It was a dark stormy night. Rain poured down, lightning flashed. As the lightning flashed it illuminated a large figure in the sky. It's powerful large wings carried it to the muddy ground, its mighty talons sinking into the mud followed by it's paws touching down. The impressive figure loomed up, giving a sigh. The town of Ponyville not far away, the lights flickering from ponyville making it just visible through the storm. The gryphon closed her wings, wondering how she'd go through with this. "Oh hey dweeb. Its me again. Can I crash here?"
Gilda had bad history with that town full of dweebs. Her ex-friend dash had blown her off for that looser pinkie. Who cares that she yelled at the stupid yellow pony and flipped out because every prank had been activated by her? So what if she called herself too cool for them?! It was true! Dash wasn't even cool anymore, just a lame-o hanging out with her dweeby friends. Rainbow Dash could do what she wanted!
All she wanted was some help. Just a place to stay for a bit. Gilda's life had not been pleasant. After leaving Ponyville and returning to Cloudsdale, Gilda just seemed to grow meaner and meaner by the day, snapping at her friends angrily. One by one they left her, leaving her alone. No friends, family gone. She didn't need them anyways. They weren't cool enough for her. Gilda could go on without them! After that, she'd been fired for yelling at a newbie at her workplace and making fun of them. Well they actually had been her boss...They'd kept pestering her to do it the exact way they said to...She just turned and flipped out on them, yelling, calling them lame. Then she saw through her anger it was her boss... No amounts of "sorry's and "won't happen again, was just annoyed" could bail her out of that.
The gryphon had lost her house with no money coming in, no job., she had been eating scraps and living on stray clouds.
All that had happened three months ago. No pony hired her, after hearing what she had done they all said no. That left her a wreck.
She was rather skinny now, she wasn't a walking skeleton no, but she defiantly more than a bit below normal weight. Gildas breath stank of trash, old food. Her feathers were muddy, filthy, mixing with the rest of her fur. She hadn't washed in months, using only little soap she stole. Gilda didn't have anywhere to go, no one to turn to. Gilda wasn't going to sink low enough to go ask a loser pony for help...
Well until now. She'd had enough of living off whatever she could find, off any bit she found on the ground. She'd been lying to her ex friends telling them she was perfectly fine. The little make shift wooden shack in the woods she lived in had been trampled by something. Gilda had no food, no money, no shelter. The only place to turn to was ponyville. Somepony had to help her! One would... They were supposed to be nice right? She could be nice to one of them for a few days, get a job, then get a house until she could afford to move somewhere else. No way, no way would she live near those ponies. But Rainbow Dash would probably give her a room to crash in.
Grunting and opening up her wings, Gilda flew up to Rainbow Dash's house, shivering a little at the cold rain. Curling up her talons she pounded on the door, waiting impatiently for Dash to open the door.
"Who is it?" Called a sleepy voice through the door, which slowly opened. "Gilda?! What're you doing here go away!"
Gilda moved forward grabbing the door to prevent Dash from shutting the door on her. "Wait Dash come on! Let me in I just want a place to sleep!"
"NO! Go away Gilda! You're not staying here." Her voice was harsh, she obviously wasn't going to let her in.
Stepping away, she let the door close again. Stupid Dash. She was even more lame then before! There were other ponies, in a whole town one pony would let her stay!
Her stomach growled loudly, Gilda quickly flew back down to the ground, landing in the town square. Empty, the rain poured down harder now, drenching her. She straightened herself, brushing a feather from her face. Just... A place to stay for a few days. Her roommate kicked her out... Yes that could work. Nothing suspicious, she was perfectly fine, not going to stoop down and beg for help. Trying the house closest to her, it ended with a harsh no.
As did the second house, and the third, the fourth, the fifth. Everypony remembered her as mean Gilda, no pony wanted her inside their house. Lame-o ponies! There were others! A few flickering lights hung off a large tree to her left, a tree house? Really? A pony lived inside of a tree? How lame was that? Well it'd have to do..
Rushing over to the house, Gilda was glad it gave some protection from the rain. "Okay Gil... Just be cool, just get a room for a few days.." Knocking on the door a few times, it opened, no pony stood there though. "W-What?" Gilda took a step back, what was this? A haunted tree? A cough made her look down though, seeing the purple baby dragon, eyes barely open and a blanket in hand.
He fell to the side, snoring loudly, the door wide open and no pony else around. Giving a quick look over the room she made her way inside, quietly closing the door behind her.
A small puddle of water was quickly forming under her, but hey, it wasn't her house. Whatever lived her could clean it up. Making her way into the kitchen of the treehouse, Gilda stuffed herself full of whatever she got her talons on, eating and eating, devouring until she was full.
After a great eating, the gryphon laid down in the next room over, shivering in the dark, glad to have a full stomach for once in months.
Eyes closing, sleep overcame her in seconds.