TBlue Fang
MLP: FiM
Adventure
Drama
A blue fanged changeling wants to learn about his purpose in life.
Violence
OC
Chrysalis
Changelings
Thorax
Pharynx
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PTSD: Blue Fang · 10:23pm Sep 23rd, 2020

Blue marched behind the soldiers of Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth Platoons, trotting through White Tail Woods. He was writing in his journal.

‘The walls of the trenches are slowly turning to mud. The guards are firing at us from left and right. The sounds of explosions are hitting us from behind. It feels like I’m going to go insane. It’s been two weeks, and we’ve only captured a few feet of ground…

...and it took the capture of 500 soldiers.

It wasn’t even a mile… just a few feet of ground… How long will these battles last? How much more suffering must we endure? How much more violence must take place? What’s the price of a mile?’

—PFC. Blue Fang

He sighed and looked around. The trees were like a maze of wooden sticks, impenetrable. He felt the muddy the ground swallowing his hooves like quicksand. His guard armor wasn’t helping. As he walked, he heard a stick snap. He and the other members of Second Platoon, aka the Fangs, snapped their heads over.

“What was that?” Dagger asked.

“The heck am I supposed to know?” Mantis replied.

The other platoons looked over as well. Something was definitely off, and they knew it. All they could do was wait.

Then, out of nowhere, a magic beam struck Broken square in the face.

“Ah crap! Ambush!” Mitchell called out, raising up and firing. The other Fangs and platoons joined in. The RG’s were surrounding them like a wolf pack.

“Pull back! Pull back!” one of the Captains called out, grabbing the injured soldiers.

Blue fired at one of the guards, dropping them. As he began to fall back, an explosive spell struck near him, knocking him down. He groaned, his vision blurry as he rolled onto his stomach. He noticed the other platoons running off, and he reached a hoof out, before blacking his out.

He awoke a few hours later. He struggled to stand, using a nearby tree to balance. He looked around, his vision readjusting. He didn’t need a map to know he was far behind enemy lines. He sighed and began walking. The sounds of battle rang out all around him. He limped for two hours back to friendly lines. And even then, the Battle of White Tail Woods was only just beginning.

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