I should really consider my wishes more carefully. I asked for something exciting and got a mute life in a body I barely understand. No fellow man here to figure it out, just a bunch of walking talking, civilized ponies, who for all intensive purposes view me as a predator out for their meat.
Of course, I guess it helps that the forest has become my safe haven. Although to say it frankly, it's only that way because of how easy I am to spot in any other environment. Green mixed with green, or any green for that matter will do pretty well. Over the last, well actually allotted time. About a few seasons or so, I've been able to do some research on the locals. Apparently I'm a myth, or a folktale to them. A predator so ferocious even a dragon, for which they associate me with, would be no match. Of course, I doubt the scales would hold off against a rain of fire, but it's a nice gesture I suppose.
My old life is gone, and replaced with one of a wild beast, and an untamed instinct. I've even begun to forget my old life. I vaguely remember how I came here; I remember something about a desert, with some damn bones and then a voice. Everything before that seemed to have faded a while before. Probably the last winter. Speaking of winters, it was definitely hard to survive during that. With animals hibernating, the ponies felt inclined to search for me during the festive season, so I did the only thing I could. Found a cave, hunkered down, and watched from a distance. They came pretty close a few times, until I gave out my trademark rumbling of snow covered bushes, which sent most of them fleeing in fear.
Although, there were always these three little ones who would always try to catch me, looking for me like I was bigfoot. Although if he was here, it would certainly make sense, as just from this forest I've seen pretty much every other mythological and folklore monster, and creature. Griffin: Check; Minotaur: Check; Manticore: Check; Talking Bunny: Check and check; Pegasi: Check; Unicorns: Check; A mix of both: Also check. The list went on in my head.
As well with any relative of the old king, the arms were practically useless for anything other than a mild hug and a puny reach. Trying to carve with them never seemed to go well. It always resulted in me plastered against the wall, trying to guess what I was writing or drawing, and it would usually come out as a babies first attempt at a firetruck.
I seem like my life is terrible, but to be honest It's alright. I can eat, sleep, drink, and wander all I like. No taxes, no social life, no family, no friends. It was really peaceful, after searching for a purpose and glory in my last one for how long. Although, for some strange reason, my body seemed to be really adapted to the environment. I mean it was a nice forest, but to be able to support a creature of my size was quite odd. I mean there were dragons here too, but they seemed fairly small and easy to support, but somehow animals were always churned out: big and small there were bountiful amounts.
Although speaking of animals, or well I perhaps should call them by their proper names: Ponies, or talking ponies at that, were rather diverse. After encountering those six during my first night, I wondered what happened in their society. It seemed peaceful, but I wondered, if like humans, they had dark underwings, and dusty spots. I usually tried to gather the information by visiting, or rather spying on the apple-making pony. Her name involved Apples, so I just called her that: Apple. She really hated me after I tried to sneak into her apple orchard a few more times. I almost got caught by her too, and the fear was completely gone from them.
The timid, yellow coated mare, or well pegasus mare, was close to the end of the forest as well. She always called it the everfree, but to me, it's just a forest; an untamed, and rather violent forest, but a forest all the same. Anyway, she seemed to be in love with animals of all sizes shapes and colors. With the help of the brush, I would usually spy out all of the different critters she would have. I've seen her take care of birds, bunnies, frogs, fish, bears and even a manticore or two. She even tried to get me to come out a few times, somehow knowing I was watching her. It seems after the long amount of time, and the fact I haven't hurt any of the ponies, they view me as a friendly predator. Of course, those are only the ones who were brave enough to think that.
I would protect myself, but I didn't intend to try pony flesh any time, or ever to be precise. A nice scare every so often would put fear of me back into them, but the animal pony, or I think her name involved butterfly, always seemed to know I was faking it. Although, due to the fact of how much of an anti-herbivore I was, I decided to steer clear of ponies, which is why I said I avoided them before. But that animal caretaker had it in for me.
The other four I had heard about from the 'apple-maker,' 'Apple-something,' and 'animal-caretaker,' Butterfly. One of them I think was named Pink something. She was the crazy one of the group, who always seemed to be on a sugar rush and looking for a fun party. I decided after that I would mark her down as the craziest of the town.
