Born From Blood

Great.

The location they were leading you to was right where you had encountered that Mad One earlier. You can still feel the cut on your back from its sickle, and without any more blood vials to patch you up, you're quite cautious, more-so than you normally would be. You have no safety net, after all, and you hardly have any idea on what they hell to expect now.

The deeper in the forest you got, the more scared the three small ponies in front of you got. Their cheerful attitude was gone quickly, and despite them saying they've been in this forest countless times, they were more than obviously scared of it still. You couldn't blame them, honestly. After encountering that Mad One, you were on edge just as much as they were, if not more. They had talked amongst themselves, talking to you without you even responding.

They had told you stories of them being in here, and what dangers there were. None of them had mentioned anything that could've been considered deadly, so you assumed without your presence this forest was usually calm, yet scary. So, basically all of Yharnam.

God, you miss that bloody hellscape.

Non-hunters wouldn't get it. Of course they wouldn't- how could they understand the warmth of being coated in that thick crimson juice? The steam coming off of a beast during a cold night when your sword slices right through their arm. It was a perfect world- sure it was fucked in every way possible, but it really was perfect.

For you, atleast.

Other's didn't see the wonderful world that you saw. You hated it, yet loved it. It was perfect. Ideally the middle ground of life. Sure, you had to spend all of eternity killing beasts, but it was for your own good. It was all you knew how to do, it was-

"We're here!" Scootaloo exclaimed, giving out a heavy sigh. She was obviously glad that the trek through the forest was over with. You were standing in front of some sort of wooden hut, with what seemed to be a zebra that you could see through the windows.

She spotted the four of you through the window, giving a smile, yet a look of concern before going to open the door. She took a quick gaze at the three ponies in front of you, before staring at you. Her eye's studied you, and you oddly felt nude. As if you were being stripped of everything you had before her very eyes. She was honestly creeping you out.

She deserves a medal!

"I have not seen any of your kind, what do you need other than my time?"

Holy shit- if you could kill yourself you would. Actually, you could-

Wait, no! No killing yourself today. You've got things to do! You wouldn't want to upset Twilight or anything. You weren't done annoying her yet, with her dumb way of teaching and her stupid school. God, imagine if you had made a school for hunters. You could legitimately make a business out of it!

Wait, that's already a thing...

Let's get this thing done and over with, you suppose. You reach behind into your back pocket and pull out your journal, presenting it in front of her, opening the page to the desired beast that you were inquiring about earlier. It was the picture of the Mad One and the alien Celestial Emissary. "Do you know what these things are, and if so, have you seen any of them?"

She stared at your journal, giving a confused look before shaking her head. "I have not seen any of these, but this does not mean that I do not believe."

Huh? The fuck did 'I do not believe' mean? Does that mean she thinks they could be out here? Just fucking speak normally, woman! Or, zebra. Zebra woman? Doesn't matter. What matters is that there is a chance that those things could still be out here. That meant a couple of things.

One: It gave you something to do while Twilight was still pissed off at you.

Two: You could finally put your kirkhammer to use again, and;

Three: You might get a few vials from them, securing your safety net once again.

"Well, if you find any, let me know-" Your words were cut short by a shriek somewhere deep in the woods, and what seemed to be electricity that flowed through the floor and the nearby tree's, though not harming any of you in any way. You stared at the direction of the shriek, your mind wandering to what you just heard, before digging into your journal.

You found a page that matched the description. Shrieks. Electricity. You were dreading what you were going to have to do. You looked up from the journal again, looking in the same direction the shriek came from, before back down at your journal. Instead of a photograph, it was a drawn picture from you.

The Darkbeast Paarl.

A terrifying creature. Coated in electricity, and with each shriek, dispersed the electricity into its surroundings. You still remember the stinging pain you got every-time that happened. And here you are; about to go face it once again. You were dreading the fight.

Without saying a word, you pulled your sword from its hammer-sheath and ran towards the sounds.