melt away as I do. My body starts to melt and deform, bones cracking and organs shifting. I feel my back burst open, and feel my tentacles moving in the night ait. My legs meld together and expand, bulging and bloating as they form a new backside. I feel legs, four on either side, burst from the sack. My upper body, now naked to the night sky, shifts, And I feel a new portion of body added, making two halves of a body. A spider. My upper torso remains the same, my eyes closed, as I rest atop the Abdomen, my egg sac being the new portion. My tentacles still are split from my back, slithering and wrapping around me, crawling across my body. I feel my abdomen open and teeth form in the hole, which closes when they are fully formed, my new mouth.
And the last thing to happen is my Eyes open. All across my body, eyes upon eyes upon eyes open. My body is covered in them. My abdomen, thorax, legs, chest, mouth, everywhere, Eyes.
I Looked at the Caribou, and they were all screaming, pissing and shitting themselves, scratching at their eyes, clawing at their ears, digging at their scalps, as they tried to comprehend ME. I spoke.
"Mares, Doe, keep your eyes closed. Do not open them. Foolish Caribou, do you not see my greatness? Do I not look beautiful to you? You wished to see me, do I not please your eyes?" I laugh, but it is cold, and without pity.
"Your mortal minds can not comprehend a being such as me. Your minds shatter at a mere inkling of my True nature. Your eyes bleed at the sight of my True form. Your ears burst at the sound of my voice. Now, I want all of you squabbling shits to come here. I'm hungry, and I can smell the delicious Blood coursing through you." All of the Caribou move towards me. They literally line up, and I open my mouth. Eyes line the inside, and the first Caribou crawls in, as does a second, before I close my mouth, crushing them and tearing them apart. I feel the blood gush out of them, and am happy only in the fact its blood. Its taste is disgusting, the blood of rapists and murderers.
I eat all of them, reveling in the blood echoes I receive. At least they were useful in giving me something. I make sure to get all the echoes, before turning myself back into my Human form. After I had, I finally spoke.
"You may open your eyes." They where all shivering in terror when they turned around, afraid that I would kill them. That soon changed to see, and their shakes changed to a stillness so profound you would think them stone, where it not for the rise and fall of their chests.
I stood there, naked for them to see, as they gazed upon me.
My Human form was beautiful. Flawless skin, a nice shade of Peachy Salmon. Curves that put any possible model to shame, an hourglass figure that was nicely filled, not to large, but not a stick. A bust of moderate size, a good handful for any man who dare try and touch them. Turquoise blue green hair, and the same color eyes, pulled back into a ponytail that hung down my back. My form was one to marvel, but I didnt care. It was but one form, one aspect of me that mortals could actually see and comprehend without their brains practically bursting and coming out their ears.
"Please, do not stare. I am nothing amazing."I say, blushing and covering myself, even though I really didn't care. I would be perfectly fine strolling around in my "birthday suit" as I have heard it called before, long ago. I am a Hunter, who kills Beasts. The Beasts dont care if they rip your clothes at the chest, or the groin, and see your vagina and breasts. They dont care. And I learned not to care either.
The females looked away, and I quickly summoned back my clothes, them appearing on my body. I then told them it was okay to look, and I was back in my armor. I walked to the Stallions.
"These stallions where brainwashed. They had no control over themselves, yet their minds where still present as their bodies where forced into servitude." I stand and move to one. "Except for this one. He was excited when the Caribou came, and subjugated you females. He openly and happily raped, killed, and then fucked the corpses of every mare given to him. Wake the others, I will deal with this man" I say. The females nod, and move to the others. I stand over the stallion I spoke of, and kick him in the belly.
He cries out, and awakes. He sees me standing over him, and looks around confused. Seeing that the Caribou Bulls are gone, and that the other Stallions seem to be of sound mind, he pretends.
"Oh thank the princesses that you saved us. The Caribou brainwashed us. They forced us to take our wives and daughters. Thank you ma'am." I dont hear it, and kick him in the face.
