And So It Goes

Elegost and Parix felt strange to say the very least. They had just mentally raped, branded, and kicked a strange xeno family man into a vat of heretic's blood, all because it somehow felt... right, as though it was a step on the road to success. That, and being able to utterly destroy everything that obnoxious thing was, must have been the most wonderful feeling they had experienced in ages.

Back in reality of corse, the two heroes found themselves in a small village, the likes of which, seemed to scream to the sorcerer that it was ALL flammable. Parix however, had not even this feeling to sate himself, as he looked about the area, He started to grow enraged by the pathetically docile and simple lives of the townspeople, hating them for their stupidity-fueled simplicity, it felt to him as though anybody in this society could be king, because nobody would ever question.

The duo had been wandering for hours now, and eventually came across the six omni-important equine celebrities, who were sitting around a table discussing nothing in particular, until a pink blur came onto the scene, and stared at the two invisible specters as though they were opaque again.

"Pinkie, what are you looking at ?" Asked a purple equine with a book before her, " these guys, hello! Welcome to Pon..." Upon hearing this, Parix detached the over-plating on his facial region, exposing his blind, dead eyes, scars of countless surgeries, entire lack of facial skin, and tubes running down his throat. Needless to say, Pinkie screamed (and Parix chuckled) as she turned pure white, almost vomited, and bellowed an unnatural shriek. She rambled about the newcomers until a twisted scream came from the surprisingly dark forest. Easily becoming the center of attention, the scream drew almost all of the townsfolk to the very edge of the twisted, evil forest. Being near the crowd's front, Elegost and Parix heard snipits of "fillies" whatever the hell those were, and "timberwolves" again, whatever. "Well, this ought to be entertaining brother," said the sorcerer to his metallic friend, "haven't seen a good mauling since Kaurava III." And with this, the two compatriots followed the six heroines into the woods, directed by the screams of the "filly" things.

Unbeknownst to either Parix, Elegost, or anybody for that matter, back at the splendidly evil temple under the mountains, at the pool of blood, the liquid stirred until suddenly, an appendage burst forth.
A five fingered appendage.

Author's Note

Short I know, but I'll update VERY soon. I wouldn't leave you twisting in the wind would I?