Cyburst red coat turned into a dark orange. His forelegs grew hands and claws. His horn grew back into his head and his ears flicked back. A beak covered his forehead, almost like a helm. His back legs changed shape, growing from hooves to talons. Wings sprouted from his back. Not angelic wings, but sharp, red, lustrous wings. His Cutie mark moved from his side to the top of his head. He got up onto his hind legs, which supported him fully. He looked at the two shocked mares. They were more curious than scared.
“...I’m sorry.” Cyburst said, hanging his head, “I’m sorry you had to see me this way.”
“Why?” Applejack said.
“Because I don’t want anypony so see this form. This horrendous form.” Cyburst said, “Not ever again.”
“Now’s not the time to think about that.” Applejack said, hugging the Avian hybrid, “Ya’ have to catch up to Rain Whisper.”
“Yeah.” He said, “You might want to let go first.”
“Hmm? Oh.” Applejack said, backing away, “Sorry.”
“Don’t ever be sorry unless you’ve done something wrong.” Cybust said, bending down.
Then, He shot off like something not of this world. Cyburst went to the Gardens, looking for the Lycan.
Rain Whisper was found scaling the side of Canterlot’s prized castle, ruining the careful decorations for tomorrow nights Grand Galloping Gala
“So, Rain Whisper.” Cyburst said, flying along side her, “Do you believe me now? That you don’t control the beast?”
The Lycan turned her head to look at the flying biped, but ignored his question and kept climbing.
“What do you plan on doing once you reach the top?” Cyburst said, looking at his talons, “Not much up there, I would know. It’s also a rather long fall too.”
“Forget it.” She spoke in a guttural voice.
“Now, that’s the thing.” Cyburst said, putting his arms behind his head in mid flight, “If I forget about you, you’ll be able to destroy all of Canterlot without any form of protest.”
The mare reached the top of one of the smaller towers, looking around for a moment, then growling, launching herself onto another tower and climbing. Cyburst shrugged and flew up considerably. Once Rain Whisper reached the highest spire, she found Cyburst standing on one leg on the exact tip.
“See? Not much up here.” Cyburst said, eyes closed, “Only the dark, beautiful sky.”
The mare swung up to the top and kicked the stallion off of the tip, knowing he could fly. Cyburst grabbed part of the spire right under the mare’s foot and swung himself onto the top of her head.
“Quit it.” The former mare said.
“You first.” Cyburst said.
The creature extended her claws and dug into the side of the tip of the castle, grinding her way down it until she stepped down onto a balcony, throwing a telescope off of the side in frustration.
“Hey!” Cyburst said, looking down at the telescope, “Those are expensive, you know. I almost bought one, almost.”
The Lycan ignored him and stepped down onto her front paws, keeping a better balance on all fours.
“What’re you gonna do now?” Cyburst said, laying on her back, “Scare some chickens?”
The Lycan looked around the room, seeing an empty bed and growling in a frustrated tone. She went to the side of the bed and began to sniff around on it, finding a scent and following it to a door on the other end of the room, which opened to a narrow set of stairs that winded down.
“Knock knock.” Cyburst said.
The Lycan pushed the Avian creature off the top of her head and dove off the side of the balcony, smashing through another wall into another room that led to the main rooms.
“Oh come on.” Cyburst said, getting back onto the Lycan’s head, “Stop breaking things. That’s considered going berserk.”
The Lycan was now very irritated and grabbed the creature atop her head, smashing him into the ground, then picking him up again, throwing him into a wall, then kicking him through it.
“You’re more ignorant than I previously thought.” Cyburst said, coughing up blood, “You still haven’t noticed.”
The Lycan walked off again, in search of somepony. Cyburst landed back on her head.
“You still haven’t finished my joke.” Cyburst said, chuckling, “Knock knock.”
“The Door.” The Lycan said, slamming a door behind her.
“Aww. You know it already.” Cyburst said, flicking the Lycan’s nose, “But you still haven’t noticed.”
“You don’t get hurt.” She said. “I wouldn’t have thrown you through a wall if I hadn’t known.”