He falls to the ground, a tooth skipping across the dirt and grass. He looks at me while still down, holding his face as tears come from his eyes.
"What the fuck! Ive done nothing wrong! Why did you kick me, the Caribou are the ones who have done wrong!?" He cries. I dont care. I walk up to him, and kick him again in the face. As he flops on his back, I start to curb stomp his stomach, then his chest, before finally moving on to his two pronged family raper. I smash his balls multiple times, making sure to use half my strength beach time so that each subsequent time I hit them, he can still feel them breaking apart. I eventually feel his hip bone break, but I dont care, and continue curb stomping his destroyed penis and balls. After I am sure they are destroyed, and he is only moments away from blacking out, do I stop with one final stomp, harder than all the others. Through out the area a loud crack is heard, and the nearby Stallions all grab themselves and fall, groaning in sympathetic pain. They wont be for long.
"Tricky Hooves, for the crimes of murder, rape, child rape, slavery, desecration of the dead, and treasonous and traitorous actions against the country of Equestria, I sentence you to death. You act as if you were brainwashed like your fellow males, but you were not. I might not have been their to see it, but I know Do not try to lie. You will be executed by impalement the day after Ponyville has been retaken. For now, you will serve as a slave, carrying anything we tell you, and doing whatever we tell you. As you have done to so many mares, including your own wife and daughter." I say. Everyone else is disgusted, looking and Tricky Hooves. I just walk away, towards town.
I still need to save them. Cant just leave them to the beasts.
Author's Note
Hey everyone, how's it going. I'm doing good, trying to post chapters since I have been working on them. Heres a new one for you. Also, Ive been playing a little Dark Souls recently, and have been fighting Qualaag. I might have slightly based Salinors true body on that, plus the fact that Rachnera is awesome. But truthfully, her body is more like Rom, the Vacuous Bitch.
Also, to let you all know, the ponies are not anthro. Only the Caribou are, yet they dont care about changing the females to anthro or not. As ling as they get to stick their dicks in it, its fine for them.
Hey guys, I have something to say. This is going the way of Howl at the Moon, the first one. Im just not liking the way I took this, and I want to fix it. I have two ways to do that.
Option one. I can go back through the chapters, fix some places, try and change the pieces I want fixed that way.
Option two. Rewrite the whole thing. Fix it by redoing it.
Personally, I feel option two is best, as the parts I want to fix, is pretty much everything.
First thing i want fixed, is the enemies. I have a new idea for the enemy. Something i think you guys might like.
Two, there are plot pieces that dont make sense, and I actually feel they drag the cool and goodness of the story down. Case in point, the way the enemies come back everytime Selene dies. I want to change that.
I have been reading other good Bloodborne crossovers, and I have gotten good idead for things from them.
So with all this said, I hate to say this, but I will be taking this story down, and replacing it with a revised version, same name, characters, but the enemies will be different, and I will be changing some elements, to make the story even better than this is.
So in the end, this is being changed due to me not liking how it's gone. Please, forgive me, and I recommend that those who have this favorited, send me a PM. That way, I can personally send you the new story when I post it. I feel I owe it to you.
Thank you, and may the good blood guide your way.
I had done it. Gherman had been defeated, and the moon presence slain. I was so tired. I felt the blood from the moon presence drip down my face, under my mask, and under the collar of my charred hunters garb, passing over my breasts, and soaking the fabric of my clothes.
I was so tired. I was about to pass out. I eventually couldnt stay awake any more, and slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing I felt, was ceramic hands, lifting me, embracing me.
"Are you cold?" I hear, my senses becoming more muddled, my body feeling different.
"Oh, good hunter." I hear said slyly. I feel myself be held, my body changed.
I pass out.
Author's Note
New story, the Hunter is based on my character in Bloodborne. This game is fun, and it is amazing.