Gilda never wanted to go back there, but here she was again. It was that stupid party again! Good ol’ Dash had told her off hard, and all those ponies were giving her that glare. Just like before, she was out of friends.
She was no longer wanted, no longer their problem, and could go off and drop dead for all they cared. Even Rainbow Dash, her best friend, had that same rejecting look. Quite a turnaround from the only pony she considered a friend.
The griffon briefly considered storming off into that roaring blizzard outside the house when a better idea came to mind.
"You know what?!" Gilda yelled at the crowd in a low growl. "I bet you enjoyed putting me through this, thought it was real funny too!" The ponies didn't even blink, still giving her a cold stare. Gilda gave her own as she roared back. "If that's what's funny, I bet this is hilarious!" She then smashed the table next to her. Now they weren't staring, the were furious.
The windows blew in, with a raging wind blowing fiercely, sending the storm into the house. Cold air and snow began filling the party space as the ponies formed a line in front of Dash. They would not let her through, stomping their hooves into the ground, but Gilda didn't care. She charged the line with all her anger.
In her rage, Gilda took some orange pony’s head clean off with a swing of her claws. Despite the surprise of the party ponies, the griffon didn’t flinch. Her next strike was at a white pony, stabbing her right in the gut and then turning to a shocked purple pony and pecking a hole in her skull.
It was fast and vicious, faster than she knew she was able to move.
The only pause she felt was a hard blow to her back as she pulled her beak out. It was that stupid, manipulative pink pony! She and that yellow pegasus. They stood there, battle armed with armor and a pair of bows.
"You're a thorn in my side pink-o!" Gilda shouted as she charged forward, her wings beat the air faster than she knew they could. She was at the pony in an instant.
Before the pink pony could react, she had a claw in her chest bypassing her armor plating. Blood trickled from her mouth as she looked back in shock. Gilda smiled as she tossed the annoyance at the yellow one, the impact was strong enough to pin the pegasus to a tree.
Now it was just her and Dash in those dark snowy woods. Rainbow dash's eyes were wide with shock and terror with some specks of blood on her fur.
"Oh sweet Celestia no..." she said, falling on to her hind knees. Her sobs meant nothing to the griffon.
"This is all your fault," Gilda growled in a low tone as she walked to her next victim.
"Please, I never meant any of this," we’re the broken pegasus' last words as Gilda picked her up by her neck.
"Make them suffer, HURT THEM!" was the shout of a unseen watcher. “It’s all you’re ever good for!” The griffon didn't see any reason to disagree.
She dug her claw into Dash’s leg and wrenched it off, the screams made her smile with delight. Gilda looked at the pain and fear in those eyes, but felt her blood boil to listening to Rainbow’s whimpering.
"I bet you wouldn't care if I had that look, would you? No," Gilda dug her claw into Dash's chest twisting it once she felt the warmth of organs. "You would just call me out again. I know you would!" Another twist. "You wouldn't feel a damn thing if I was in trouble, would you?!" And another twist.
“What...?” the Dash choked weakly. “What...kind of...monster are you?” Despite the pegasus’ strength fading, her eyes glared with some hateful resistance. Gilda’s only response was to smile.
“The coolest!” the griffon replied with a chilling voice. Her voice felt raspy, like her throat was dry and unmoving. She sounded like death and she loved it.
“We’ll...stop...you…” Dash uttered back with a gasp, and looked like she wanted to say more. However, now she’d never betray Gilda again.
Rainbow dash's eyes were now hollow, dead. The griffon pulled out her claw and let the limp pony fall into the snow. Gilda looked at her claws, the blood was icy on them with crimson icicles dangling from her talons. Her only regret was that there was nothing more she could take from Rainbow Dash’s corpse.
She could hear movement from nearby. More ponies were coming for her, to avenge their good friends. She would make them suffer too, but then she saw something. In a frozen lake she saw her reflection, something that caused her to gasp at the sight of it. Her wrath died, much like any sound in her throat.
In the ice of a lake she saw her reflection; her face was all wrong! Her lower beak was missing, as were her eyes. In their place, blue tendrils writhed and squirmed.
“We burn!" Shrieked a piercing voice in her head.
And then she screamed.