Luna paced back and forth around the room; it had been an hour since the new ‘creature’ arrival; she and her sister (after rudely awakening her) decided to take shifts onto watching the ‘new’ creature that suddenly appeared in the court room, she took the first shift. The room she was in right now was a special infirmary; it was designed and constructed their mother just in some cases of emergency. The room itself is white porcelain like any hospital room would be and a few medical furniture over here and there. Luna calmed herself down as she approached the right side of the bed where the creature unconsciously laid.
She looked at the creature, they (she and her sister) had decided not to strip down the creature as we don’t know anything about this creature, for all they know, there could be tentacles spurting out of its chest. However, they decided to take the long metal stick, his satchel and the shiny L metal thing on its waist. They took it in a chest besides the bed because, for all things they know, it could as well be a memento or a lucky charm, its head was placed on a lamp-table on the bed’s left.
Upon further inspection, she noticed that even though the creature doesn’t have any fur at all, she noticed thin hairs on its muscular – what she assumed – arms and legs, five digits on each of them, and there were no fur, and even if there was; it probably covered with its clothes. Though there is a noticeable mane on its head (she assumed), it was brown with slight black hue. Something about the creature reminded her of something… she can’t seem to put a hoof in it, but it is there… she shrugged, she would know after asking the creature.
She poked the unconscious creature’s skin, she almost yelped in surprise as she was assaulted by weird textures upon touching the skin. It was soft, yet hard and warm. It was like a muscular Minotaur’s arm, but much softer… poke poke poke, it was weird… poke poke, squishy… poke poke… and fun, she should really stop doing it, lest she angers the creature upon waking up. And stop she did.
Her head, however, bobbed up and down; tiredness was already visible under her eyes and her flowing starry mane deflated a little bit. She had been waiting for the creature to wake up; she was supposed to be asleep by now. In front of her, the creature’s arm looked like a small, soft, and comfortable pillow. But then she was snapped by a groan.
The groan itself came from the creature, stirring itself out of the dreamless sleep (she knew), she immediately felt awake as she looked at the face of the creature. Its eyes slowly opened, to her surprise, the right eye was red while the other was golden, it was almost beautiful; but she wasn’t here to be mesmerized by a simple eye color.
The eyes, upon looking at her, widened in surprise and shock; Luna expected that. She figured that if she and her sister haven’t seen such creature, who said the creature would? Fidgeting nervously under its surprised stare, she opened her mouth, trying to make out words.
“Please calm down,” The princess asked, but nothing came out from her mouth. There is, however an immense pain on her left cheek; it only took a moment to realize that she was punched... hard. And it took her another moment to realize that she was careening to the floor- courtesy of the creature’s punch- as the painful and cold porcelain floor greeted her other cheek, making it much more painful. Last thing she realizes was that she was going to the sweet embrace of darkness.
Her last thought was:
I am going to change every fausting porcelain floors on this bucking castle.
Midnight moon stood on the right flank of the door whilst wearing Lunar armor on her body, guarding the room where the ‘Creature’ and princess Luna was in, why she was told to guard a room when one of the most powerful pony were inside remained as a mystery, but she won’t question it, it is her job. Though, the weirdest fact is that, WHY her? She’s just a rookie. Deep inside, she was confused, and a little bit of panic. She has just signed up… for how long? 2 weeks was it? And she was already assigned with an important duty.
Her physical appearance, however, just stayed still. Though, if you look good enough; her blue feline-like eyes were filled with utter confusion, her dark leathery wings and bat-like ears would occasionally twitches and her grey coat were sweating a little bit, not counting her azure mane condition which looked like a bed-mane while her tail just stayed still. A little nudge would what be needed for her to jump and yelp in surprise.
SMACK
And so she jumped and yelp in surprise with a strong hint of bewilderment, though it came out more like a Squeak that would make the hardest heart to melt a little bit in the inside. Her superior who were also guarding the room was not amused. Though she was also surprised, but she held it tight inside her heart. Midnight quickly looked at her superior, Lt. Moonlight, who also looked at her with stoic, albeit much more relaxed than the muscle heads that were called the solar guards, but nonetheless stoic.
