Fengàri Kattalakis - FPoV

My gaze swept around cautiously as we reached the edge of the Forest, seeing anthropomorphic ponies, griffins, odd insectile ponies not unlike the feminine one we'd noticed against the wooden demon.

"Y'all lost? Ain't often too many come outta the Everfree, with them werebeasts in there," a Southern drawl commented.

"Then you're obviously unaware they are victims of some sort of wooden demons that appear to be using them as hosts," I deadpanned. I saw the blonde farm mare blink several times, clearly confused.

"Say what? They ain't more'n ravening…" she started.

My eyes narrow, unaware of the silvery glow in my irises swirling violently.

"Beasts?" I cut off. "Anyone and anything can be lethal and animalistic when driven. The Apollites didn't have much choice due to Apollo's Curse… the wanker… cursed to have the fangs and night vision of predators, feed on the blood of each other to survive… and die at the age of twenty seven years of age because four of their kind murdered one of Apollo's mistresses… Ryssa," I barked sharply, unknowingly recalling memories that weren't mine… but that of an Atlantean Cthonian and God…. known amongst the deities as Apostolos, the Harbinger of the Great Destroyer.

I see her emerald eyes widening. "I don't know what it is corrupting those Lýkofos… but I will find a way to destroy its hold on them," I mutter. I feel intense warmth around my fist and forearm before I let my gaze drop as the bright golden orange flames wink out before my eyebrows rise upon seeing a Ridewatch…

My head tilted as I notice Woz opening his mouth. "Woz… not right now. Just because I gain access to a particular Ridewatch doesn't mean I need it declared. If anything, strategically… it could throw off any threat, hmmm? Though I did notice you mentioned a certain Destroyer," I deadpan, a bit amused as he flinched as if not expecting me to have noticed it.

Woz grimaced. "Tsukasa suspected that there was a chance something might happen. The kind of power your predecessor had… cannot be sealed away. Not completely. He said that if things went downhill, there were Worlds that knew of… us… but Worlds without a solid connection to us in the same way…. as the Worlds we knew. Best chance to find help would be not only to set up a fail safe, but find a place that knew of us but lacked a connection," he sighed.

"To Shocker… you needed a place with power, but not a connection to Sentai or the Riders… nor to Shocker. So you're saying that… there are timelines, even dimensions… where Shocker successfully went Multiversal… making them a threat to far more than just the Rider Worlds," I finished. My gaze slid over the fields before I took a deep breath before smirking slightly. "Fuck it. Let's forget the doom-and-gloom shit and let's Ride… even if it's just for a little while," I deadpan.

I blink as Tsukuyomi and Geiz flick out Ridewatches that expand into their Ridestriker bikes. Tsukuyomi's was a deep gray and white with some golden accents. Geiz's was black and red with orange accents. My gaze shifts before I turn the dull bronze and gray Ridewatch before I depress the button and fire it out with a flick of my arm.

My eyebrows rise upon seeing the bike that speeds off before it whips the rear wheel around before skidding in a tailwhip before settling into an idle feet from me. "Well, damn… a '63 Indian Scout," I commented with surprise.

PerspectiveShift - Woz Third Person

Woz hummed in mild surprise as it was a bit different from the bikes most Riders went with. He saw his new liege straddle the bike before his foot rose before a deep bellied roar sounded as the bike revved. He saw both Geiz and Tsukuyomi jerk in surprise, though the young man had an unrepentant grin.

"Now that's a ride, sugarcube," the farm mare commented with an impressed and appreciative look.

"It doesn't seem suited for stealth, my liege," he observed. His new liege shrugged.

"Not really. Best form of stealth, in my opinion, is by foot, though I rather doubt that I possess a connection to the Speed Force, so going on foot to match the speed of a bike is unlikely… nor do I possess chakra, so enhancing my potential with that is out as well," he commented.

"Geek," Tsukuyomi teased, his eyebrow rising in mild confusion.

PerspectiveShift - Fengàri FPoV

A small smirk crosses my face at Tsukuyomi's verbal jab. "Takes one to know one, though 'geek' could refer to more than a few previous Riders… such as Sento Kiryu… or Philip who works with Shotaro," I deadpan.

Unknown to me at the time, a physicist in Celesta's School for the Gifted sneezed, as did a detective in Ponyville.

A small smirk crossed my face before shrieks of fear echoed as I saw the farm mare's head whip around before she started running before I revved the engine of the Scout before accelerating.

My finger depresses the button on the Mighty Kuuga Ridewatch, hearing it's short fanfare before my other hand snaps out, catching the farm mare's arm as she reaches out and pulling her onto the bike behind me.

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"Mighty Kuuga!"

I hear the declaration as I slot in the Ridewatch before thin trails of golden flamelike light form the edges of the armor.

"Iwae… this is the moment the Lord of Fate and Time uses one of his inheritances… the Rider of Humanity's Boundless Potential… Mighty Kuuga!"

