He breathed. The man breathed for the first time in a long time. He readied his feet, and ran through the gate of Oblivion. What he didn't expect, however, was the instant morphing into a shape that only the Eight knew. He tumbled down a hill, felt like he shattered his left foot, which didn't feel like a foot anymore. Felt like a stump, but he hardly thought much of it as he kept falling down the hill, until he finally, finally stopped thanks to a stray tree.
The Dragonborn was looking forward to another fun adventure through time or something, maybe stop another sun from dying. He didn't expect to be heavily injured immediately as he entered the gates. He hated, and I mean HATED, these adventures when he is always heavily injured in the beginning. He finally opened his eyes to see a very colorful forest in the distance, but then realized he was just staring at a leaf. He sighed, and got down from the tree.
Said Dovahkiin tripped on his foot, and hit the soggy mud that was conveniently placed just for him to fall in it. He got off of the mud, and was about to wipe it off when he seen it. He looked at his hands, and his legs. They weren't hands anymore! Or legs! They were stupid little stubs that he could hardly control. He lifted his stu- hooves, and put one over his face. He only ended up hitting himself and getting a bruise over his eye.
There was no definition of slapping with hooves, there was only punches. At least, from what the Dragonblood Breton felt. He had long forgotten his name, and foolishly went by only the name of "Dragonborn" which, to be honest, has been getting really annoying these past few weeks. He tried to cast magic but only ended up with a little husk of magic coming from his hooves. From what he knew, there was no spell or remedy for form-changing. Maybe if he became a werewolf again, but being a werewolf sucked.
You had this really intense craving, or that horny feeling one feels but it feels different then horny. It was always hard to explain for the Dragonborn. He transferred Harbingership to Aela. He always liked her, but not in the romance-sense. She would just be a stupid regular housewife then. Maybe. He got up off the ground, trying to get a feel of this incredibly annoying form. Right hoof, left hoof, back left hoof, right hoof.
It was a incredibly difficult combination to get a hold of. At least he wasn't sold to Nocturnal or anything anymore. He relinquished all of his powers just to stay away from that. Even his inherent trait of absorbing magic was gone after that. And that normally means you have no inherent connection to the Breton power-thing-a-majig anymore. The Breton-turned-pony started to get the jist of the combination of hooves, but he stopped when he realized something was on his head.
"Having problems?" Sheogorath said, appearing in front of him. Well, not appearing in front of him per-say, it was more like his voice just appearing with a red-white aura in front of him being the only indication that the Daedric Prince. "I get it, Sheogorath. This is payback for getting your staff, right?" The Dragonborn said, his voice surprisingly hoarse. The idea that the Daedric Prince was laughing at him just stuck in his mind.
"Oh no, my amnesiac. This is a incredible gift from some of the people upstairs. A link to the realm of Heaven! Not like Sovngarde, with those idiots just sitting idly in chairs not eating a darn thing and just looking at each other." The Dragonborn got the idea that Sheogorath was watching his efforts against Alduin there. He sighed. Sheogorath cut to the point. "I like cheese. Now, let this be known: You have only a few hours to be here. You can mess up anything you like, anytime or, heh, 'anypony'." And with that, the aura disappeared, along with any voice that was his.
"Wait, wait! I need to know how to use this body! I really really need to know. I can't even use MAGIC anymore!" The Dragonborn pleaded. He didn't want to kill anybody in this realm, much less other gods that can just launch him into the sky for him to die on landing. He looked up and noticed that it was night. Mind you, a very dark night with no stars whatsoever. He figured that the gods were just screwing with him and moved on. He was starting to get the hang of walking, anyway.
One Hour Later
He eventually discovered he didn't have his dagger with him, so there was no chance of defending himself aside from his pacifist spells, which he was a master in. Unfortunately, he only had some stupid stupid horn to, he assumed, was a substitute for magic. He scolded himself for even entering the portal. While he was trudging through mud, he was having an argument within himself.