Next on the list was the lavender unicorn, who was the egghead of the group. Reminded me of myself back in my old world. Although, I never really had many friends, so I guess we are different. Although, I heard she had recently become a princess; I think princess of magic, and was something of a mix of pegasus and unicorn called an alicorn. She was the fourth of them alongside three other princesses.
I was a little skeptical at that though, wondering if there were any males, or if in fact it was female dominated. I found out pretty quickly, by the distribution, guys were the ones outnumbered. It was another thing to mark down as different in the two worlds.
Next was a clothes designer I think. She was the white-coated, purple headed--err--maned unicorn. Apparently she was called something like 'Rare-something.' She was the real lady of the group. It also seemed, from recent talks, she was really successful in some city called Canterlot. I think it's the capital of wherever I am.
The cyan, rainbow maned pegasus was humorously named 'Rainbow-something.' She was a rather arrogant 'wonder-something,' who
could pull of going faster than the speed of sound. Of course, just like her name, it involved a streak of, not air, but rainbows trailing behind her. I watched her do it a few times over the town from the safety of the forest, and I do have to admit, it's pretty cool.
Well besides my monotonous new life routine, that was all I gathered so far. In I believe a year or something. Maybe a year and three quarters, I kind of forgot. Anyway, that's all I have to tell you for now.
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I opened my eyes after thinking and viewed the river below me. It showed not the face of a human, but one of a predator of legendary proportions. A myth in this world and perhaps the most sought after scope for local news. I inwardly sighed, which translated to a meek grumble out of my mouth. Being mute sucks sometimes. I felt my parched tongue and innards of my tremendous moth, from which I bended over from my sitting position. Don't ask, as all I can tell you sitting requires a lot of flexibility in this form. I dumped my face into the running river and took in the cool refreshment. I had to admit, it was nice having actual drinking water so close to civilization. Yet another great difference in the two worlds. I lapped and lapped up on the water, until I felt my gut slowly fill. I stopped and let out a refreshed grumble sigh.
I felt relaxed and at peace. I had already found plenty of food for the day, and just had down time before I would return home to my trusty and "luxurious" cave. The sun basked on my back through the open tree-tops as water filtered out of my slightly open mouth. It fell as a small waterfall, with a slight tint of red, from which it was destroyed on contact. The overwhelming amount of blue overpowered the small army of red. I felt bad for doing it, but survival in nature is something every creature can comprehend. Being greedy however, as hunting for sport was just cruel. Or on top of that, something that you know would never fill you up.
Sadly, most of the other animals in the damned forest was just like that. With a manticore hunting bunnies, or even hydras hunting birds strangely. Hilariously and ideally, they were never caught in the greedy predators grasps, but I had caught them, multiple times. Of course, if I wasn't hungry, I wouldn't eat. I was still moral enough to spare the greedy animals when I was content with my state of hunger.
"Pss, hey Applebloom, what do you think?" A hushed voice nearby said, "do you think he can hear us?"
"Ah don't know bout' that, but I bet it's pretty hard. My sister said he can hear when he wants to, and that's always why she can't catch him in the act." Another voice replied, and I knew just who it was now.
"Sweetie Belle, why are you all the way back there, come ere' and look." The first voice said, to which a small rumbling of bushes was heard. The three fillies who seemingly stalked him. They were his fan club and he was the annoyed idol. As to get out of their sight, I slowly got up and began to walk away, letting my footsteps echo in the forests. Groans of dissapproval were heard.
"Ah think we should head back."
"He always knows. How?" The first voice, Scootaloo asked.
"Guys..." The meek, third voice of Sweetie Belle said.
"What is---" Applebloom's voice was silenced as a few seconds passed, before screams rang out and I turned around to see a horrible sight. Three greedy hydra were chasing after the retreating fillies. I weighed my options: Help and have to fight three hydras, or let them die.
I disliked their stalking, but that was no merit to let them die. I went into action, stomping my way back at the chase, letting a roar escape my mouth, which echoed my presence to everything nearby.