Love is insanity. It is the enslavement of a rational and lucid mind, to delusion, and self-destruction.

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Crimson liquid was every where, and the room reeked of metal. The shredded, unidentifiable corpse of the mail pony lay in ribbons under your feet, and the shouting outside didn't sound good. The royal guard were the peace keepers in Canterlot, and the well trained fighters were certainly something to behold as you wiped the blood from the window. Plates of golden armor shone like the sun, as they reflected the light from the blazing ball in the sky. You step back from the blinding light outside, glance at your meal, and calm down as you realize the smell of sex is no longer in the room. Instead you smell blood and smoke. But there was no fire anywhere, and once again you could smell fear. Fear with an oddly familiar tint, one you hadn't had the pleasure of sensing for too long. And then the problem struck you like boulder to the face. You turned and sprinted down the stair well with almost indecent haste. You hadn't noticed at the time, but your previous rampage through the house had knocked over what little candles there were in your path, and the carpet of an entire room was ablaze as you sped past it. Cracks erupted from the walls, because of the added weight your footfalls carried, now that your body was adapting to the area. These cracks ruptured the magical seals and runes giving the odd light in the hallways, sending gouts of fire and magical energy into the paintings hung on the walls.

"Help me!"

The sound of Raven Heart shouting was a whisper compared to the now magically fed inferno blazing throughout the once opulent mansion, but you heard it all the same. It came from under one of the larger paintings, and one of the corners was dangerously close to the flames. Your rushed over and the canvas was cut into streamers under your claws. Smoke burst from the tears in the previously masterful work of art, and there she was. A beautiful black ball, her fur shining from the light of the fire. The moment would have been perfect were it not for the creaking of metal and stone, and the halo of smoke over her head. You grabbed her with a now blunted tail, and began to form a protective blanket by increrasing the width of your tail, and flattening it until only her head stuck out of one side. Now that you had a firm grasp on the now unconscious mare, you started preparing for combat. As you trudged through the flames, keeping Raven well out of reach, you grew nearly three times your original size. Standing now as a giant among ponies, your razor sharp, serrated claws grew in length until stopping at nearly a foot and a half of bone. More and more bones were formed, and mutated, and by the time you reached the doors you were a true monster.

"Move or I will tear this miserable town to pieces!" Your voice echoing through the streets, as the heavy wooden doors come down in shards around you.

The guard do nothing but stare at you in shocked silence, for their steely facade had shattered as much as the door. You had unknowingly moved your mare into a pouch on your underside, much like a kangaroo, and the old, blanket-like, tail had split into more than ten thin whipping appendages, each and every one of them lined with blades of bone as sharp as your claws. your head had grown to match the size of your body, and you massive cage of fangs now dripped with an acidic toxin, of an unholy shade of green.

"Out of my way!" You roar.

This last feat of vocal intimidation had been so loud as to cause parts of the now hellish building behind you to crumble, and emphasize your point. The guards almost tripped over each other in a desperate attempt to move away, although a few seemed to have found their resolve.

"Your mistake." The growl resonates with a few more of them, causing them to bolt away.

These last defiant few, their horns wreathed with magic, and weapons shining, were promptly slaughtered. Three were killed in your first step, one cut into slabs by the claws on your foot, and the two others cut down where they stood by your tails. The blood soaked the cracked cobblestone road, and spray painted a few suits of armor crimson. In this display of power the rest the defiant guard fled, except one. A comparatively old member whose armor was dull, had a white light around his horn, and suddenly you couldn't move. Your feet held to the ground, and your tails suspended in place. The only part of you that was able to move was your head. This may have been because he wanted to talk to you, or some other nonsense, but you quickly took advantage in his lack of judgement. The unholy poison was released in a torrent, and the force of it would have shoved the old guard over, if he wasn't being reduced to a murky puddle by the liquid. As the last of the resistance died, so did his magic, and with a final roar of triumph, you bound through houses and streets alike searching for the route that brought you here in the first place.

"Where is it!" You bellow.

Climbing to the top of a building you can see the outskirts of Canterlot, and as you leap from house to house, turning the rooves to rubble, you see the path that you walked on your first trip into town. You waste no time in jumping from the top of the structure, and changing course to once again travel the mountain path. It takes you about two minutes to find the entrance to the dark tunnel that you escaped from, and at the sight of it, your monstrous physicality vanishes. You shrink down to normal size, your claws shrink, and your tails rejoin. You are careful to step away from Raven as your pouch recedes, and you lift her, spread eagle, onto your back, after you tear away the rebuilt blockade of stone. The days events have turned your limbs to lead, but you still have more than enough energy to carry your mare to safety.

Author's Note

So its been a few months, I know, but hopefully you all like this chapter as much as the rest of them.

Sorry for the delay ~ Winter