"Oh sure, Dragonborn, you can handle Alduin and you just looooove adventure and all its hill falling mud facing and no-magic ways. Sure, sure, its an ADVENTURE alright!" He yelled, but he stopped when he heard a familiar howling. He heard it oh so often in his travels of Skyrim. So many times. So many wolves. He looked behind him and seen three wolves, but they were different then the ones in Skyrim or his adventures in Tamriel. Oh so different. Timberwolves, from what their 'fur' looks like and their insignificant snarling. He had to run. This time, he really really had to run. He didn't have any weapons or armor to defend himself with and only these saddlebags accompanied him here, along with some type of...tattoo along his fur. And so he ran, with haste and surprisingly keeping his hooves up along the way, until he tripped again. The Eight were just smiling on him today.
As the wolf was about to make its lunge, he attempted to cast a spell with his pathetic attempt to use his horn, if it could even be used. The release of magic was spontaneous, and went over a wide area around him, affecting the wolves and whatever else was posing a threat to him. He had his eyes closed and whimpered for a moment, only to find out that he was 'okay'. From what he knew, the paralysis spell didn't cover that much of a wide range. This realm, or world, must have a different way of using magic.
He got up, and poked the statue of a wolf, which only fell to the side helplessly. It glowed in a green aura. He ran as fast as he could in the other direction, finally getting the feel of using these hooves. Perhaps they weren't so useless after all. Finally, a town was in the distance, and just a few feet (hooves?) away from him was a cobblestone road. He slowed down, and walked on the cobblestone rode. Bouncing and ecstatic that he was near society, his happiness died down when he realized he wasn't in Skyrim. But each bounce made a clank, and he looked at his hooves. He was wearing...golden hoof-gear? When the heck did he get this? The Dragonborn just didn't bother, and walked through the town.
He assumed the lack of any horses, or humans, meant that they were all asleep. But when he looked through the windows of the houses of said natives, he found no indication that there was anything living in there. Whether that was just him or...something else, he moved on. Honestly, he was tired. Very tired, but he had to hoof it and move on. Then, he found the local park, but he hid. There was a party going on, with other horses like him dancing and talking his own language! The Dragonborn didn't want to interfere, so he started to walk towards the library-looking place, which, he didn't know how he recognized. But as he was about to turn around, he was stopped by a pink tim-
"HI! Whats your name? Because I totally noticed you sneaking around and my hooves twitched left and right and because of that I strayed from the party but I never wanted to bother you so I stalked you and then I seen you here an-" Unfortunately, having the living shit scared out of him by a pink horse made him activate his spell from his horn instinctively, and she was paralyzed. "Uh oh! Look, uh, pink...horse, I didn't mean to do that! I know you can hear me, but I kind of....can't reverse the spell. It doesn't damage you or anything by the way, but, if you want to find me, I'll...." He dragged out the L's in his last word, but he had to confuse her incase the horse got up again.
"I'll be at the Unicrons Cove." He then hoofed it away from the paralyzed body. Thank god he specialized in pacifist spells or...that might have been so much worse. He ran towards the library and, surprisingly, opened the door that was unlocked and closed it. The Dragonborn then began to read the books in the library as fast as he could find him. Which, was to say, very slow. He tried to find a stupid Common Newborn Names book because they have that in Tamriel. He could only hope. He opened a book, and read its contents.
Most of it was garbage, but he finally caught his alias. Or hopefully, his soon-to-be name. Touching the name and smudging it with his muddy hooves, he just took to remembering it. Cosmos. What could he do with that name? He had to move it around, because from what he read as names in this book...the names of these horses are so odd. He mixed things around.
"Cosmatic Beat. That sounds sexy and nice."
He quickly scrambled to collect all the books he could about the state and civilization of this world. He needed to fit in, and fit in fast. He stuffed all the books about civilization in his saddlebags, and accidentally knocked most of the books off the shelves. Whoever works here will have to clean it up, because he doesn't have enough time to stay. "Twilight...? Please don't let this be one of your pet projects again!" Someone said from the second floor. Cosmatic Beat quickly ran out the door, but instead ran into the wall. He was completely knocked unconscious.
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Spike looked at the state of the library and sighed. He would have to clean this all up again. But what surprised him more was the amount of muddy hoof prints all over the floor, and unfortunately all over Twilight's books. From what he knew of Twilight, she was not going to be happy about this. The young dragon walked downstairs and slowly moved the books in to alphabetical corners to better put them back later.
