Van Helsing stood at the edge of the yellow Pegasus backyard, waiting for her to calm down enough to speak legibly. The mare spent the next few minutes sobbing uncontrollably. Eventually, she stopped sobbing enough to speak. "I'm sorry you had to see that mister," she said, wiping a hoof against her teary eyes.
"Miss, can you tell me your name and what happened here?" Van Helsing asked softly. It didn't matter that the only creatures that died here were chickens, this mare obviously cared immensely for them, and their deaths pained her as much as a pony's death would. To Van Helsing those were merely chickens, but to this mare they were much more and that was all that mattered.
"O-okay. I'm Fluttershy. And it happened early in the morning. Before the sun had begun to rise, I was awoken by a sound I had never heard before. I heard the chickens in distress. I walked over to a window and peered outside. What I saw terrified me. A creature with silver fur covering almost all of its body was e-eating the chickens. I rushed down outside, but by that time the thing was gone. And so were the chickens.
Charcoal watched dozens of ponies enjoying a meal at some restaurant. His stomach growled at the sight. No money, no home to return to, and no friends nor family to be with. He raised his head and sniffed the air. No scents he recognized. Good. Now he just needed to find a way out of this town. He could always just walk out of the town, that's how he usually left a town, but he decided to try and find a different way first. The train was out of the question, no sane pony would let an unsupervised colt on a train set to leave town. Besides, he had no money to buy a ticket with. He sat thinking of some way to leave town. But all of them had some obstacle he couldn't get past.
A chipper laughter broke Charcoal out of his thinking. He looked around and found a filly to be the source of the sound. She was with her parents; he could tell from their similar scents. The filly looked happy and so did her parents. Charcoal's ears drooped, he remembered his parents. He remembered the town that betrayed them. Worst of all, he remembered what he did to the town the following blue moon. He shook his head. He had promised he'd never look back on that night. Charcoal smelled the air, there was a pleasant smell about. His tail swung in the air a bit and he stood up. He licked his teeth, it was a good smell. Mmmh, food. Charcoal followed the smell and found its source. A cart of apple delectable. His tail wagged even more at the sight of freshly backed, he didn't know what, but they smelled good. He walked closer to the cart and sniffed the air. The scents made him stop in his tracks. Another scent he recognized. He looked around the cart and saw an orange earth mare wearing a Stetson hat.
Charcoal's stomach growled. "Why do these things happen to me?" he muttered to himself.