Ghuzrod Sunrekka Becomes Da Biggest 'n Smartest!

“And that is when the strange green creature burst forth from that foul monster’s chest, half melted and covered in viscera,” Angel exclaimed, miming the motion of emerging from the body of a great frog.

“Um then he killed the bufogren, and crawled out of its belly,” Fluttershy interpreted.

“Why must you always put such a simplistic spin on my expansive vernacular?” Angel demanded, shooting a death glare at Fluttershy. “This purple swine will believe I am but a simple beast if you continue to water down my words.”

“What did he say?” Twilight asked.

Flutershy rolled her eyes. “Angel was a bit more… descriptive than me.”

“And a fair bit better spoken too, though I shan't hold it against you, mother,” Angel proclaimed before plopping down on his chair.

“Fascinating,” Twilight muttered, the unicorn pausing to write down a few notes.

As her friend wrote, Fluttershy shifted uncomfortably in her seat. This was not due to the chair itself, which was rather pleasant if she was honest. Nor was it the atmosphere of the tea room that lay at the back of the local library that Twilight called home. The space was cool, with a gentle mid-summer breeze rolling in through the open window. No, this discomfort came from the continued glaring leveled Fluttershy’s way by her pet rabbit.

“Then what happened?” Twilight asked.

“Then the creature lay there, sprawled out on the ground, naked as the day it was probably born,” Angel began again. “I thought it had perhaps perished from its injuries but it started to glow suddenly. This irradecance seemed to heal its wounds, and made it grow a little taller and a little stockier.”

“It started glowing then healed itself somehow and got bigger and stronger,” Fluttershy added.

Angel scoffed. “If you continue to dampen my oratory skills, I shall no longer assist you in wrangling more of my wayward kin come the next winter wrap up.”

“But Angel they never listen to me,” Fluttershy whined.

“Then the next time I describe something I expect a word-by-word interpretation not the poor fascimile of a translation that you keep uttering,” Angel proclaimed.

Fluttershy sighed. “Fine, have it your way.”

“Um, Fluttershy?” Twilight inquired.

“It's nothing,” Fluttershy dismissed. “Just a disagreement on the description is all.”

“Philistine,” Angel muttered.

“So it glowed, got bigger, and healed… sounds like some kind of magic,” Twilight murmured to herself, the mare chewing on the end of her pen. “But without a horn or other focusing device this magic is likely to function much like an earth ponies, thus the glowing.”

“Angel thinks that fighting is making it get bigger,” Fluttershy exclaimed.

“That's not impossible, but would be very strange,” Twilight admitted. “Perhaps this is some kind of magical creature that has somehow managed to stay undocumented until now.”

“Regardless of their origin, they are intelligent, as they had a knife clearly not of pony design,” Angel pointed out.

“Oh um yeah what about the knife he made?” Fluttershy interpreted.

“That is perhaps the most interesting facet of this entire thing, and you said it spoke to you as well?” Twilight asked, staring intently at Angel.

The bunny nodded his head. “Though I’d hardly call that guttural cacophony speech, it was close enough that I could understand its rather base desire for privacy.”

“It wanted to be alone-” Fluttershy began, only to get a sharp jab to her side. “I mean, Angel said, and I quote; Though I’d hardly call that guttural cacophony speech, it was close enough that I could understand its rather base desire for privacy.”

“Thank you, mother,” Angel exclaimed.

“Fascinating,” Twilight exhaled. “We must launch an investigation, and quickly. If it is smart enough to speak and make tools it may very well need our help.”

“I don't know Twilight. It sounds kind of um… dangerous,” Fluttershy whispered.

Twilight waved a hoof at the other mare. “It's nothing to worry about. I’m sure we can reason with it and even if we can't I have magic and we won't be going out there unprepared.”

“I suppose,” Fluttershy muttered.

“Cheer up Fluttershy. This may be your chance to be the first to discover a previously uncontacted tribe of new creatures!” Twilight proclaimed.

“Oh um, yay,” Fluttershy cheered weakly.

“Really mother, where is your sense of adventure?” Angel chided.

Fluttershy frowned. “I think I left it at home.”