Amor transformed halfway through the night, unknown to him. When he finally woke up, Chrysalis was draped over his body. He stretched and with the sudden movement, Chrysalis woke up.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”
Chrysalis yawned and stood up, finding it slightly difficult after sleeping in such an awkward position. Finally to her hooves, Chrysalis stood over Amor.
“Last night was wonderful.”
“I know.” Amor said as he got to his feet, stretching to full height. “I haven’t had that much fun in years.”
“It’s good to let loose every so often.” Amor headed to the door, Chrysalis beside him. “Amor. I was thinking that, maybe we could leave the young with Celestia? Could I come with you today?”
“You know I would want that, but it’s too dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt. Please, just stay with the young for a little longer, then you could help with the castle if you want.”
Chrysalis let out a sigh. She knew there was no point in arguing with Amor, especially when he was concerned with her safety. “Alright. I’ll stay a little longer.”
Amor headed to gather the changelings for another day of work.
“Good morning everyone! I hope your day off yesterday was as good as mine. We’re back to work today though. We’ll never get done if we keep taking days off.”
The changelings were full of energy. Living in Canterlot has done well for them, constant love and affection feeds them daily, keeping them at their top in health and energy. Sheol was left with Chrysalis and Purity, the same two guards were sent to protect them, and all other changelings were off to work.
Like the days before, the changelings went straight to work, some working on the entrance more, others back to the interior. Amor was inside the hive hard at work on a changeling’s house. Today was slow. Many of the changelings were still working lazily after yesterday, some talking and laughing through the day. Amor was always a soft king, but today was especially so, so he didn’t pester the changelings to work any harder than they wanted to. A heavy crack came from the entrance that pulled Amor’s attention. He walked outside only to see another lone timberwolf, in front of it were three changelings. Amor immediately looked at the two guards, flying safely above.
“What were you two doing!?”
“We were…uh…taking a break.”
“Who authorized that!?”
“S-self authorized, sir. That’s not important now.”
He was right. This timberwolf wandered to the clearing to claim its territory, and in its simple mind, these creatures were trespassing. It was a much larger one than last time, too big for magic. It took a step closer to the cornered changelings, too afraid to flee. Amor knew it was now or never. He once again transformed into the towering timberwolf and let out his loudest bark. The real timberwolf turned to see who was interfering, and with the distraction, the changelings took to the air.
Amor began to circle the timberwolf, who was sizing up his opponent. Without hesitation, the wolf charged. Amor easily dodged the attack, but something was wrong. The wolf kept going, jumped up, kicked off the rock wall, and was hurdling straight into the crowd of flying changelings. Most of the changelings were able to get out of the way, but one was too startled to move. Her wings locked up, but before she could fall, the timberwolf had her in its jaws. Amor’s eyes widened at the site. This beast must die. Its jaws tightened around the changeling and an ear-piercing cry followed.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
At the sound, all remaining senses Amor had vanished. Something in his head snapped, and he began fighting like a true timberwolf. Suddenly, the awkward sound of two logs thrown at each other echoed through the trees. The timberwolf, surprised by the attack, dropped the changeling, who hit the ground with a thud. The fight was on.
Amor began snarling viciously at the creature, who returned the favor. Anger took over, as Amor charged the beast. He hit again, but before they could hit the ground, the timberwolf bit in to his lower leg. Amor snarled once again before using his other leg to claw the beast off. The timberwolf was quickly to his feet after being knocked off, three fresh claw marks across its eye. This time the timberwolf pounced. Amor stepped to the side, falling for the trick. The beast landed beside Amor and quickly swung its front leg, catching Amor across the shoulder. Amor fell to his knees after the blow, giving the timberwolf clear sign of where to attack. The beast was upon Amor instantly, claws tearing away at his back. He felt the fangs digging in near his neck, trying to find purchase to finish him.
NO! This is not how I die! It is not my time! Something urged Amor to stand, the wolf still on his back. He did all he could to get it off of him. He tackled the cliffside with his good side, smashing the timberwolf hard, but to no avail. He jumped up and landed on his back, but the wolf still clung on. With one last effort, Amor rose to his feet. He took a few steps back, and charged at the wall one last time. This time, the wolf hit hard, and fell to the ground. Time to end this. The timberwolf tried to rise to its feet, and in the process, gave Amor an opening. He charged at the beast against the wall, but instead of hitting, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and caught the wolf’s neck. As the timberwolf let out one last whimper, Amor turned his neck hard, until he heard the splintering wood finally snap. The body of the timberwolf, now a heap of wood and leaves, fell to the ground, as the now severed head crumbled in Amor’s mouth.
After letting out an earth shaking roar, he transformed back to himself, still baring his fangs. His right shoulder was torn, three claw marks across it. His lower left leg was definitely broken, blood coming from the teeth marks. His neck was torn in more places than one, but it only broke the skin. All down his back were claw marks from where the timberwolf kept digging to gain footing. He didn’t have time to check his injuries, or those of the changeling, because moments after transforming, Amor blacked out in a small puddle of his own blood, filled with the debris of the severed timberwolf head.