Thud thud thud

Raven Heart heard as she woke up. I took her all of five seconds to get up and start walking. She was sore all over, and could only half remember what happened last night, as she walked down the spell lit hallway. Her hooves sounded like the muffled knocking as they fell on the thick carpet. She walked up to the massive oak door and made sure to hide most of herself before opening it. She saw a black and white striped pony, which she almost mistook for a zebra before she saw that the stripes curved in an odd pattern.

"Who are you?" The black pegasus asked in a slightly more tired parody of her normal voice.

"I will swallow his heart." Rumbled out of the strange pony's throat.

Raven inhaled sharply when she saw the strange creature start to change shape. His eyes turned into those of a snakes wreathed in flame. The body started stretching and thickening, as the disturbingly accurate facade of a pony quickly dissolved into something that was too familiar to the normally armored guard. The thing's hooves were shredded as three-inch serrated claws decided that they could no longer be contained. And the blocky head of this dangerous mockery grew and rounded out, as the molars in its mouth sharpened and lengthened to the point where some were eight inches long.

"Move." Winter Knight growled at her.

Raven Heart was too shocked to think, let alone move, and before she knew it a tail came out of nowhere and slammed her into the marble wall of her hallway. The roar her would be partner made was deafening, and it shook the uncommon rock that made up the house. It also knocked one of the paintings off of the wall, and it fell on the raven winged pony under it. Before she blacked out the only thing she could think of was, Why did he come back?

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You didn't see the painting fall on her, and consequently, you didn't care. The stairs posed little challenge as your claws split the expensive stone of the wall, and you ran sideways to the second floor.

"There you are, you tiny, brain-dead, unimportant, waste of flesh. You're so tainted by fear that you are hardly fit for a meal." You roared as you licked your lips.

Clayton Mail was sitting in the center of the stained bed, curled in a fetal position.

"You're right. I'm not fit for a meal. Don't eat me Mr. whatever your name is!" He cried as he begged for his life.

"But I went through all the trouble of coming here, and isn't it a common custom that a host to feed his guests?"

Your jaw unhinged and hit your neck, as you flew through the air. The bed collapsed at the same moment that your claws sank into the stringy horse meat of the mail pony's legs. He shrieked like a mare as his dark blood sprayed onto the black sheets. His bones shattered, and his legs bent side-ways when you stood up. Your tail grew a small pitchfork of bone, and you started to spin it to tangle the hair in the brown pony's tail. You pulled all the hair out simultaneously and his squealing increased in pitch as more blood spouted from where his former tail took up residence. You lower your fangs into the coward's chest and savor the sickening crack of ribs shattering as you bite with all available force. You search his chest cavity with your snake-like tongue, and gulp down his blood until you draw his still-beating heart down your tooth-lined throat. When you look up half the room is painted red, and there is shouting outside.

Author's Note

Hey everyone, I realize that it's been a while since i've written anything, so if I could get feedback it would be wonderful. Other than that, I know that it's a short chapter but I figured I'd start again the way I started the first time. A bloodbath. I don't know if you can expect more, but it's nice to be writing again. All constructive criticism and compliments are accepted.