A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.

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Waking up, you smell food, this causes you to leap towards the smell. The first thing you got was a previously unbent metal tray. The second thing made you puke. The tray was piled high with vegetables. Were they trying to kill you? Or were they actually stupid enough to think you ate this crap. Between seeing that glorified therapist every other day, and the physical tests that doctors ran on you everyday you didn't see the shrink, you could feel yourself getting more and more tired, and fairly soon you would go into hibernation. It was a last chance defense mechanism to make death as peaceful as a fading dream. But that wasn't the death you wanted. you wanted to die one of two ways, one would be happy, the other would be trying to rip the throats out of these accursed guards. You look up and see a new guard staring at you trough the magically manufactured shatterproof glass door. In fact, she was the first female guard you had seen.

"Can I get something to eat?" You ask with venom in your voice.

"You just destroyed what you got to eat." Her voice was soft but somehow held authority.

"Does it look like I eat plants?" Sarcasm dripping off of every word.

"Yes." she replied equally as sarcastically.

"Hahaha," You say bluntly, "very funny. But I am literally starving over here, and to make it worse for you ponies, I will go into hibernation in a few days and you won't be able to move me anywhere. So get me some food!"

With the last words you slam into the door, hoping for a crack or something, but getting nothing. You studied the guard. She had all the features you found attractive back in what used to be your clan. Sleek and strong figure, spoke with authority, and a unique color scheme. She had a dark grey, almost black, coat, a white mane, and the feathers on her pegasus wings were tipped with violet. It gave the effect of a dark bird, like a crow or raven.

"What's your name?" You ask for no reason.

"Raven Heart." She says, unsure if she should have been talking to you in the first place.

"That's nice, wake me up when the psychoanalyst needs me."

With that you went back to sleep, and had a short dream about chasing deer in a massive field before it got cut off abruptly by the new guard.

"Brilliant Mind needs you." She says as the shackles go on.

You can tell she already injected you before you woke up, and in a minute or two, you were of to see the doctor.

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Raven Heart had been briefed before taking on the challenge of guarding the supposedly horrible creature from the rest of the world. She was told that it was incredibly violent, and murderous. She was also told it was sentient, and had the power to compel creatures into doing things, but she knows she wasn't compelled to do anything. She just genuinely felt bad for the creature. So here she was, in the middle of the royal garden, open to visitors of course, trying to hunt down a small bird or rabbit. She had served as one of the guards to the ambassador in the griffon nations, so she was perfectly capable of doing this, in fact, the sight of dead animals didn't offend her at all since that was mainly what the griffons ate. Seeing the tall grass move, she stomps down on the area and hears a crunch. She flinches. She wasn't offended by the sight of dead animals, but killing them herself was something new. She had contemplated just capturing the rabbit she now tucked under her wing, but she had seen the inside of the creatures mouth, if the eight inch serrated fangs that formed a sort of cage around its head weren't bad enough, the inside of his mouth was lined with similar shorter teeth, and she wanted to spare the rabbit that pain.

"Well, here goes."

There were three reasons she went through this whole ordeal. One was that she felt bad for the creature, if she had been penned up for a week and a half without decent food and forced to see a psychologist she would be cranky too. Second was that if the creature ever did escape, she wanted to be on its good side. And the third was that she could visibly see the effects of starvation on the poor thing. She stopped at the barracks, and wrote down a note.

Hope you like the meal, it was the best I could find on short notice. I'm sorry you're kept penned up like this.
Sincerely,
Raven Heart

She knew full well the possibility that this could ruin her career as a guard, but staying with the griffons for so long gave her a large amount of respect for creatures of power like the one she was guarding. She placed the dead rabbit slightly under its bed, so that the creature would be able to grab the it with its claws, but the small animal itself was obscured from view. She sat on its bed and waited for five thirty. The bed itself was lumpy and uncomfortable. At first she was slightly jealous that the supposedly violent creature got such a nice room, but, as she found out, the room wasn't as comfortable as it seemed. The bed was lumpy, the carpet was dirty, the chair had a flat seat and no cushion, even the books for it to read were all children's books. She supposed that was okay though, since she had never seen him read. She sat there until five thirty, which was when the session ended, and everything she noticed somehow made her feel worse for the creature.

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As you walked back in shackles, you smelled something. Could it be? You keep a straight face and comply, until the shackles come off, the door closes, and the guard looks away. After all that happens you sweep your foot under the bed and see a holy grail for you. A rabbit with a piece of paper stuck to it. Sadly you could only half read, and therefore couldn't understand most of the words. Mainly you saw, meal, sorry, penned up, and Raven Heart. You understood what she meant by the note, and decided to thank her later. You shred the rabbit inside your mouth and swallow the pieces of meat. You could feel your strength start to return to you almost immediately, and walk over to the door.

"I would hug you, but I'm afraid I would crush you." You say quietly.

You weren't used to thanking things, and weren't even sure she heard it, but it was good enough for you. And as you walked over to your bed to take a nap, a small smile crept across the guards lips knowing that she did something that truly helped the poor creature.

Author's Note

Sorry if the relationship went too fast, I wanted to get the reason why it happened out of the way. All constructive criticism and compliments are accepted.