He put the dirty ones in a corner, he will have to find a way to clean them off later. Spike finally took the notice of the stallion unconscious right next to the door. He walked right back up stairs, made a letter, and sent it out to Twilight. Hopefully this was one of her friends or something. If the stallion was, then Twilight would recognize him. He walked right downstairs and looked at the stallion, but then noticed all the wounds and mud tracked in. And his saddlebags, filled with the libraries books.
He was going to need some care.
Cosmatic woke up, unaware of his surroundings. Feeling a comfortable blanket and bed felt amazing, and he felt like he needed the sleep. Even after all his adventures, he rarely put time aside for his own sleep. It made his performance deteriorate, sure, but after Blackreach he started sleeping normally. Blackreach is definitely not a good place to explore without any sleep what-so-ever, and he nearly died several times from archers, Dwemer Automatons, and a swipe to the back from a Falmer.
He spent a week in bed just healing from the wounds he had, and the burns were terrible, making that week a living hell for him, in terms of pain. He felt a jabbing poke on his back. "Give me time to sleep, you stupid vampire...." He turned around in his bed, only to be poked in the face. "Stop it..." Cosmatic Beat continued, still trying to get his sleep. After being poked in a place he never was supposed to be poked in, he opened his eyes.
A bright pink pony was in the corner near him, with a wooden stick, ready to poke him again if need be. Her whole body was frozen up except her arm and her face. A eerie green glow emanated from the paralyzed limbs, and, if its related, the pink ponies hair was completely down. It made her look so depressed to some, and overtly to him. "Uh...hello? Its going to b-" It was then when it struck him completely, as if a slap in his face. This was the pink horse thing that he accidentally cast a spell on. It wasn't supposed to last this long, however. One limb and head were free. There should have been a whole body free. "...Uh, are you okay? I'm sorry that this lasted this long, I didn't expect it to, if that's any indication."
Cosmatic Beat definitely got a reply. He got the heavy glare of the pony and a reply. "You made me miss the chance of making seventeen parties, one of which was a welcome party, another for Canterlot, and the chance of getting you welcomed here." She said, in a depressed voice. Cosmatic Beat sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry for anything that I may have caused you, but I don't belong here. Do you have any shrines or gods I can talk to?" The pink party pony looked at Cosmatic Beat, having an incredibly confused look on her face as if she didn't even know what he meant. "Do you have a shrine...? Or 'gods' I can talk to?" After no reply, he sighed, and tried to move his blanket around to make a cocoon, to at least keep the warmth in better.
After noticing that he obviously wasn't getting any close to a cocoon due to the fact he still wasn't used to being a pony, he huffed, and pulled the blanket off of him. Cosmatic Beat always hated when he couldn't find the right position when he tries to sleep. He moved his hooves a few times, attempting to get his legs to wake up. One hoof had a problem, so he simply slammed his hoof down, causing some amount of pain but waking it up completely. That always works, even though it hurts sometimes. He walked over to the pink pony, and touched his horn to the ground.
He felt the magic build up in him, and tried to hold back on bringing his magic to his hands, which is now consequently his hooves. Cosmatic Beat brought up a small amount of magic and only ended up casting a fizzle of light. Great, his attempt at Magelight failed. And that may mean that his magical reserves that were in Skyrim actually aren't as potent in this realm.
Double great. He only summoned up a small amount of his magic though. He touched his horn to the party ponies chest, and put half of his magical reserves into it. He never really cast this spell as much as he should have. Paralyzing guards in the Whiterun Hold was simply fun.
He went a little crazy sometimes, especially with the fact that almost in every hold in Skyrim they always had the "I used to be an adventurer like you" and "Lemme guess, someone stole your sweet roll" lines to annoy every citizen in that very hold. He remarked that he saw a guard turn into a sweet roll once after that one line. And that other time, where the guard got an arrow to both his knees and face. He didn't know how those events had even happened, but he was almost completely sure that the sweetroll comment incident had been caused by Sheogorath.
He went off on a small tangent, great. Cosmatic Beat focused on his magic, ignoring his environment at the exception of the bright pink pony. He could feel his own Paralyze spell unweave itself, giving the pink pony more control over her body. Slowly, but surely, he was unweaving his own magic.
