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Not gonna let this day go by,

I’m gonna save this wasted life,

and nothing can stand in my way.

Zor was a human of little words.

None of his fellow species could describe him as ‘normal’, or even select any choice of words close to that simple word. Was it because Zor was incredibly awkward when it came to socializing and living, at least in the opinions of all of the people who loathed him? Was it because he always kept to himself, in the little privacy that he had, raising suspicions day after day?

The truth was there was so many things wrong with him, according to his own judgment, and derived from that was an obvious sense of insecurity and fear.

“Another early night for me...” he started.  Zor lay in his bed, pondering and sorting his thoughts as per usual. Analyzing his own life, dissecting every single event that he felt he should have was a method he used to consider his next actions he should take, and physically.

”Today was hell, it really was.” He began to think as a sort of alter ego for himself. I mean, it’s obvious my life is going nowhere. I can’t seem to focus on anything properly without...someone else...”

Zor was talking about something- No. Someone everyone needed.

A soulmate; a lover, whether they be meaningless or not, everyone needed someone special in their lives. However, everyone Zor knew in his life, his entire life.

They have had this ‘someone special’, someone who really loved them, and Zor knew this for a fact, as he had studied every little fact about love, driven by his curiosity, hence brought about by his lack of receiving such a feeling.

”I don’t get it. I’m just as normal as everyone else...” He began to speak aloud now, as his intense emotions were once again building up inside of him; a normal occurrence for him, on a daily basis in fact. “Why should I be denied such an apparently common feeling?”

The honest truth was, Zor was pathetic. He had no life.

Every day he would stay cooped up in the (miraculously) inherited home that once belonged to his father. And in his home every day, he would always have his nose in a book, studying, as it was yet another method of keeping himself mentally sane. He would prove to his kind that he would be someone someday; and he would finally earn what he has always wanted his entire life.

Zor, in his early adventures of life, was deprived of everything that a parent should give their child without even thinking about it.

He was deprived of their own love for him. They didn’t love him... They would always abandon him, even if he was keeping to himself, entreating himself to one of the early methods of concentration that he still followed in the current day. And when they actually acknowledged his desperate cries for love and attention, love and affection, he would be punished for pleading for his unobligated returned favor from his parents...

His memory of back then was extremely vague. He could not recall, nor did he want to do so.

Later on in his life, as an older child; a ‘kid’, his cruel parents grew tired of his presence, and decided to leave him once and for all by attempting to throw him out to some type of ‘obedience school’, with no apparent reason for doing so, other than being exhausted by the fact that their mistake of a child was still breathing. But when he refused; when he stood up for himself for the first time, his father, his own father...shot him, and then left the scene just as easy as he killed his child.

Luckily, and miraculously, Zor survived the extremely close range of fire. His father had mistakenly used a children’s play firearm, however modified to stun or, if used correctly, kill. Zor’s parents were gone, but instead of exerting an overwhelming happiness that should have existed, he mourned for days on end.

Despite his troubled past, he actually cared for and loved his parents. His mother was never there to kiss him and tell him that she loved him, and his father hated his guts and wanted him dead, but Zor insisted on loving them nevertheless.

Later, that year, he heard about a schooling program being hosted by an adult who ‘loved everyone’. He attempted to attend this lecture, but he was automatically rejected because he had no parents to supervise him.

Zor was lucky enough to come across a member of the audience for this great opportunity. However, this person forced him away, telling him that the person in charge of the entire program was a pedophile.

Zor didn’t know that word at his young age, nor did he know how it applied to this seemingly amazing person, but he abandoned yet another apparent opportunity to grow and thrive, something he was already tardy on doing as he was rapidly approaching his teenage years.

Once again, he tried to provide himself one of the true pleasures of life, knowledge. And yet...he was denied.

In essence, Zor’s entire life was filled with sick, twisted combinations of events and feelings; acts and outros.

All of what transpired had twisted Zor into a pathetic, yearning, and desperate individual, as he would always be, an ‘individual’.

