Several of the villagers had gathered together at the town hall. All of them with worried looks on their faces. A particularly worried Stallion and Mare were near the front of the group. A stallion approached and placed a torn and blood soaked cloak infront of the pair.
"Is this your daughters?" He had a sympathetic look on his face. The Mare slowly picked up the cloak with her hoof and examined it closely, she then broke into sobs.
"Y-yes... it's... it's my little filly's cloak..." The crowed all wore worried and sympathetic looks. The mayor stepped forward. "We will find whatever did this. Our foals are not safe so long as this killer is on the loose..." The crowed nodded in agreement.
After discussing things a little longer, the crowed dissapated and went back to their respective homes. The Stallion and the Mare sadly returned home. The Mare sobbed throughout the night while the Stallion tried to comfort her, dispite his own broken heart. They eventually fell asleep, both filled with sadness.
Glam awoke. It was nighttime. Time to hunt, time to explore this new place that was full of potential meals. He licked his lips hungrily and peered out of one of the holes in the wall of the abandoned house. The coast was clear.
He crept out of the buidling and kept to the shadows. He could smell so many ponies, so many foals, so much FOOD. His mouth began to water at the thought of another meal as bountiful as the one he had in the swamp.
He walked past several houses, most of them were pitch black inside, all of the ponies inside asleep. He stopped by one imparticular. All the lights were off, save one. He crept around the back of the house and cautiously peered into the window. Two foals were quietly whispering to talking, a candle between them.
"Did you hear? The filly down the street got eaten." The colt shivered. "Can you imagine?" The slightly younger colt sighed sadly. "It's really sad... she was such a nice filly..."
Glam smirked, this was an excellent opportunity. However, he only needed one foal, and both would supply him with pleanty of screams before he had to escape. He'd have to be quick though.
He began to meld with the shadows, and slithered from one to the other until he was under one of the beds, his red eyes glowing ominously in the shadows. One of the colts' eyes went wide. "M-m-m-m-" The other raises his eyebrow. "You okay?" The first pointed his hoof to the bed behind him. He slowly turned his head, only to end up face to face with a set of razor sharp teeth.
Everypony heard the screams. The parents of the colts awoke with a start and hurried to their room. All they found is one of the foals in the fetal position, his eyes wide with fear, shaking uncontrollably, and a trail of blood leading to the window.
"Th-th-the f-foal s-snatcher...." Both parents quickly looked to each other, one scooped up their son and they ran out of the house. Many of the locals rushed towards the town hall, fearing for the lives of their foals. The mayor tried to calm the crowed.
"Mares, Stallions, please listen, we've already sent word to capital, but it will be days before help arrives. All we can do is lock our doors and leave the lights on. Stay together as a family, do not sleep alone, do not leave your foals unattended. The only report we have is from a fear stricken foal. But we will do all we can to stop this... "Foal Snatcher" before anymore of our foals are taken from us." The crowed began to murmur worridly before dissapating. Some families staying with their neighbors, hoping that larger numbers would deter the so called "Foal Snatcher".
Meanwhile, in the abandoned house, the "Foal Snatcher" was ripping the flesh from the bones of his kill. He tore into the flesh hungrily, savoring every mouthful. He had heard most of what the mayor had said.
"Foal Snatcher, eh? I think I like the sound of that..." He snickered then went back to devouring the dead colt. This village may be more entertaining than he thought.