Chapter 3 - Of Pink and Poisons
"Sorry for frightening you all" I said to the ponies as I sighed "I had to go through hell back home and seeing someone else get hurt nearby while I had an obvious chance to save them for once, I lost it. Please accept my apologies."
The 5 ponies seemed to have calmed down at my sudden mellowness. I tossed aside the club and began walking towards the ponies, but as I began doing so, they began quivering again."Am I really that scary? Or was my species supposed to be killing machines?"
The yellow... pegasus?! Stepped forward and began glaring at me. It felt like my soul was being torn from me along with my free will, but with all of the times I've stared down death himself, I was able to glare back with a fierce growl that said 'You shall not pass!'. With that, she seemed to shrink down in even more terror than the others.
This time the pink one stood up. "Girls, why cant you see that he's not a big mean meany pants? He saved us from those evil diamond dogs!"
"But Pinkie, he killed them! Even they didn't deserve that!" The lavender unicorn reasoned. "And if you noticed, he didn't even seem sad about doing so!"
"I didn't look sad because I've been killed many times before. How? They brought me back to life so that they can do it again! I went through this for four years until I got out of that deathtrap. And I still want to make my brother suffer for putting me in there." By now the scar on my arm was glowing and emitting physical energy waves.
Their faces were ones of shock and concern "How could anypony do that?!" the lavender pony mindlessly asked.
"Because. They simply didn't give a fuck! If they didn't, I would not have these scars under my eyes. It's because of them that my lower field of vision is hampered. It's because of them that I had to stay in that hell hole for another fucking year!"
My dragon scar was now searing and producing small flames. I didn't know why, I didn't notice, but I did know that I wanted to kill someone.
"Ummm, Drake? What's with your scar?" Roxy inquired. Finally joining the conversation.
This is when I noticed my scar acting up. "OHHELLNOWHATSGOINGON!?" Was all I could intelligently blurt before I dove into a nearby pond. When I climbed out is when I got a good look at myself. I was about the size of maybe a regular tiger but probably a bit bigger. I had a dragon-like head but I had a tiger-like muzzle. I had horns protruding from the back of my head and curling towards the front of my head. I also had large, Sabre Toothed Tiger-like fangs. My body was scaled and has fur stripes along the bottom of my tail and on my torso, there was also a stripe under my eyes where my scars should be. Along the top of my tail, the back of my legs, and the base of my horns, I had darker, thicker scales.
I had a look of surprise on my face and my initial thoughts were 'A little shocking, but for what I am, I'd say that I look good. Not that I didn't look good as a human... man I'll miss that body, that is if this isn't just a coma dream or I'm dead.'
"You okay Drake?" I was snapped back to reality when Roxy spoke up. "Yeah, just a little shaken by how I look is all" I stated answering her question. Now that I think about it, she seemed a little overly concerned.
I looked back to see Roxy with a mix of a confused and worried look on her face, and the ponies calmed down a small bit. I walked up to them and sighed. "I can guess that you bunch are a tiny bit lost. May I offer service in your return home?" 'I may have never been a happy guy, but that doesn't mean I was never a nice one'.
"That would be nice. But do you promise not to harm anypony else?" Twilight was pushing this, but I may have already found a loophole in that sentence... Yep!
"But of course! I promise not to harm anypony that manages to walk into my path." I gave the smuggest grin as I held my head high. I was being honest, but of course I hoped no one saw that grin. But Mason would be proud!
"Wait!" Roxy shouted as we began to depart. "You don't know the land as well as I do. I think I should tag along so you don't get lost, I mean, so we as a group don't get lost." She smiled nervous at her slip up. She obviously didn't give a shit about the ponies. But I think she had something for me... weird. I'll go with this for a while.
"You're right," I said picking up my mace "We'd get lost instantly without a guide. Then we'd probably end up comically walking around in circles for an hour, before you came out to save us when we began yelling for help... yeah that sounds reasonable." Everybody looked at me with the most confused faces. "What? You all know it's true." With that, we all set out into the rocky plateaus.
************************************************************3 Hours later*************************************************************
We were close to the borders of both Equestria, and Gem Fido, I felt as if I were being watched though. "Who's there!" I shouted, noticing a convenient rustle in one of the bushes. "Come on out NOW! Or face the spiked wrath of Dullmure!" I shouted once again. I had named my club while we were walking. He're is what I found out though:
My new club was not there on accident. Roxy's family had been growing and shaping that stalagmite for years upon years, up until now. I also found out that the spikes are made out of a nearly unforgeable substance called omnichronite (om-nick-row-night).
The rustling in the bush spiked as a group of ironclad purple ponies with purple-black armor and bat wings stepped out of the bush (By now it was nighttime). "Halt! By order of Princess Luna, I order you to identify yourself and hoof over your slaves, dragon!" Spat the head horse. 'Heh, head horse. But wow were these guy's racist! Now I wish to vocalize this.'
"For one, we, being me and my friend here, are not dragons. We are drakes. A proud, more sophisticated and advanced race than those pigheaded dragons! Second off, these six ponies, and dragon, are not slaves. We rescued them from a pack of diamond dog slavers when they ran into our village. Third off... You really are a bunch of stereotypical, racist bastards aren't you?" I spat every word of those sentences, but as soon as I did the ironclad ponies took a battle stance, which in my experience, was very unbalanced and unpracticed. They literally looked as if a gust of wind would knock them over.
"By order of Princess Luna, at any sign of retaliation, we are to subdue and capture your group at all costs!" Damn these guys are stubborn and might I add, stupid. Besides that, how in the hell did they plan to capture a rare and elusive (And not to mention dangerous) Tiger Drake, as myself? I entered my own, more sturdy stance, not drawing my weapon because I'm not planning on killing them, and got ready to subdue my own subjects...
Hey guys, sorry for the lack of update. School just started and I've been going through the usual things: Learn, eat, get picked on, go home... Anyways, look forward to a new extra chapter tomorrow, or should I say later today, counting that it's almost 1:00 while I'm uploading this. Please post comment questions bellow to help me with my new ask drake and mason story (So ask them questions about the story and their lives, not me). And as always, have a good night dragons and drakes!