Red Hawk

Soaring the vast emptiness of the clear blue skies, a coated figure was flying on crimson feathered wings. If one would have to make a comparison to the figure, it would most likely be an angel, except, this feathered wing humanoid was no mythological divine entity. He is simply flesh and bone, and maybe a little bit of something else. The human looked to be a young Caucasian man, probably just entering his twenties, with a head of matted brown hair with blonde streaks. As for his eye coloration, his left is blue in color, while his right eye is green. The young man continues to fly through the skies, in search of something familiar.

You see a few hours ago, the winged man was flying over the Arizona desert, enjoying the time to be able to fly freely without restrictions, and where no other humans would ever be able to see him. But during his flight the winged man saw something, or rather a someone. A kid, not sure by gender, with flowing black, purple & blue hair just appeared out of nowhere, and slam right into the winged man. A moment of trying to shield himself the young man felt the kid slam into him…then felt a horrible sense of vertigo, and was being warped and twisted like a gum machine. A moment later the winged man noticed the kid was no longer flailing or screaming, and when he opened his wings and managed to correct himself from his free falling, but that’s when he noticed that he wasn’t over the Arizona Desert’s anymore, or that the kid wasn’t even around anymore.

So now the winged man was flying through the skies, looking for anything that seemed…familiar.

The young man continued to fly through air before landing on a rocky cliff edge, in the midst’s of a forest. Upon landing the young man sits in a crouched over position, wings slightly encasing him as he looks the whole forest over, while also giving his wings a rest. As the young man continued to scan the area, his eyes zoomed in on everything that caught his attention, but it mostly just birds flying off, animals scuttling about in the underbrush. Turning his vision back to normal, the young man lets out a sigh as he brings a hand to his face, before rubbing it.

“How in the world did I go from flying over the desert, to flying over what looks like central America.” The young man said before looking up to the sky. “And who the hell was that kid, obviously an Un-Natural if that hair was anything to go by. But still, that begs the question…did he or she bring me here?”

The young man hangs his head as he continued to just rest himself up before taking flight again, but before he opened his wings the young man heard some commotion down below. Turning his head to where the noise was coming from, the young man could see through the branches what looked like a herd of horses, but strangely, the horses were pretty small. And for some reason they looked really colorful. With his curiosity now peaked the young man opened his wings, and took flight after the herd, as the browning leaves started to fall behind the herd.

“Okay…I think it’s safe to say, this is definitely not the US…” the young man said as he follows the galloping herd, really seeing them in their full colored glory. “Actually, I don’t think that this is probably not even Earth?”

The young man continues to fly just a little behind the herd of horses, or ponies, it was hard to tell the species from his distance and not getting actual good look at their forms. But what little that he can make out is that, these equines are not only colorful, but they also looked pretty close to that of a plushie, as they had fairly round bodies rather than the more stockier build that horses have.

“Watch Out!” A squeaky feminine voice cried out, causing the young man to look away from the herd…and crashed right into a hot air balloon. Causing it to topple and fall down to the ground. the young man managed to pull himself out of the balloon, he gripped it as tight as he could as he starts flapping his wings.

“Hang on, I’ll bring you down slowly.” The young man said as he did just that, descending down to the ground.

As the hot air balloon was brought to the ground, the galloping herd stopped in their tracks, and turned to look back at the descending balloon. the basket landed with a soft thud, and scrambling out of it was a pink equine with an equally curly pink mane & tail. The sight of such a creature caused the young man to gawk for only a moment, but he recovered quickly as the herd galloped towards their pink member, but stopped just a few feet when they noticed the young man as he landed.

His large red wings folding up against his body, almost taking the shape of a cape as the wings folded over his shoulders. And now that the young man is closer to the herd, he was able to fully see their features, and was actually impressed in the array of colors they were in. in terms of height, these ponies, he finally judged the species, were no bigger than a large dog, coming up to just above his waist line. Which was around 4’2ft, but some seemed shorter, or taller by a few inches or even a whole foot.

“Pinkie, are you alright?” a purple, or lavender, colored pony which looked like an adorable unicorn, broke from the herd, and trotted up to the pink pony. Who apparently was called Pinkie.

“I’m alright Twiliy!” Pinkie said in a high-pitched voice, before pointing a hoof over her withers, surprising the young man with how flexible her limb was.

“This big guy held onto the balloon, and brought me down slowly. It did give me a little bit of fright when he crashed into the balloon, but everything is fine now.” The ponies then looked to the young man, who held out a hand from his right wing, and waved.

“Hey.” He simply said to the ponies, before looking down at the pink ones.

“Sorry about crashing into your balloon, I was distracted by the others to see where I was going.” The young man said as he pointed at the herd. The pink one trotted happily over to the young man, and reared up on her hind legs reaching 5’ft in height, and giving him a hug.

“No problem, and as they say: no harm no foul!” Pinkie said with a giggle. “By the way big fella, what’cha name?” the young man brought his hand over to the pink mares head, and started to give her a few ear scratches, while petting her. Which actually caused her to giggle and hum in satisfaction.