He could never find his place in the world; his emotions were always overflowing, spreading out into the world as he tried to find his special someone, so he could finally be able to live a proper ‘normal’ life.

But he wasn’t able to find his match, solely because of what his horrid past has turned him into. Instead of being accepted for who he was, which every member of his species had done to every other member, he was shunned from the company of another human being, regardless of gender.

He was not ‘normal’ as everyone else was, which provided them a target to release their inner hatred and jealousy, among other violent emotions, upon.

No one loved Zor...

Not enough to say goodbye,

burn it till there’s nothing left:

I’m drowning in the mess that I have made...

“All I do is give and give and give love, and all I get is either nothing, or a mental beating by everyone here.” Zor was now writing in his journal; a personal tablet to vent his overly powerful feelings in the form of words. He also had his loyal pony stuffed doll next to him: it helped him gather and concentrate his thoughts, as it was needed, he felt.

“My extremely awkward past has turned me into who I am, and I’m not a freak because I concentrate on my work.” He referred to his ‘work’; tales that he himself has written. Stories about death, tragedy and love were a favorite of his, considering his anger towards the world, as well as his endless wanting for the most important, and most desired feeling of all.

Love.

Is it so hard for you?

‘Cause it’s so hard for me.

”I’m a freak because of my past and I won’t tell you again.” Zor could not delve into his past any longer. What it had turned him into; all of it, he couldn't take it anymore.

“And that’s why...” He finally broke down. Zor had anticipated this moment of realization.

”That’s why I’m leaving...” He knew what he had to do. As he concluded years before this realization, his life was going to be a dull existence filled with endless wanting. He could look at what he wanted, but he couldn’t touch it; receive it.

”No one will ever find this, and if anyone happens to, no one will care...”

Zor was going to kill himself, ending his nothing but miserable existence.

All because he wasn't wanted in the world. What a tragedy, but it was another story he would tell to the world, and that was all he ever wanted. To tell the world something, but Zor was certain that the world wouldn’t learn his lesson.

And with that final overview, he rose from his decayed seat, threw on some simple clothes and quickly headed for the outside door. He turned the knob, but before he opened the door, he took one last look around his ‘home’.

No matter how he was feeling, he always kept his personal space clean and free from clutter. His ‘space’ was nothing more than a pile of random sheets and blankets piled upon each other, signifying the way he lived his early life as a mere pet. Books scattered and misplaced on the floor beside it, with various writing utensils discarded as they were exhausted of their resources.

His room was no bigger than an average garage, but although he made it a home; a sanctuary for him, he could not find any point in continuing his existence It’s existence.

His entire house was empty, and nothing would make him happier than to leave it all. Without hesitation, he turned the handle on the door, and felt the gentle breeze of the night...

To believe that what we dreamed

could ever come to life again...

The night sky surrounded him, launching Zor’s horrible memories at him yet again. He started to walk forward.

Zor approached the edge of the path to walk upon, and all he could do was look down.

His home was not on Earth, no. It was not on any solid ground whatsoever. As far as his race, humans were concerned, there was no such thing as an Earth.

Zor, along with the rest of the only living race as far as he himself was concerned, human were the only living species. Considering this, as well as whom he had become; what he had become, Zor gazed down into the depths...and just cried.

Humanity shared its right for life atop the clouds, high above the fabled ‘surface’; the land below that only spiritualists spoke of. All that lied below were unsupported clouds, all that waited was death.

No one had ever dared to venture off into the unknown that was the abyss, and no one could prove the ‘surfaces’ existence hence that fact. But what is thought to be by all of the shamans and spiritualists... It was a whole new land populated by many violent creatures that threatened to erase humanity if they were to learn of the species. Sweep the heavens and scourge the clouds, they would.

But the thing about heaven... Heaven is supposed to be a sanctuary, it’s supposed to be a place where you could live in an alternate life, fear and worry-free.

But this place was no heaven, despite it being in the clouds. It was anything but a heaven. This was hell.

There was no love; it was all a fake and meaningless word that Zor had always cherished. Everyone hated each other to their target’s core. Jealousy, hate and resentment were among the main emotions one person would violently share with another one of their kind.