Lt. Moonlight nodded at the door. The gesture was tacit enough for Midnight to understand what her superior meant, in which she replied with a nod. Quickly, in a unison, they slammed the door open. Their jaws dropped slightly at the scene held in front of them. Their princess, were now laid unconscious on the porcelain floor; a bruise was somehow visible on her dark blue coat, mouth opens sloppily and drool were trickling out; a state inappropriate for a princess.
And by her unconscious body stood a tall ‘creature’ twice and a half of a normal pony, he was now wearing a brown Stetson hat. He looked at the knocked horse, whom he assumed as the leader and probably a royalty (according to her tiara), and then he looked at the two bat-pony who slammed the door opened; spears pointing at him, and back to the knocked princess. Realization dawned on his face, he grunted and face-palmed. He cursed his bad luck, once more.
The two mares’ shifted uncomfortably, palpable silence reined the room; the creature’s motions went unnoticed as they were looking at the unconscious princess, the silence however, was soon broken.
“DON’T YOU DARE DO ANYTHING YOU BEAST!!”, Moonlight threatened, panic and fear evident on her voice
The beast, or the human, decided that it would be wise to comply as he kneeled down and both arms on the back of his head. Before Moonlight could say anything about the beast’s act, “I surrender.” With a calm voice the beast said, as if this kind of situation had happened many times before.
Midnight was still a nerve-wreck, standing stock still while pointing her spear at the surrendering creature. “Cuff it.” Her lieutenant said with finality in her tone. Midnight, who was still a nerve-wreck, squeaked once again in surprise. Gaining a few chuckle from the creature. She dropped her spear to the ground and reached for a magically enchanted cuff (Courtesy of Luna).
As she reluctantly approached the creature, she noticed its eyes, red pupil on the right and golden on the left. She paused for a bit to stare at its beauty.
The creature, noticing the mare’s action quickly winked its golden eye; prompting the rookie to squeaked again, ergo, making the creature to chuckle once more. Moonlight was still tensed and slightly unamused at her companion’s antics. Though she could barely blame her, what being new and in the face of possibly dangerous creature… she face-hoofed mentally. Why did she tell her to cuff it, instead of her?
The creature however, already liked the rookie’s antics; he noticed its blue feline-like eyes, bat-like ears and leathery wings. She somehow reminded him of a certain cyberdog, which was ironic, considering its feline-like eyes, which he thought as beautiful.
Midnight, breaking out of her stupor, quickly and cautiously advanced to the creature’s back, where its hands lay on the back of its head. She meticulously attached the cuff to the creature’s wrists and let it do its work. The enchanted cuff glowed with a purple aura as it tightened to the creature’s wrists, which flinched at the sudden movements of the cuff.
The fuck was that?
Both pair let out a relieved sigh, but still cautious (especially Moonlight who was still pointing her spear at the creature. Midnight immediately went back to where she stood before, before glancing at the creature’s eyes. She was sure that the creature couldn’t and hopefully, wouldn’t do anything to do any harm. The cuff was specially created with a special metal and personally enchanted by one of the strongest pony in the land.
If the solar guards have their concealing armor that let them to stay aponymous, the lunar guards have their enchanted and (almost) unbreakable cuffs that would restrain any creatures that have arms (except for dragons).
Midnight glanced at her superior, who was still pointing her spear at the creature, she couldn’t help but to ask herself, ‘Why would she do that when the creature had been apprehended?’ but shrugged it off as a safe precautions as she followed her lieutenant.
“W-what are we going to do with ‘it’?” Midnight asked, still nervous about the current situation
Moonlight thought as well, ‘what should we do with it?’ she opened her mouth, but then interrupted by a groan.
A groan came from the downed princess as she slowly but surely stirred awake. As she was fully conscious, she winced at her bruised cheek before noticing that there were two new guests entering the room. Their eyes were focused on her, including the creature, who looked intrigued. Noticing her drool, she quickly cleaned it and blushed almost immediately, though it was covered by her coat, how her bruise didn’t, she doesn’t know; nor does she seek to. She immediately stood in four hooves and shook her head, trying to rid the slight headache from the sudden fall. She looked at the creature then at the two mares, and back to the creature. She noticed the cuff on the creature’s wrists and spears pointing at it.
