I don't know how long it was until I came too. About an hour... maybe more... but damn I had the worst headache now... I just remember checking the drone stuff, galloped back to camp, only to find it ransacked, and the cherry on top, I get some kind of powdered drug blown into my face. How great... Lucky me...

"Ugh..." That was about all I could grumble before I opened my eyes. Great... I'm hog tied to a large stick and they carrying me back to... where ever they came from. Looking... around I end up getting a look at my captors. Huh... they remind me of the Abyssinians back home... only more... dog like. The one in front, leading the party is a dark brown colored character. Their mane is easily jet black, and crudely braided, going down to the small of his back. Their tail was also interesting. It seemed muscular, colored in the same dark brown, but ended in a lionen tuft, the same color as it's mane.

The one who blew the dust at me, a reddish brown fellow, seemed to be in the front of the stick they were carrying me on. A similar build, for sure. Same bipedal stance on what appeared to be digitigrade paws, same tufted tail, though this one seemed fire red. This one's mane was also cut short, again, really crudely. As if they used a stone knife to cut it. It also appeared to have some style to it as it was shorter in the back and longer around their bangs.

The one behind me, appeared to be a female, as she had large mamaries on her chest, similar to the Minotaurs of Equis. Her build was a little lankier than the two, what I assumed to be males that I just saw in front. Definitely shorter, but no less as strong. Her mane was a very light tan, almost like a white sandy beach. Her coat just a little darker. Her tail also seemed shorter, a fluffier. Easily half the length of the other tails. They all also appeared to be wearing leather hides to cover their... uhem... unmentionables.

She seemed to take notice of my observations as she stopped and dropped her end of the stick. It wasn't a soft landing as I hit the ground with a firm 'ooof' and next thing I know, I've got spears in my face, and about four of them shouting in a strange language.

"Fy Twei! Mara-shü sei!" She shouted, her spear booping my nose. Of course I fear for my life so I do everything I can to seem as non threatening as possible. Curl up into a small ball, but don't remove eye contact. After less than a minute of this, the red male seems to intervene.

"Kärae, frümet!" he barked, grabbing her spear. Interesting; They roll their Rs. Sounds similar to some languages back home. "Ny graüm yë, ky? Gry shümé krum, ky? Ge'nah. Korüm." He says. After a moment of though between them all, they stop pointing their spears at me, and we resume where we left off, and I'm carried like some prize back to their camp.

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"Okay, the storm has cleared, I want half a dozen 'Thopters searching around the pegasus archipelago. One of our 'thopters went down near there. This is search and rescue. Plain and simple." The noble Pegasus said authoritatively. "We are Nebula house, and we do not leave our own behind. Everypony is to keep in contact, and say so if you spot something that isn't natural. Move out!"

"Yessir!" The six assembled ponies barked before galloping off to their respective ornithopters, and within minutes, the airfield was literally buzzing with the rapid up and down motion of ornithopter wings.

"Bring my daughter home." Stellar said quietly to himself.

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I was dropped unceremoniously in the middle of what seemed to be their main camp. Many of these beings began running about, some I saw grabbed their weapons, and readied themselves for a fight. I watched as the females seemed to escort the young to the tent farthest from me. I wont lie, those little ones looked so cute, but... that panic... that was not a look that belonged on a young one's face.

My attention was immediately turned to an elder looking being, he seemed to be the one in charge. The leader, or chief if I remember the Buffalo tribal hierarchy right. To his right was another elder looking being, only he seemed to be covered in painted on runes... he must be the tribal shaman. He certainly seemed the least pleased to see me. I did my best to seem as respectful as possible, despite my legs still being tied together and to a long stick.

"Bora-kü, sé na." The chief demanded. The red male knelt down and pulled out his stone knife, only to halt as the shaman also spoke up.

"Né! Vatem, hyu mon sé assü! Jé vi nö comërn! Bora-" Okay... clearly this guy had a differing opinion about me, as he was pointing angerly and even shouting at the chief, who stood there stoically before cutting him off.

"Grë, para né trü." That was all I could catch before the red one with the knife got my attention.

"Pony? You mean harm?" He asked quietly. I was genuinely shocked that he spoke Equish. Broken Equish, but Equish nonetheless.

"No. No threat. Peace" I say as quietly back. He seemed to hesitate. "I will make an oath if I can." I add.

"On blood?" He asks.

"On blood." He seemed to relax, and cut me loose. After which, he cut his paw, and passed me the stone knife. With only a little hesitation to steel my still rattled nerves, I jab the tip of the knife into the frog of my hoof. "I swear on my blood and honor, that I, and my people, will do your people no harm, in any shape." I say as I hold up my bloody right fore hoof. He promptly grabs it with his bloody right paw, and accepts my oath.

"Vatem?" Red speak up, interrupting the squabble between the chief and the shaman. "Héra nö vacém dï mére." He explained, holding up his bloody paw. Neither seemed pleased by this, but the shaman seemed livid. he them proceeded to rant and rave at Red, I can only assume he's going on and on about how stupid he was and how I and my kind shouldn't be trusted. The chief however, motioned for me to go to him. I do so without a thought, and give a respectful bow.

He indicates that he wants to look at my cut hoof, so I lift it up for him to see. He takes my hoof firmly, and examines it. He seemed pleased, as he let my hoof go.

"Grë, renaüt. Dï möra shen mi Bära-kü." He said to the shaman.

"Lëa... Gerü ba keft." He grumbled. The entire camp seemed... torn. Some shrugged and went back to their business, others seemed to look at me with a fire in their eyes. Okay... seems like they don't really like us ponies.

"Pony, come." Red states calmly before leading me away to one tent in particular. Seems to be his. "Father say you are mine... to.. see." So he's my warden... Can't say I blame them.

"Were other ponies- wait, father?" I... guess I should have seen that coming. "You're the chief's son?"

"Yes. Father say your mine to see. Spirit not happy. Spirit think you evil." He explained. If what I'm thinking is true, then they have every right and reason to be mad and fearful.

"Then I shall make your job easy and stay close to you." I say as I plant my rump on the floor. Though... I can't help but wonder how long before more ornithopters are flying overhead searching for me... I almost fear for that reaction. "However, I must insist we stay close to the beach." That got a confused look out of him.

"The... beach? What is beach?" he asks, confused.

"Where the sea meets the land." I explain. Seems some two way language lessons are in order later.

"AH!" he barks. "Lë khärt! Why?"

"My father will come looking for me. I do not want my family to... bring fear here." I explain as calmly as I can.

He seems to ponder this, carefully, before reluctantly agreeing.

"M'kärtö." he says before opening the tent flap, allowing me out. I slowly walk out with a slight limp because of the slice in my hoof but I try not to let it show that it's bothering me too much. He followed, and nodded for me to follow him. Looking back, we see the tribe shaman glaring a death glare at me. The bushes seemed to envelop us as we head towards the beach where they found me.

Author's Note

Writing an alien language is such a pain... but I felt best starting with germanic for my base, or foundation. The two dots over certain letters, such as the Es and As, are called 'Umlauts"(oom-lao), and they make the long sound. Or as I was taught, pretend there is an 'e' behind the letter in question. Such as ä would make the ae sound and so on.