But then, right as the pink pony was given full control, he felt a barrier. It felt like an insane amount of magic, like all of the magic in Skyrim combined. It felt like the Eye Of Magus, which unfortunately was the only thing he could compare to this vast overflow of magic. As if it was instinct, he tapped into the magic, causing whomever was controlling it to back off, but Cosmatic's magic was still locked on, so it was going along with the vast overflow of magic. Then, it happened.
He felt himself in another being, another sentient one like him. But this time, he was actually in her memory banks. As soon as he got her name, it reflected off his mouth like nothing whatsoever. "Twilight." He accidentally whispered out, but then he realized he was in her mind. He instantly broke the connection and when he did, he collapsed. He wheezed, barely able to open his eyes. This was incredibly taxing on him, and he didn't even know it. Then, as soon as the moment came, it was gone, as with his lack of energy.
He felt it pouring into him, and it came from the same person from his memory. Or rather, hers. He only got family names. A 'Twilight Sparkle', 'Spike', and 'Shining Armor'. Unfortunately, he couldn't get anything else. Cosmatic Beat breathed normally, and he opened his eyes. A worried expression was on the purple ponies face. Cosmatic Beat jumped back, slamming against the wall.
What had he done?! He accidentally invaded another person ("Pony?") like him, and nearly learned all about them, but he invaded. He felt like a monster, he felt his heartbeat going up. Twilight approached him, a little wary, but sat right by him. The pink party pony was not seen. He promptly wondered where she was, but dropped the subject. "I-I..." He could barely speak. He didn't know why, but he felt as if his memory was probed as well. A massive invasion of privacy went over his mind. "I...I'm sorry." Cosmatic Beat said to her, and she responded in kind. "I am sorry as well. I...was assuming you were hurting my friend." Twilight replied, with a sullen tone to her voice. "I didn't know you had endured so much..."
A look of shock went across Cosmatic's face. "You...you..." She really did probe his mind! She knew everything. Every little embarrassing moment ("By the gods!") or battle. "You read my mind! You probed it! You-" He was forcibly interrupted by the mare. "I know...and I'm sorry. I never meant to." She replied, looking down at the wood of the home instead of looking at the very pony she read.
"What did you mean to do then? Kill me?" Cosmatic said, with a accusing tone. Twilight's depressed look quickly changed to one of horror. "I was meaning to stop the flow of your horn! I wasn't going to hurt you or kill you!" She said, obviously unaware of the fact that, if on cue, a few books were going to fall. The books from the bookcase behind her hit her head every time. After the onslaught of the books, she rubbed her head and shook her head. "You were the one that initiated it." She explained, again unaware that Cosmatic had no idea what she was talking about.
"What did I initiate?" Cosmatic Beat asked, worried that there may be even more after effects of what his instincts actually did. "You don't know what spell you casted on me?" Twilight asked, curiosity driving her words. "Um, no. I don't know what I did. I just felt...an overflow of magic and by instinct...I latched on?" He said, more of a question to himself then an answer to her. Twilight got up and slowly began putting the books back in the bookcase, using her magic. "I didn't even know you were capable of that kind of magic. In fact, it was rather overwhelming. Overtly so, apparently." Cosmatic explained, and when Twilight finished organizing the books and successfully putting them back, she looked at Cosmatic. "You came from another world." That sentence put everything into dead silence until it was resolutely broken.
"I like you already." Twilight said, smiling. This could be a chance to do a few projects, and if so, possibly visit this other world. She had to, first off, tell Princess Celestia about it. "What." Cosmatic said, a look of absolute confusion on his face. "Spike, take a letter." She walked downstairs, leaving Cosmatic ultimately confused. Cosmatic gathered his mind together and walked under his bed. As if it was meant to be there, a nice winter coat was there, able to cover his body enough so that he can stay warm. But why was it here? He looked out the window, and seen that it was bright as day, but snow was covering most of the landscape.
He got the winter coat on and walked down the stairs, ready for an onslaught of snow as always. However, he was stopped by the look of Twilight, her almost excited look fascinated him. Nearly a few minutes ago he was in the fight for his life. "Uh, if its possible, can I go with you?" Even though the girl had practically read his mind and may have nearly killed him, she was polite. "Even though you were a 'human' once, I'm pretty sure that nobody will go crazy when you are in this form. In fact, you'll blend right in. You look just like a..." She trailed off. "Lets get moving, huh?" Cosmatic said, and opened the door only to be welcomed to a buck to the face.