White tip awoke with an angry screech. Yesterday was her worse day living with Fluttershy by far.
She had handed her over to the purple demon known as Twilight Sparkle.
Physically White tip wasn’t harmed. Unfortunately, something else would have to be said about her mental state. The entire latter half of yesterday Twilight had run experiments and tests on her to learn more about what exactly White tip was. One experiment in particular had White tip muzzled and chained to a wall so Twilight could try and learn what purpose her feathers had due to her being unable to fly.
From what she understood, she was currently the most dangerous thing alive that’s less than four feet tall. She is able to kill almost anything she want’s if she manages to catch it off guard.
And that included unaware ponies.
White tip looked around Fluttershy’s cabin, other than Frank, most of the animals in the cabin stayed as far away from White tip as possible.
White tip sighed, from what Frank had told her, Twilight would come to check her again. White tip’s claws curled slightly at the thought of her. After all she’s been through her greatest challenge is a purple mammal called Twilight, and she’s an herbivore at that.
‘No,’ she thought, ‘I have not come this far for this.’
White tip walked over to the window. Snow was still falling; abet much less than yesterday and the day before. A squirrel scurried across the snow. White tip’s eyes narrowed like they did when she was hunting her prey. The food Fluttershy has been giving her was dull and tasteless. White tip craved for a real meal. Not some handout, no, she wanted live prey. White tip wanted to toy with her meal before snapping its neck and slicing it in half.
With grim determination in her eyes, White tip slowly backed away from the window. With a loud shriek, she charged at the window full force and landed on the cold snow outside. Shacking she glass off her feathers, White tip ran as fast as her still bandaged legs could carry her in the direction of Ponyville.
As cold as it was outside, White tip felt nothing but the burning feeling of hate for Twilight and the ravenous hunger for prey.
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Fluttershy looked around Ponyville franticly searching for White tip. About an hour ago she noticed that one of her windows were smashed open a trail of footprints lead into town.
Now, normally Fluttershy would be slightly calmer if it wasn’t a carnivore that she knew next to nothing about. Even worse, given what White tip had been through yesterday, who knows what’s going on inside her head.
Fluttershy continued her frantic search until she heard a loud shriek in the distance. Turning to where she thought it might have originated from, Fluttershy ran towards Sweet Apple acres in hopes of finding a mentally unsound White tip.
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Prey. At long last prey. White tip snarled at the orange pony that she was fighting. The orange pony jumped out of the way of White tip’s three inch claw and tried to kick her with one of her hind legs.
It was White tip’s turn to leap back as an even larger red pony burst from the trees and attempted to charge White tip. Shrieking loudly, White tip leapt into the air in the path of the charging red pony and landing on its back.
The red pony started bucking into the air as it tried to shake White tip off its back. White tip however, was used to her previous favourite prey, Protoceratops, trying to shake her off the same way and sunk her five inch sickle toe claw. The red pony made a loud sound that was utterly alien to White tip but she assumed that it was in pain. Gaining confidence that the fight was going her way, White tip moved her jaws towards the neck of the red pony and was about to step it’s neck.
The orange pony made another loud sound and tackled White tip off the red one. Unfortunately, White tips claws were still sunk in the back of the red pony causing a rather large about of it to be torn off along with White tip. Blood splattered across the snow, causing the red pony to collapse onto the ground from the intense pain of having its skin torn off, as White tip turned to the orange pony.
Applejack stared at White tip in a look of pure rage. The small predator had attacked her just moments before. If it weren’t for Big Macintosh it was very likely that she’d be dead right now. Applejack growled slightly as the three foot predator snarled again. The two both stared at each other, waiting for the other to back down leaving the open to attack. A branch snapped nearby and it took a lot of willpower from both of them not to turn to see what caused it.
Little did either of they know, the source of the disturbance would turn the table in the favor of whoever could get away the fastest.
Frost roared angrily as he crashed through the trees and lunged at White tip. Both Applejack and White tip broke eye contact and turned towards the massive predator that was charging towards White tip. Applejack turned away and ran as she saw Frost grab White tip in his jaws, shake her until she went limp and walked off back into the trees. After she was certain that they were gone, Applejack retuned to where her brother had collapsed and desperately tried to wake him up.
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“Did you find her?” asked Pod as Frost retuned to the clearing in front of the cave.
Frost opened his jaws and White tip fell to the snow on the ground, still unconscious from before.
“What does it look like, Red feathers?”
Pod stared at the unconscious form of his Mongolian cousin. She had faded white bandages around her legs from a few nights before and looked more or less fed. Pod was impressed at her condition to say the least.
“How do you think she managed?” asked Pod.
Frost lifted his right arm and began cleaning out the feathers, “I found her attacking the orange mammal from day one. The two seemed to be fighting over a large red mammal not too far away. White tip must have done a number on him because he was surrounded in blood.”
“And you didn’t bring it back because?”
Frost stopped cleaning his feathers and stared at Pod, “are you leading this pack?”
Pod stared at the ground, “no.”
“Then don’t tell me what I do and don’t do,” said Frost menacingly, “the mammal will most likely survive anyway. Pounce was stalking the orange one two days ago and it had mostly recovered from the attack when we arrived.”
“I still don’t know how it did that,” muttered Pod.
“These mammals are smart, a lot smarter that the prey we usually hunt. They will not stop fighting until we leave or they’ve rotted for three days and have gotten a layer of snow on them,” said Frost, “do not under estimate them.”
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Fluttershy stared at Applejack, who had a tired look in her eyes.
“I really do think it’s better that that big… thing took her away anyhow.”
“I know she was scared but, how could she do that?” asked Fluttershy quietly.
Applejack sighed, “Fluttershy, that thing isn’t from here. Twilight said so herself. Whatever she is she’s too dangerous to be around here. You saw what she did to Big Mac.”
Fluttershy shuddered; Big Macintosh had suffered from multiple cut wounds and massive blood loss. It was a miracle that he was alive, let alone that he nearly walked here without much help.
“I know what she did was wrong but I still think she’s not all bad,” said Fluttershy.
Applejack stared at her, “she nearly killed my brother and probably would have done the same to me if that thing didn’t take her away.”
“Twilight scared her yesterday. I have taken care of some… carnivores in the past and sometimes they can react like that when their put under a lot of stress. I think it’s called ‘post traumatic predator disorder’.”
Applejack shook her head, “I don’t care what you call it, she nearly killed my brother. Unless she can apologise and make up for it, she’s not aloud anywhere my farm or my family.”
“I’ll make sure she knows when I find her again,” said Fluttershy.
“Don’t tell me that you’re going to look for the varmint in the forest?” asked Applejack.
Fluttershy nodded, “I have to. She’s all alone in there with that big monster and she might be in trouble. Also, Twilight want’s to show her to the Princess.”
Applejack sighed, “You must be crazy thinking you’re going into the forest to find that weird new monster and you’re little lizard bird alone. Heck, I’m also crazy for going to go with you.”
“Really?” asked Fluttershy.
Applejack sighed, “I don’t want to. I really don’t. But there is no way that I’m letting you go in there alone. Come on, let’s get the other girls and see if they want to help you find your monster.”
Fluttershy smiled and Applejack muttered that she was crazy under her breath as they went to go find their friends.
The search for White tip had begun.