All of these thoughts were analyzed throughout Zor’s mind. And as he was doing this, he was certain that no one would be outside at the current hour, unable to witness what he was about to do.

“I’m going.” He finally resolved his inner debate even further. Instead of just leaving his home in the clouds, he was going to keep the promise that he had made to everyone who had ever shared their monotonous feelings with him.

With that brief resolve, he pulled a small pouch from the inside of his jacket, and scraped it against his arm, just once. A flame immediately produced from the friction and blew in the night air, keeping its flame lit. He turned around and threw it at towards his house, his memories. His torturous story.

‘Cause I cannot erase this lie.

It ignited without hesitation. He watched as his only memories, though negative as they were burned away with the seemingly high wind.

But...Zor couldn’t take his eyes off of the bright lights as easily as he thought he could while he still pondered the idea. His long hair blew the left of his head, and so did the smoke from the burning material.

He suddenly searched his pockets for something. Something important...

In his rear right pocket, he slowly unraveled an old photograph from his childhood years, when his parents were still alive.

This photograph was proof; proof that his mother, at least, attempted to care for her child. There was an image of a crawling baby Zor, wearing nothing as his mother lay next to him, admiring his exploration underneath the kitchen table.

But something was incredibly odd about her position in the picture. The knife was entirely red, and so was his mother, or at least what was visible of her.

He must have murdered her. His father’s feet were also visible by deciphering the old photograph even further. He stood next to Zor. And beside his left foot was a kitchen knife that lay on the floor, with Zor heading towards it.

Zor had gotten one of his small hands on its handle. That was the image portrayed on the legible sheet. But the picture had to have been taken somehow. When Zor took it upon himself to investigate the cause, he looked back up at the vibrant flames, scanned it, and then turned the photo around.

Written was a message in red ink, theoretically symbolized to resemble blood:

”Zor...” it started out with his own name.

”This is your father, giving you the perfect example of what a man should be in a world like this. You see your mother there? I put her out of her misery, that’s all I did.” He turned the photo around once again, looked at the image of his mother for a few seconds, phased not one bit at the message. He then switched sides and continued the message.

I’m only being hard on you for your own good Zante.” There was no more room for words, and instead, the last few words trailed off with a quick diagonal slash of blood staining the rest of the words.

Zor couldn’t believe that his father had done such a thing ‘to teach his son how to be what a man should be’. He didn’t want to be evil, he didn’t want to hate, or kill, or loathe... He was a lover boy, literally. He gave everyone the love that they didn’t deserve, but in return he was rejected in the harshest way imaginable. Zor was also surprised that his father had used his real name; the one that his mother gave him. But why would his father use it if he hated his wife anyway?

Enough. Zor grew frustrated upon delving into the reason. He proceeded to flick the photograph into the distant collection of mature embers.

“Fuck you, dad!” he yelled out in anger, hearing himself echo throughout the night.

“Fuck you!” he continued. “Fuck you ALL!!” Now Zor was screaming. It was against the law to commit arson, ever to the owner’s own property, but he wasn’t scared anymore.

Zor was finally making a stand. He wasn’t going to be pushed around anymore. All the hate he had taken from everyone else all these years gave him the strength to do this. He was going to follow through with what he had resolved.

He was going to commit suicide...

After deciding his fate, he abandoned the flickering orange sight and started to walk backward, immediately losing his footing as he took one final step...

His thoughts plagued him. He was thinking too fast for his body to follow; yet another personal issue he possesses.

The night was now even older than he remembered it only an hour ago, when he looked out of his bedroom window. Now, he would give his message...

“What’s the matter?! Not gonna stop me??” He was screaming again. “You’re all cowards, not to stand up to me now as you always have!” He gazed at the stars while doing this, almost pleading to the stars themselves.

“ALL OF YOU KNOW THAT I’M YOUR SAVIOR...YET YOU NEVER AKNWOLEDGED THE FACT THAT I’M DIFFERENT FROM ALL OF YOU!!”

