The war for Fluttershy's plot.
Chapter One.
Know one's enemy.
By Fillyfooler
All none-OC characters are property of Hasbro and the team that bring us MLP: FiM. I take no artistic credit for My Little Pony.
Butterfree the besieged writing in the 50th year of our princesses, Luna and Celestia, on the animal know as the Timberwolf.
Timberwolves are perhaps one of the most fascinating carnivore creatures to inhabit the land of Equestria. Their outer limbs and skin being formed of wood, they hate fire and seem to like darkness. Only found in the everfree forest, they seem to be the one of the few example of latent botany magic as they have a symbiotic relationship with most trees (mostly the newly found Zap apple tree) of the everfree which mostly consists of them eating any herbivore that wishes to eat such trees, such as Rabbits, moles, etc. Known to be fierce, they have yet to be seen as having language though have a pack type society with females choosing mates and leading the pack.
One interesting thing to note is their aversion of metal. In the presence of any metal or at the mere hearing of it being banged together they will become docile, fearful and will look for anyway to avoid it. A reason for such behaviour as this has yet to surface though it has been put forward that they may be allergic to the substance, which of course leads to the discussion of what kind of metal and what sort of reaction happens when they are struck by metal. As yet this information has yet to begotten.
Also it may be interesting to note, that as of yet, no corpse of any Timberwolves have been found...
Sliverclaw looked on and, what to another Timberwolf would look like longing adorned her face. She hated being here, but still she was here. Watching, wanting, longing for the thing that fluttered in it's yard. Sliverclaw stood just in the shadow of the everfree forest that she and her pack called home. She took a deep breath through her snout, the earthy smells of dirt and trees calming her hated and anger (at herself) until she caught another trickle of aroma, heat. It was her own and it showed for all those who could be around her what was wrong, what caused her to be here, what caused her distress and what caused her shame.
She wanted the pony, she needed the pony, that pony, that Pegasus. Her name known throughout the forest, even to the Timberwolves, a pony of comfort and healing, kindness and heart her nature. Fluttershy.
The mere thought of the pony's name sent shivers down her wooden spine. How she hated that name, how she longed for the hoofed one to die. Suddenly an old memory surfaced, a old wolf's teachings, the rules of the great council that every Timberwolf lived by.
'And remember this young pups, and especially you metal clawed one, for a leader must punish those who brake the laws. Never ever, not even once may you lay with a pony. Those that do will turn to metal and be shunned by their pack, so remember they are the weak ones, we are the strong. Remember...remember'
Sliverclaw hung her head in shame. She didn't love Fluttershy, she lusted after her. Sliverclaw already had a mate, Brackencoat, and she loved her. But something about the hoofed one drew Sliverclaw here. And she knew what she would do if she could, how the pony out there would howl, voice strained and high, how the scent would never leave her and taste never sate. But she didn't, because she knew what would happen, she would have give up her pack, her mate and even her life for defying one of the most sacred laws of wolfdom.
So she sat there miserable, body heated and wanting, mind in turmoil until the sun had set and the hoofed one had gone. And then she too left into the deepest part of the forest, where the timberwolves made their home.
The moment that Silverclaw set paw into the timberwolf camp her spirits were lifted as the sounds of a well fed and content pack filled her ears. Pups played in the dirt at the very center of the camp while watchful mothers looked on, the hunting division of the pack sat under the sacred zap apple trees always guarding against even the smallest threat and her second in command, trusted friend and mate sat on the great stone watching all that was going on with her wonderful yellowish brown eyes.
One of the pups was first to see her, “Sliverclaw is back!!” it shouted as it bounded over. “Hello young one, has the meat been good” she said in the traditional timberwolf greeting. “Very much O great leader. Did you find the scent you were looking for?” “Yes and tomorrow those moles will get it” she replied as she started to laugh. Pups were always so full of life, it made her smile. “Now go on and play little one” she said as she pushed the pup back to its play.
Brackencoat was less fast to greet her but still as gentle, “Welcome back, you found the scent?” she asked with softness in her voice. “Yes, their hiding out in the old poison joke field. Tomorrow I'll take Softpelt and Scarredface there and kill them” Sliverclaw said as she nuzzled into Brackencoat's muzzle, “Hmm, you smell wonderful” she said as the old flame came to life.
“Hmm you don't smell that bad yourself but we can't, the metalled coats say that their moss curtain was eaten so I have to go find another”, Brackencoat explained as she nuzzled back into Silverclaw “Very well, but make sure that you don't go to the river. That serpent has been acting up.” “Okay, make sure to keep the leaves warm” Brackencoat said in a final goodbye, giving back leadership to Silverclaw.
Silverclaw sat and stared as her pack prepared for sleep. She felt weary, having to lie always made her feel bad but it was necessary. If her pack ever found out where she went, she shuddered to think what would happen but already could see the pain on Brackencoat's face, the betrayal that would take place and the hurt of having to leave. She knew, that with out her pack and her mate she would die. So she sat silent on the great stone, feeling the weight of the forest on her wooden coat knowing that she would never be free of her feelings, and that if she ever acted on them she would die.