“…folks just call me Red Hawk.” The young man said, not exactly sure if he should reveal his actual identity to these…colorful, ponies. “But you can call me Red, or Hawk. It doesn’t really matter to me.” Red Hawk clarified as Pinkie went back down on all fours, whining a little as the young man ceased his ear scratching, and petting.

“Hey, maybe you lot can help me. You see, I was flying over a desert in my home country, and then out of nowhere I was brought here to your world.” the moment Red Hawk has said those words, the ponies started to look at one another, and were muttering to each other.

“Wait! Our world…are you saying, you’re from another world?” the purple unicorn, Twilily as Pinkie called her, asked as she looked upon Red Hawk with widen eyes. To which the young man nodded.

“So, can any of you give me a hand, or hoof in your case.” Red Hawk asked the little ponies. Pinkie turned to face Twilily, along with some of the other ponies.

“I might be able to…but before I do, could we talk for a bit. After all, we’ve never seen anything like you before.” Twilily said, before quickly saying more. “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Twilight Sparkle. It’s a pleasure to meet you Red Hawk.” The unicorn said as she gives a small bow.

“As much as I want to get know Hawky more, you girls still have a Running of the Leaves to finish.” Pinkie said which made the herd of ponies, which Hawk just now realized sounded completely made out of nothing but mare’s, before they all started to gallop away, with Twilight joining them after a moment of hesitation. There thunderous hoof steps seem to be what’s causing the leaves on the trees to fall.

“Aren’t you going to join them in this, Running of the Leaves?” Red Hawk asked the little pink mare.

“Nah, I’m more of a hopper than a runner, plus I like watching more than participating.” Pinkie then looked to her balloon. “Although my balloon is out of commission.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

Red Hawk then walked over to the balloon, and started to pack in the large balloon into the basket, before grabbing the knot tying the balloon. Pinkie seemed to catch on to what Red Hawk was up to, and hopped her way over to the basket, before flopping into the now stuffed basket. Once Pinkie was inside, Red Hawk opened his large wings, and with a few mighty flaps he was airborne, and was able to pick the basket up and quickly follow the herd of mare’s. And was keeping pace with them once he had caught up. roughly twenty or so minutes of galloping at full speed, the herd of ponies have made one large circle around the surrounding area, and when they all came to the end of their little Running of the Leaves thing, Red Hawk let Pinkie & the basket down.

And like before, when he landed the crowed of ponies waiting around the finished line, all gawked at him. some in awe & wonder, but most looked as if they were scared of him. when Pinkie bounced out of the basket, four other ponies came trotting out of the crowed, well, three trotted while one was flying. And for some reason the blue pegasus among the four looked like she was ready for a fight, but as Twilight broke away from the crowed herself, she swiftly came over to the group.

“Pinkie, what is THAT thing?” the blue pegasus said in a rather menacing tone. Or, at least that’s what Red Hawk thought it was supposed to be, but hearing those words come from a rather adorable looking pony, weakened its effectiveness.

“Settle down there Rainbow, there’s no need to start anything.” The orange pony of the quartet said, as she bit down on the pegasus tail, and pulling her back a bit.

“Don’t worry Dashie, Hawky here isn’t a threat.” Pinkie said as she patted Red Hawk’s thigh. But her friend didn’t seem to be convinced. The pegasus even gave the classic gesture of ‘I’ve got my eye on you.’, by pointing at her eyes with a hoof, before jabbing it in Red Hawk’s direction.

As for the other three, the other pegasus of the group looked so meek, and was slightly hiding behind the orange pony. That looked like a ponified version of a cowgirl. The last member was a unicorn like Twilight, but this one was more petit in appearance, and looked far more elegant. Kind of like a little toy a little girl would have. Out of the group of six mares, the cowgirl looking one was definitely a lot taller than the others, about a good foot & half. The two pegasi looked to be the smallest of the group, but the pale yellow one was the more leaner one, almost like a deer.

“Hawky I’d like you to meet my other close friends.” Pinkie said as started to introduce each mare.

And the one called Rainbow Dash still held a suspicious glare as she stared him down. As for the one named Rarity, she was looking Red Hawk over differently as well, it was more like she was examining him. after the introductions were made Rarity took a single step towards Red Hawk, and surprising the young man when her horn lit up, and his coat was being manipulated.

“I must say darling you have an interesting sense of fashion.” Rarity said, her voice sounding very fancy to Red Hawk. “It has a rustic look to it, but it appears more causal than what I usually see. And the overall design seems very interesting.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.” Red Hawk said to the rather pretty mare. The young man then looked over to Twilight. “Now that this thing of yours over with, do you want to have those talks?”

Twilight nodded eagerly, but before she, or any of the ponies could say or react, Pinkie bit down on Red Hawk’s left sleeve and tugged the young man towards the town. With Twilight and the other ponies, both friends and the crowd, following in suit.