I walked through the night, shivering as it penetrated my bones. I looked back at the very reason i was out here.
My wings stared back at me. Yes I was a Pegasus but unlike every other Pegasus, I had bat's wings. They were red, large, and twice my body size. Because of this I was the first one in my class to fly, everypony in my class shunned me. They claimed I was spooky. I squeezed them to my body to dispel some of the cold and kept walking.
Ever since I was little ponies have shunned me. Was it because of my beautiful emerald mane? No. Was it because of my azure blue snake eyes? .....Yes but that's not the point. The reason everypony was so scared of me as because I had Bat's wings. Strange huh? Yeah I know.
[sigh] I'm talking to myself again.
I think it went well. My father kicked me out for the 7 time, claiming that I was a monster. We always get back together after a while. We always do and do you know why? Because I remind him of his wife.
I never knew my mother, she died while giving birth to me. That left me and my father. He always came looking for me after he got drunk. Claiming that I meant oh so much to him. Like hay I do.
And here I am... still talking to myself.
I shuddered as I pulled my wings closer. Good news was that I was getting used to the cold. I felt a thrill pass through my spine as I saw shapes in the horizon. It was pitch black but......I'm sort of nocturnal, I can see things even though it's dark out. Hay the moon and stars could go out and I'd still be able to see Canterlot a mile away.
.........And I'm still talking to myself. I sighed out of relief and exhaustion, the town was getting closer and closer. Soon I was making my way through the deserted town square. I practically screamed in relief when I saw a bench. I ran to it and leapt up on it, making sure my wings weren't underneath me. Soon I was in my perfect position. I let the sleep plaguing the back of my mind finally overcome me.
Scootaloo couldn't sleep. For one, she had gotten kicked out of the tree she was in on account of an angry owl. She grumbled obscenities at the offending creature as she made her way across the Promenade. Suddenly she saw a strange sight. Sprawled out on a bench was what appeared to be a colt her age. He had a beautiful green mane that had a bit of dirt on it.
Must be newly homeless. She said trotting up to the strange colt. He was sleeping on her bench, the one she always kept as a back up plan if the tree was taken. She shrugged.
Eh, free heater.
She thought, jumping up and next to the colt, she settled down after padding the cold wood for a little bit. She sighed a little, the stallion moved as she closed her eyes. She felt him move and encompass them in his wings. Sleep evaded her for while so she focused on his heartbeat, it was a powerful rhythmic beating. Two note and beautiful. She listened to it for a while before feeling the ever elusive sleep shrouding her thoughts. The last thought running through her head was,