He continued proving his role to his not so related race, feeling ounces better about himself as he finished each meaningful sentence.

But then, as he noticed a strange formation of stars in the higher sky. He saw something rapidly traveling downward from the center of that particular collection of stars...

It’s too late to change your mind,

Even though this fragile world

is tearing apart at the seams.

We can’t wash these sins away,

this sinking feeling, everyday:

I’m waking up in someone else’s life...

“What?” The falling object appealed to Zor with its bright hues. From his point of view, the object looked like a falling, punctured balloon.  “The hell?”

He ceased his plead for understanding and approached in the distant direction of the wonder. Again, no other person was to be seen at this hour, despite the scene that Zor had created.

“Everypony will be better off knowing that I’m dead...” Zor suddenly heard a voice coming from the object’s general direction. But...this couldn’t be any material item if it spoke with such...

Such sorrow...

Is it so hard for you?

‘Cause it’s so hard for me.

To believe that what we’ve dreamed

could ever come to life again...

“You’ll all be better off without me.” This...person continued to speak various sorrowful statements as Zor inevitably started to run in his now desired direction. This strange person, as they descended, seemed to have gained more speed, according to Zor’s vision.

He had finally come nearing the end of the fluffy platform as the person dropped down at thousands of miles per minute.

Except, this being, Zor noticed upon the shape of the head, wasn’t human...

“Are you kidding me?!” He knew what this being was. “You’re real...”

It was a mythical being with the name ‘pony’. These things were supposed to be the inhabitants of the surface; the things that would destroy all of mankind. But this one... It clearly had a different agenda.

Zor adored everything about these fabled creatures. Their anatomy, their way of living, their ability to speak! He was certainly glad he kept to himself and studied after all.

But he knew something was wrong with this one. It wasn’t supposed to act this way...

‘Cause I cannot erase this lie.

Suddenly, Zor found himself running; ready to jump off his homeland and rescue the pony, as he had figured out what it was trying to do. It spoke it itself.

Everypony will better off knowing that I’m dead...”

This incredible being was going to end its own life, but with everything Zor had just recently discovered, he suddenly had a new reason for living. He wanted to save this pony’s life, and soon learn everything about them. He wanted to be the only human to ever see these creatures in person, and he already has done both of these things, driving him to complete this action.

Once he gained enough speed on his feet, he leaped off the edge and followed the pony from above, as it had surpassed his low altitude.

“I’m coming for you!” As he fell, he straightened his body’s position in order to gain a greater velocity to travel down to the magnificent creature.

“What?!” The pony spoke in a feminine voice, telling Zor that it was a female, though he had guessed as such as her mane and tail blew through his face. “A human?! Get away from me!” she didn’t fight, considering the situation.

He was traveling absurdly fast, without fear of the possibility of death.

“Hey!” yelled Zor. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” He was now face to face with the mare, except for the fact that she had her eyes closed; previous tears blowing off of her face as she plummeted forever downward.

“Get AWAY from me! I’m not gonna be convinced to keep my miserable existence by anypony, ESPECIALLY a human!”

“LISTEN TO ME! I’M NOT GOING TO LET YOU DIE! I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET AN ACTUAL PONY IN PERSON! BUT...” he paused, keeping that idea in mind. “BUT WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO KILL YOURSELF??!”

“WHAT’S IT TO YOU? YOU’RE A HUMAN, YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING BUT YOURSELF!!”

“IF I DIDN’T CARE, WHY WOULD I BEING RISKING MY LIFE FOR YOU?!” Zor had never dealt with anyone in this kind of situation before, but, even already, his heart was speaking for him.

This was love at first sight...

“WHY WOULD I HAVE SACRIFICED MY OWN COMFORT AND COME TO TRY TO SAVE YOU?” continued Zor as he was speaking through his heart now.

“I...I don’t know!” Just then, when this mare was beginning to soften up, Zor came close enough to her to engage in an embrace. He cradled her body close to his, wrapping his arms around her back.

“What...?”

