Author's Note

Hey guys, it's been a while.
Not much to say here, this is a little what if like Succesfully Failed Resurrection but it probably won't turn into a whole fanfic.
As always feel free to point out any grammar mistakes I may have missed and please comment your thoughts on it.

(Extra) The many landings of Greema. Part 1.

The desert was hot.

I did not like the heat.

The wind blowing sand into my face I liked even less.

Still, while I didn't like the heat it wasn't really affecting me much, even after hours of walking I had barely worked out a light sweat, it was curious but I just left it up to whatever my creator/gene donor put in my body.

"It's thanks to the sand wyrm, back in my time the desert didn't need my direct attention so I simply created a monster that could trive in such an environment, I know not if any still live."

I sighed, speak of the demon goat and he shall appear.

When I first woke up I was quite confused, half because I had no Idea where the hell I was and half because I didn't know who I was, while I had some memories they seemed so distant, all the knowledge was there but none of the feeling associated with them was present, not only that but anything related to names was cloudy, blurred over almost.

I don't know how long I walked as I tried to center my thoughts but eventually I came back to my senses when the ground I was walking on changed from grass and dirt to what seemed to be stone, looking upwards I saw a massive ramp that headed higher up the mountain towards what looked like some kind of city with a castle on it.

I didn't make it even halfway up before a pink light exploded out of the city, it not only burned me, but it blinded me long enough that by the time my vision cleared I barely had time to see the pink wall of suddenly solid light before it was literally in my face.

Then, thanks to the angle the "bubble" caught me in I had the distinct experience of being scrapped down the ramp, followed by the ground and any trees that were in the way, I don't know if I bounced off of something or if whoever cast the spell was being mean but at one point I found myself suddenly flying trough the air.

Eventually I landed on the desert, the multitude of cracked or outright broken bones showing that the sand hadn't softened my fall at all.

The only reason I hadn't turned into a splatter on impact or had my organs turned into mush was once again thanks to my special physiology, according to my creator spending hundreds if not thousands of years in limbo with nothing but darkness and your thoughts for company meant that the only real thing he could do was plan.

One of those was me, well not really me but rather my body, he called it his magnum opus.

While he had been skilled at many things while alive there was one area where he excelled at and wich he was mainly known for, and that was the creation of monsters.

My body was an amalgamation of almost all the monsters he had created throughout his life, anything with a useful trait was added and any weakness or drawback removed, right now I was his strongest creation.

Thankfully for me I didn't have to deal with a crotchety old fuck trying to take over my body since whatever that pink magic was had almost completely erased him , the only thing left of him was a weak consciousness and his memories. If I ever met whoever cast it I would thank them, then punch them for launching me halfway across the bloody continent.

So, I only had to deal with a voice in the back of my head an the memories of one of the most evil beings in this world. Thankfully they also didn't come with any of his emotions attached, not that it made any it any better.

Seeing a peculiar shape coming into sight I perked up, it seems my luck was turning for the better as in the distance I could see what looked to be some kind of town, towers stretching into the skies and blimps parked into them.

Suddenly I stopped, sniffing the air around me, my ears turning this way and that, and my eyes scanning my surroundings.

My senses didn't fail me as after a moment five shapes burst out of the sand around me, laughing filling the air as what looked like very ugly bipedal pigs eyed me up and down like a piece of meat, and judging by the "tools" most of them where carrying it may not be very far from the true.

"Well, well, look what we have here boys, free merchandise." A particularly ugly one spoke, the others letting out those stupid snorting laughs again.

"I want the fur, I bet we get a gold piece at minimum for that quality."

"Oh oh, I want those horns, Prushka pays very well for them."

As the pigs continued their discussion about who would get what part they kept approaching me with a relaxed air around them, almost as if they didn't consider me a threat.

It annoyed me for some reason.

"Ok boys, let's get star-." The apparent leader didn't get to finish his words as he and his friends froze in place, the reason becoming ovious as a red glow surrounded them, the same glow emitting from my horn's crevices.

"Now, let's have a little chat my friends."

Sometime later.
Kludgetown.

I bit down, the sound of sharp teeth tearing into flesh quickly followed by the cracking of bones, I didn't leave a single piece of food, licking the bowl for good measure.

Putting it down I threw another silver coin to the amused innkeeper.

"Another." I didn't have to wait as the old abyssinian simply turned to the grill behind him and refilled my bowl with a variety of meats before turning to a small cauldron that was set on a fire to the side, a bubbling sauce wich I was growing to love filling it.

Grabbing a laddle I watched as he spread the holy liquid over the meat before setting the bowl down in front of me.

I didn't waste a second and immediately tore into the food.

"You know." Started the Abyssinian, I didn't bother stopping as I looked at him. "Most creatures don't order more than one serving of my special pepper and mushroom sauce and even they barely use a spoonful of the thing."

"Cowards." I grunted out between bites.

He only snorted.

"it's toxic in any amount bigger than that and even if it wasn't it still is the spiciest thing around, wich should explain my surprise when I see...whatever you are come in and eat several servings of food slathered in it, you ate half the bloody cauldron already."

"Tasty." Was my food muffled answer, and it really was, what first drew me here was the smell, and when I actually tasted it I knew I needed to eat more. The only reason I could pay him was thanks to the pigs helpful "donations", truly the generosity of strangers astounded me.

As for his "Whatever you are" coment, I couldn't really fault him for it, I wasn't what you'd call a "normal sight".

In terms of size I stood head to head with most of the bipeds I crossed in this city despite being a quadruped, my fur was a slightly dark blue, as for my eyes, the slacera had a somewhat yellowish tint to it while the pupils where slitted and surrounded by a deep red iris.

All that plus the twisting horns and wings meant that I looked like some kind of demonic fusion of sheep and pegasus.

In the end I only ate a couple of bowls more before deciding enough was enough and left to explore kludgetown some more and hopefully get myself a ride out of here.

Hopefully nothing goes wrong...shit.

Sometime later...again.

I sat silently as I looked out over the clouds, the sight of kludgetown got tinier and tinier as the airship floated further towards the north.

'I should really learn to keep my mouth shut'

A squeak made me look down at the source of my thoughts.

She was a tiny thing, barely the size of my head if not a little bit smaller, the only thing breaking up the pink fur that covered her entire body was the small patch of growing mane on her head.

Grabbing a newborn wasn't really a part of my plans, not by a long shot.

Earlier I had gotten directions towards the more traveling focused airship docks and was heading there when some peculiar squeaks caught my attention. It wasn't the first weird nose my hearing had made me aware of but for some reason something inside me made want to find it.

Before I knew it I was standing in a alley and looking down at a little pink fur ball, aunburn eyes staring at me from the inside of a trash can.

Around an hour later here we are, on a airship heading north, towards Equestria, she was sleeping soundly against my chest, held in a makeshift sling made from a blanket I bought from the first vendor I found.

Feeling her shiver against my chest made me frown.

'Don't you dare...'

But, my body wasn't in an obedient mood and unknown instincts made the feathers on my chest ruffle up and my wings reached foward to cover the pegasus baby.

"Stupid nesting reflex." I muttered under my breath.

Sadly my "dear" creator couldn't really talk to me very often, the downside of being a chunk of varely concious soul.

Still, the moment the old goat finished his little nap I was going to ask, no, Demand, just how many aerial creatures he used to make me.

But now a different problem came up.

How in tartarus do I feed a baby during the week long travel to Equestria.

I really should have put more thought into this.