Pony sea

AAAH!

Daring gasps as she is thrown back first against a tree. The force caused the air to leav the fily"s lungs. Seeing an opportunity her opponent lunged. A razor blade held tightly between her teeth. In reponse Daring grits her teeth. Forcing herself to move the mare Just barely managed to get out the way in time. Her opponent's blade strikes the spot were her head was a second later. Snarling the mare yanks her weapon free. Only to scream as Darling's own blade prices her shoulder. The filly's reward was a vicious headbutt. An audio crack Is heard as the mare's head makes contact with Daring"s noise. Daring stumbles. The attack having left the filly momentarily dazed. By the time she managed to recover it was already too late.

Daring screamed as the mare's blade found its mark in one of her front hooves. In reponse the mare laughed. The sound itself made something inside Daring snap. Roaring she lunges forward. The mare's laughter turned into a scream as Daring"s teeth found thier way onto the side of her neck. It didn't take long for the famillar taste of blood to hit her tounge, and when it did Daring felt a sensation closer to that of ecstacy.

The yellow filly was jolted back to reality when a pair of hooves struck her chest.

Once more Daring"s opponent sent her flying. Howver the filly managed to get back on her hooves. Closing⅖ the gap quickly her opponent lunged. Daring"s blade still embedded deep into the mare's shoulder. The yellow pegasus managed to duck just in time. The mare's blade soared over her head, having completely missed it's mark. In response Daring gave the mare a headbutt of her own. Staggering back somewhat the pony shook her head. However in doing so she failed to notice that the knife was no longer held between her teeth.

Only for said blade to perice straight through her neck.

Daring grinned. Starring into the shocked and horrified filled eyes of her opponent. Removing the blade she took a step back. The now fatally wounded mare immediately drops to the ground. Gasping with each breath she took. Daring leaned forward. Watching with dark fascination as life begins to slowly leav the mare's eyes. The filly felt varies emotions at that moment. Said emotions took turns in running through her physic in varies different ways. However with this being said one emotion was absent from all the rest.

Regret.

Daring Doo did not regret killing this mare. To her it didn't matter if the mare was only defending herself. It didn't matter that her tribe were the ones who caused all this to begin with. It didn't matter if she already killed colt's and filly's her age. It didnt matter that she took part in torturing ponies in varies different ways. Some of witch lead to the pony's genitalia to be either removed or horrifically disfigured. All while family and friends were forced to watch on. No all that didnt nor will ever matter. What did matter in that present moment was one thing and one thing only.

Proof of her kill.

Grinning Daring yanks her blade free some the dead ponie's shoulder. Humming an unkown tune Daring wastes no time in getting to work. Afthere all today was a big day.

Today was the day that Daring becomes something more.

......

The yellow filly walks back into the raided camp with a strut in her step. The smell of blood and burning flesh filled the air. For most the scent alone would have overwhelmed them, but not for Daring. In fact the scent alone fills her with an odd sense of warmth. That and a certain tingling sensation that was currently unkown to her. Regardless Daring made her way towards a group of her fellow tribal members. Said group was currently a mixture between ponies and griffins. As soon as they noticed her they couldn't help but cheer. That alone was for two reasons. One they were happy to see that Daring managed to make it back in one peace, and two?

Seeing the now body less head of her opponent flung over her back.

"Looks like someone becomes a warrior today." In reponse Daring grins. another member of the group spoke up. This happens to be a filly a little older than Daring Doo herself. 'Have you tried it yet?" In reponse Daring grabs the head. Putting said object in front of her face Daring does the unthinkable.

She takes a bite.

More specifically she takes a bite out of the mare's nose.

The famillar taste of pony flesh enters her taste buds. Daring takes a moment to savior the sweet yet raw favor before swallowing. "I will never be able to get enough of this stuff." The group in reponse roared in laughter. Laughter that the filly couldn't help but join in. Despite her actions Daring couldn't help but feel at peace at that current moment. To tell you the truth the filly couldn't imagine herself anywhere else in the world. Definitely not in equestria. Just the near thought of it filled Daring with an unnatural disgust. So munch so that even thinking about it makes her physically I'll. Equestria was a place filled with weaklings and hippocrates. A place were thier rulers were nothing more but useless ponies disguised as gods. Daring Doo herself served no god. Her faith and loyalty was only bound to the tribe. Nothing more nothing less. Doing so otherwise is a death sentence. A death brought upon by her very own hooves. A painful one at that.

A abnormally large Griffin within the group spoke up. His voice being the deepest out of the group.

"Come on lads! I think this calls for a celebration!" The boss Is definitely gonna be in a good mood tonight." Eveyone agreed with that statement whole heartledy. Daring herself couldn't but grin in anticipation. Tonight she will be classified as something she knew herself to be her entire life.

A warrior.