This mare was puzzled. Her theory of humans was no different than mankind’s theory on ponies. She assumed that they were all ruthless, selfish cannibals, among other descriptions. But this one...

This human, Zor. He was her guardian angel.

The water’s rising around us.

There is no other way down.

All of a sudden, Zor, embracing the pony as he cared so much for her already, felt something slash his cheek. This pony was no ordinary pony.

She was a Pegasus, an even deeper fabled creature to humans. She spread out her wings as an attempt to slow down their fall.

“You...YOU’RE DIFFERENT.” she admitted. “I THOUGHT ALL HUMANS WERE EVIL, THOUGH!”

I only have myself to blame

Zor was far more than thrilled that the mare was finally coming around to self-forgiveness. He chuckled a bit at her assumption. “FUNNY THING, I’M THE ONLY ONE THAT CARES.” He sunk her head in her shoulders, brushing up against her own. “SERIOUSLY, YOU CAN’T SAY THAT WE’RE ALL EVIL. I WAS GOING TO KILL MYSELF JUST ABOUT AN HOUR AGO, BUT THEN-

BUT THEN I SAW YOU TRYING TO END YOUR OWN LIFE, AND I WON’T LET SUCH A MAGNIFISCENT CREATURE DIE!!”

“...” The pegasi didn’t say anything for a while. Zor heard her sniffle through her nose, though. She then pulled Zor closer to herself when she tightly cradled him.

“You mean it?” The two were close enough to each other to hear themselves without any trouble. “But you don’t even know me!”

Zor just cried and promised her.

“True, but I can get to know you...”

The two looked downwards, or in their case, upwards. There was something that looked like a green cloud in Zor’s observation.

“Oh, no...” The Everfree Forest... We’re gonna die!”

Before Zor could even think of what this mare meant by the foreign word ‘forest’, they plunged into the greenery, blazing through the thousand-foot trees and screaming as the empty forest mimicked their pain. And, as an estimate of time, Zor moved beneath the beautiful mare right before he felt as if they were going to die.

They held each other closer than ever before they came into contact with...

Earth.

For it all...

The two lay defenseless, out in the middle of the Everfree Forest: a place filled with collected areas of thick, threatening trees and dangerous creatures lurking around every corner. But with the fall that Zor and the mare had taken, no monsters would dare venture into the according area of the forest.

Even the monsters were scared of Zor upon looking at what was distant visible of him.

The mysterious mare awoke with her head laid next to Zor’s. Her first sight was his devastated body lying next to hers. It startled her, causing her to quickly spring up to her hooves.

“You...” she felt sorrow...for the first time in her life. “You didn’t have to do this.”

For a moment, she started to develop in single tear in her left eye, but reconciled it as Zor suddenly showed signs of vitality.

“...” Zor was breathing very hard at this point as he turned his head, viewing his surroundings.

“Hey. It’s okay...”

Where was he? How did he survive the fall? He didn’t remember much from before, but he was on solid land now, and the drastic difference between land and clouds brought about a frightening change for Zor.

He was injured to an incredible extent, however. As much as he wanted to run from his surroundings, being live, he could not.

“Where am I?” Zor asked nervously.

The mare walked a few steps toward him and kneeled down to meet his face again. She was a pony of no bodily color, white. Her hair, however, was a bright yellow color, streaks similar to the wind's scissors cutting through her beautiful mane and tail.

“Wow, I guess you’ve never heard of a forest before.” she kid. “This is this Everfree forest, and- She cared for him, a human. She really did, but...she wasn’t the best at expressing it through words.

“Eva...Ever?” Zor muttered as he tried to regain his sense of audible cognation, trying to make out what the mare was telling him.

“No, silly... Well, you had it right the first time, but that’s my name. Eva, or at least, that’s what most ponies call me!” She was truly a stranger when it came to being empathetic. Realizing this, she simply lent her hoof for him to take. He felt it as she tapped his waist with the tip of her leg, getting his attention once more.