“Dang, you just know everything today.” Cyburst said, pulling on the Lycan’s ears, “Have you figured out why I haven’t hurt you in any way yet? Well, except for your pride, but who cares about that anymore?”
The Lycan found who she was looking for, Princess Luna, who talked calmly to a Royal Guard. who was amongst a roomful of others.
“Shh. She might see us.” Cyburst said, placing a claw to his mouth and whispering, “Let’s just go find somepony else. You still haven’t answered my question.”
“I want her to see me.” The mare got up on two paws and roared, attracting the attention of every guard in the room, as well as Luna.
Cyburst looked at Luna and tapped his claw to his mouth, “It wasn’t for your protection. It was for theirs. Still haven’t answered my question.”
“Luna.” Rain said, walking up to her, but being blocked by spears from the shaky guards.
Rain Whisper looked them up and down, looking each one in the eye.
“Let ‘er through.” Cyburst waved a hand, “She probably won’t try anything.”
The guards pulled back their spears.
Cyburst ran his claws through the Lycan’s fur, “You’re so soft. Softer than in your pony form.”
“Thanks.” The Lycan said unconsciously, taking one of the guards helmets off and crushing it between one of her paws, then dropping it at his feet.
“Do you break everything, or just the expensive things?” Cyburst said, pulling on her ears again, “Why don’t you answer my first question?”
“Why, why in the whole world of why’s haven’t you hurt me yet Cy?” Rain growled..
Lycan got back on all fours and walked over to Luna, who the guards had also moved away from.
“Because there is twenty years of bloodlust trapped inside me that I don’t want to spend on you.” Cyburst whispered into her ear in a very serious tone.
The mare turned around and looked the stallion in the eye. “Save it.” she said. “You never know.”
“Oh, I do.” Cyburst chuckled, getting off of the Lycan and landing, his talons making no sound, “I do know, because there is something else that’s prowling the streets right now that is way more powerful than one simple little werewolf. Something so powerful, it could only be awakened by a great enough emotional reaction to anything. That bloody smell you found on Ocarina? I smelled that three days before you did! If you think I’m here just to stop you, then you’ve got many things to learn.”
The Lycan grabbed the avian creatures shoulders going beak to muzzle with him, “So do you.” She said, going back to Luna.
“You do realize she loves you.” Cyburst said from behind the Lycan.
The Lycan stopped, still with her back to Cyburst. She seemed to shrink a few inches.
“Luna loves all the night creatures.” he continued, “If it was her choice, she would have made it a full moon the day I figured you were a Lycan. Do you know why she didn’t?”
“Why?” She asked.
“Because I asked her to.” the Avian-hybrid whispered to her.
“Why would you do that when you knew this is what I wanted?”
“Like I said before, because there’s something else prowling the streets that’s far stronger than a lowly werewolf.” Cyburst said, narrowing his eyes, “You should listen to your elders.”
“If I can do what I did earlier...” The Lycan stopped, growing back. “I shouldn't have to.”
“Can you even contemplate what I’m saying?” Cyburst said, holding his head, “Something is going to appear within the hour that will, ahem, wreck your shit.”
“It should be no problem for Luna and You.” The Lycan said, turning towards to Luna. “Should it?”
“Well, if one of us weren't holding up the sun AND the moon, yes.” Cyburst said, “But she’s concentrating so hard right now, she can’t even speak.”
“Fine.” The Lycan looked at Luna’s horn, which glowed with immense power.
“The monster coming here doesn't feel emotion, it was created from bug fragments, not insects, but computer bugs.” Cyburst said, his body starting to flicker, “It doesn't care who it’s host is. It doesn't care who it hurts, as long as it hurts something. Falzar has been fighting it for centuries, with no success. Do you know who I’m talking about yet?”
“The same thing that is inside of you, but the one in Oca.”
“It’s good to hear those gears turning.” Cyburst said, chuckling a little, “It’s not the exact same, but close enough.”
“It’s name,” Cyburst said, “Is Gregar.”