Luna gestured at the guards to put their spears down and motioned them to her, which the guards comply without hesitation. “What happened when I was unconscious?” The princess whispered, wincing as the bruise throbbed when she opened her mouth.
Both guards looked at each other with an uncertain look, before Moonlight answered the princess with practiced stoicism, “We heard a sound from inside, we rushed in to find that you were unconscious and the creature was standing over there,” she pointed at the ground where the creature kneeled, “and then it… surrendered to us.”
Luna glanced at the creature who was staring at her with mixed expressions, (he could hear them talking but refrain from saying things) before looking back at her lieutenant with an eyebrow raised questionaly, “How?”
This time it was midnight’s to answer, “It just kneeled like that; putting its… arms to the back of his head and said ‘I surrender’, your majesty.”
“I see…” she said, glancing at the creature again, “take it to the dungeon, and make sure that he’s secured.”, she dismissed the guards who immediately approached the creature(who still has its Stetson hat), biting its duster’s shoulder part and dragged it to the dungeon. The creature yelped in surprise but didn’t struggle. As the dragged creature and her guards fade away. She winced as she unconsciously rubbed her bruised cheek.
I’m going to need to talk with sister… and a few healing magic
And then, with a flash of light; she vanished out of existence… where she rudely awoken her slumbering sister… again
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The unlucky man didn’t expect this to happen, nor is he amused, and he had fucked up. He had woken up in a strange room, where he ‘reflexively’ knocked a royalty of god knows where; and then he was dragged to a cell. Both of his arms were still restrained with a strange cuff, and so his legs. He sat on the middle of the cell. On his left is a small cot, on his back was a small window, barred of course, and it was night, the cell was barred too, and on his left is a small bucket; he figured that it was for private uses, he was disappointed that there wasn’t any water in it, but all in all; the cell was quite comfy. He had expected to be put in some fucked up cell or worse, considering he did punch a royalty. And if his memory serves right, then he would be interrogated in the morning… violently.
But hey! It’s a comfy cot! Albeit, it was too small for him.
At first, he had opted that he was getting… crazier or that the wild wasteland syndrome had gotten worse. But then again, if the aforementioned were true, he would already kill these… alien. He still had his .44 auto in his underwear… don’t ask where he put it, or he would run away, screaming obscenities and naked, while his penis would be majestically dangling in the free wind. And so, he chalked that possibility.
Then he began to remember the last thing he did before passed out, pony-worshipping cult… opening portal… and if he’s right (considering his entire cult slaying adventure), the ritual happened to need blood sacrifice… and he killed those six cultist…
Fuck.
He screamed curses (something about motherless legion, penises and vaginas) and banged his head to the wall, startling and paling the two poor bat-ponies who listened while guarding the cell. Then he began to wiggle his way to the small coat, and lay his head on it while his body lay on the ground and soon drifted to unconsciousness.
He really needs it.
“What do you think about this?” Veronica asked, pointing at the six dead female; five of them headless while one of them had its chest holed out.
The courier pondered at the scene, she, Veronica and Rex had just entered the supermarket. Their first impression of the interior was ‘Creepy’, while Rex just whined. Though she picked a few pre-war toys, resembling a pony(?), pre-war toys are damn expensive and worth a lot of caps for those crazed collector. Then she found the dead six females.
“Well, knowing ‘him’, he probably killed them while the one with the head must have a good hat…” she trailed off, admiring the handiwork, “and either he used his sniper up-close or he got a new gun.”
“Why would he kill them?” Veronica asked, “They don’t seem to be ‘raider’ material.”
“I don’t know much about cults, that’s his forte, but I would bet it had something to do with that.” The courier pointed at the creepy looking circle picture on the ground.
“Right…” the scribe said, sheepishly, “what do you think all of this about?” her hands gesturing at the whole room.
The courier, with her extensive medical, guns and perception said, “Well, looking at the wallpaper background and the whole pile of those pre-war toys, I would say that they’re some cartoon-pony-worshipping cult.”
“Right.” The scribe nodded, “so what then?”
The courier smiled, as she turned around to the exit, “Better ask Raul!”