Luckily, Zor was able to retract his arm and extend his hand to grab her hoof, slowly and painfully flexing his fingers around her as she struggled to pull his weight, as she had applied the most effort.

“Mmmpphff...” She pulled him up, trying to delicately do so as she feared for his life. His body was damaged in an extremely awkward way...

“Ouuugh... Mmmppfffhh...” Zor’s vertebrae was creaking in all regions.

CRACK!!

“AAAAAUUHH!” Zor screamed in agony as his back completely split into two pieces. He squeezed Eva’s leg instead of her hoof as he processed the physical hell he had brought about to himself.

But the thing was, he didn’t care all too much, considering the alternative...

He was in love, and the beauty of it was simply that he couldn’t explain it.

“OH MY GOD!!” Eva immediately shoved her hoof underneath Zor’s lower back; the least fractured region. “PLEASE tell me you’re okay...!“

Zor just took a deep breath. “Eva, is it? I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

Eva stretched her other leg over Zor’s body while keeping her previous appendage underneath him. Both Zor and Eva were aware of the awkward position they had taken.

“I’m sorry!” cried Eva.

“You don’t need to be.”

“I wish I would’ve just gone ahead and died...”

“No you don’t... I don’t.”

“What?” Eva was so puzzled as to why Zor did not hate her, after what had happened to him both before and after he had awoken. “But why did you save me? You could be dead right now! You...should be dead right now.”

Another confused emotion from her.

All Zor did was just answer with complete grace, as what he said was the honest truth. “I did it because no one should just go ahead and decide that they’re too weak to give life a chance...

...That is your story, right?” Zor concluded as a question.

“Actually, it is kinda, yeah. How’d you know?” Eva stared at him in some sort of awe when he seemed to have read her mind.

“I knew for a fact because-

That was my reason for leaping after you, too.”

An eerie air of darkness soon approached soon after Eva questioned Zor of the truth...

“I wanted to die, as I served no purpose to my kind. All they knew how to do was hate...”

...And the unlikely duo was unaware of the approaching danger.

“Hold on, Zor...” Eva immediately contracted her reflexed to Zor as she stared in the direction behind his head while she continued to support him.

She was growling. Snarling...

Soon after assuming the worst, considering his observation of the dark open forest around him, Zor noticed an uprising shadow approaching Eva from behind. She heard the steps behind her.

“Ever!” he mistakenly cried.

Eva was too late to react. She had been grasped and mounted by a Timberwolf: a terrorizing resident of the similarly described forest. Soon, other members of their pact were made noticeable by their heavy paws marching across nearby mud and twigs.

“What do you think you’re doing, little pony?” the Timberwolf spoke. “Trying to steal our prey from us?”

“You...let her go...” Zor was needed to support himself now, taking away most of his ability to speak fluently.  “N-NOW!”

Some of the other members came into Zor’s view, surrounding, both him, and Eva. “So our food can talk, huh? Then maybe you can tell us if you’re EXPIRED!” The beast spat at Zor.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

A fellow Timberwolf threateningly approached Zor and snarled at him, its corrosive saliva leaking onto the leaves beside him, completely overthrowing their entire structure.

“Shut up!” The Timberwolf slashed Zor with its claws, causing Eva to beg the beast to stop as she could not see him anymore. Soon, the attacker retreated from his sight, which was becoming weak.

However, while physically exhausted, Zor’s spirit grew as he further acknowledged the dire situation.

“No...” While Zor’s spirit was strangely rising, Eva’s was far beyond recovery. She was helpless; suddenly surrounded by predators, all giving her threatening looks. “You sick bastards!”

Zor watched in extreme anger as one of the circling predators pounded her with a heavy swing of its right foreleg.

“I’m sorry... I couldn’t protect you, as you did me...” Eva mourned as if Zor had died, but, to her surprise, he was sending out some kind of sense that only she could detect, upon unhappily awaiting her disgusting punishment from the group of Timberwolves. She was supporting his broken back, even still.

But then, as Eva felt more and more bodies against her backside, she also felt them release her.

“Hey!” called one. “What’s...going on?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” screamed another.