A soft chuckle escapes me as I hear Woz's yell. 'Lord of Time… and Fate? Not King of Time and Space? Hmmm, I wonder if he even notices the difference,' I consider as I rev the bike faster, feeling the farm mare's arms wind around my abdomen and hips.

I notice Geiz accelerating as well out of the corner of my eye as the digitized watch bands form his armor. My head tilts before I notice a tall, roughly seven foot tall anthropomorphic stallion with brick red hooves and a lighter red fur with half an Granny Smith apple on his jeans staring up at a tree, his slightly sap green eyed countenance very worried looking. Next to him is a scared anthropomorphic mare with light purplish violet fur, a deep violet curly mane, and magenta irises is staring up at an anthro Pegasus stallion who couldn't have been more than four months old close to fifteen feet from the ground on a branch I could see fine splinters falling from. 'Rotten branch, though,' I note before a growling snarl that I recognize immediately as a gator sounds before I hear the mare cry out in fear.

My wrist tenses as I accelerate faster. "Gotta get that Cragadile away from that tree and my nephew!!" I hear the farm mare say sharply. "Before that branch breaks," I comment bluntly before I push up slightly before I hear her startled "What?!?" response as I push off sharply, the bike rocking only a bit as I feel my senses sharpen as I shoot through the air, closing in on the toddler before the branch breaks with a report like a gunshot a matter of seconds before I snatch the toddler, cradling him close as I flip twice as I angle my body, feeling energy building in my arm, not seeing the golden electricity and burning trails of golden flame as I see the Cragadile rear up before I drive my fist into its skull. Feels almost like punching a piece of slate with a half inch of granite beneath before I hear the meaty thud and crunch before the beast drops heavily to the ground.

I hear the Scout go to an idling sound as I hear three sets of footfalls.

"By Celestia's Grace!! Thank you so much!! If there's anything we can repay you," the violet mare says breathlessly with a trembling smile before I look at the toddler, noticing his fur is a rich reddish violet whilst his mane is a deep golden orange. His eyes are a warm magenta fading to a warm amethyst.

"There is a way to repay me… and you already have, right there," I comment. I smirk at her confusion. "Your smile. Let me guess… he fell for your cooking and your smile," I tease, amused as she blushes as I let her take the toddler back.

"I'm… a baker. My name's Sugar Belle," she says, introducing herself.

"Huh… I would comment that you're most definitely sweet and cute, but I suspect the big guy there would ring my bell in a different way, chèr," I comment as the big stallion steps closer.

"You'd be right, though what possessed you to punch a Cragadile? Even we Apples wouldn't do that, and we're amongst the more," he comments.

"Imposing and, most likely, physically capable people in the immediate area?" I comment, amused by his mildly surprised reaction. I shrug. "Don't have a knife on me nor a pistol or rifle… so use what Ah got, brother," I comment. I see both him and the gamboge furred farm mare blink at my accent, which is a bit thicker than theirs, but very similar.

"Besides, Ah have plenty of experience with gators… hmm… though that 'un… I'd say, is probably a good nine an' a half feet long… good sized gator. Back home, that'd be a good five hundred fifty bucks minimum for the skin alone. The meat… probably another four hundred, at least. Though from what I felt punching it… the bones are hella dense… probably heavy as hell," I comment.

"The small Cragadiles go for around forty five Bits a foot up to six feet. The bigger ones up to eight feet are around sixty Bits. Bigger'n that are rare. I'd guess that 'un would be around eighty or eighty five Bits a foot," the big stallion comments.

"Hell… the biggest gator I pulled in with Troy… was twelve eight. Think the biggest he said he ever pulled in was fourteen and a half. Though I can definitely say that once they hit ten, ten and a half feet… they get to be some heavy fuckers," I comment. I see the stallion's eyes widen as his jaw drops in surprise.

"Whoa, nelly… they must have some big gators where ya come from," the gamboge mare comments. "I'm Jacqueline… friends call me Applejack… or AJ. This big lug is my older brother, Big Macintosh," she comments.

I hum, noticing the belt buckle with the trio of Red Delicious apples. "What about the Granny Smith apple on his ass?" I comment. I see Sugar Belle's eyes widen before she breaks out into a fit of giggles as AJ snickers.

"Granny Smith is up at the house, not…" Big Mac commented with an embarrassed look.

"I mean the species of apple. For example, the ones on her belt buckle, unless I'm mistaken, are Red Delicious apples. There are also Fuji, Honeycrisp, Golden and probably thirty or forty other species of apples," I comment with a smirk. I see AJ's gaze dip to her belt buckle before she shrugs.

"Only apples we know are Sweet Apple Acres apples," she commented thoughtfully.

Author's Note

IWAE!! Our liege's second Inheritance has been revealed! What sorts of mischief will he find or create? I do not know, for this future is unknown.