Eva was the only one who stood her ground when the beasts were thrown deep into the Everfree by an immaterialized force. She quickly assumed, that deep down...

Her guardian angel, Zor, had saved her life a second time.

'Cause I cannot erase this lie.

Eva opened her eyes as the bright white flash subsided. She was still alive, in the same position she was in before, only without the threat of the Timberwolves.

“Are you alright...angel?” She saw that Zor was still alive; a miracle for her. She felt something for him, she really did.

Eva reconciled her leg from underneath Zor as he was now in management of his body again. He quickly sat up and hugged his ‘friend’.

“And their hate...gives me strength.” He followed up his previous statement, before they were attacked.

“I understand...” Zor’s heart melted as Eva also participated in the embrace, laying her head on his shoulder and rubbing his cheek with hers. “You saved my life. Again... But how did I not get thrown away?”

“Because, you know how to love.” He assured her that he felt that very feeling for her.

“I think I love you, Eva.” He finished.

Eva wasn’t used to this feeling.

She rarely felt love for anypony, or anyone at all; whether it be what little friends she had, parents, relatives, anything.

Eva was a murderer. She would lure her victims into her place of employment; a local bakery in a local town in which she live, as well as operated by herself. Her style of murder was slow, painful, and, her favorite part, interactive. She would bind her victims somehow with their appendages spread wide apart. She would then slice them open with a sharp blade of some kind and strip them of their internal organs, normally leaving their heart as the crown jewel of her labor.

The heart, disgustingly enough, would be used as one of the main ingredients in her pastries, preferably her well-known cupcakes line. But the primary ingredient would vary from pastry to pastry.

“But...I’m a murderer. How can you possibly love a murderer?”

“No, murderers can’t love. If you didn’t love me, and I can tell you do since you’re still here, you would still be with those wolves, and we both know you wouldn’t want that.”

She laughed, a little nervously though.  “Yeah... I never asked you what your name is. I wanna do this right.”

“My name’s Zor, at least that’s what everyone calls me.” These two had nicknames in common. “My real name is Zante.” He paused.

“Why do you ask? Well, I mean you have every right to know, since you told me-“

Eva loosened her grip around her savior, pulling her head back, and then moved towards him again. Except... her head was now touching his straight on. The two stared at each other for quite a while, just embracing the moment they shared, alone...

“I love you, Zor...” Eva confessed her difficult and sudden feelings for him, but this time, she had no problems releasing them.

Zor was incredibly happy to be not hated, not liked, but loved him. However, he seemed to be forgetting about his obsession with these quadrupeds, and instead, embraced his feelings for Eva

“I love you-“

Eva kissed him. She stayed in the position for some time, closing her eyes as the feeling simply swept over her like hunger. It was all she could think about! Funny how fast one’s opinions change in the blink of an eye.

Zor also remained motionless during the scene, but to break it, he slowly swung his arms around her again, stroking her beautiful mane after he did.

Five minutes passed before Eva broke the gentle kiss. She kept her hooves on his shoulders from the previous action, but couldn’t find herself to let go of him. She hugged him again, and after another minute of peace and quiet, Zor took it upon himself to unfortunately release her. He quietly laughed.

“I think we’d want to get out of here first before we get to know each other a little more.” He comically convinced of Eva.

“Yeah, I guess we should.” She also laughed, a little louder than he did however. “Can you move?”

“I should be able-“

CRACK!!

No scream of agony this time, as he never felt any pain. “I guess I shouldn’t have done that. Even with all the time we’ve spent here, it still needs time to heal.”

“Want me to carry you to my house?”

“You know what?” He smiled at her, and she sweetly smiled back. “I’m gonna take you up on that offer, Eve. Yes please.” He changed the way he said he name, but neither of them minded.

She put her head underneath Zor as she lay up. She then instructed Zor to hold on to her back, as his was broken, slowly putting itself back together as time passed. Then, together, the two strangers suddenly clicked as they ventured out of the forest.

“So, Zor? When we get to my place, would you like a cupcake?”