One Small Wolf

by The Werepony Lover

Chapter One: Change

Wolf Song brushed a bit of dust from a far corner of the restaurant, alone in the quiet only the sound of the scraping of the bristles, and her own hoof steps tapping the solid wood floor. Once she finished, she sat down at one of the tables' chairs, white mane and tail glowing in the soft moonlight.

She gazed about the empty room, which, in the morning, was lively and quite hectic. Her job as a waitress was just about as fun as chasing a Manticore. Leaving you tired and breathless, while still having that nervousness of it turning around and attacking. Memories embedded in her mind about orders. Two hay burgers with fries, a simple daisy sandwich with sparkling water. It seemed the simplest of orders were the hardest to get out without being caught off guard by another pony.

The mare sighed, getting up and walking out of the place, trotting through the now silent town.

"Looks more like a ghost town at night.." She muttered to herself, looking around. Her hooves clicked against the hard stone ground, her soft, white wings spreading as she jumped into the air. Her wings making soft whooshing sounds as they pushed down, she headed for a section of clouds off of Cloudsdale, stepping down onto the white clouds, small bits of the vapor that made up the cloud flowing away from her hooves.

She slowly walked to her small home, pushing open the door with her snout, taking off her small apron and laying it onto her table. walking straight to her bed. She pulled her mane out of the messy bun it was in, letting it fall down freely, the ends reaching to her right shoulder, flipped to said side.

She gently fell into the comforting..well..comforter. Turning to one side as she rubbed her itchy mane, she let out a long, drawn out yawn, eyes being puled down by sleep. It didn't take long for her to be out like a light, eyes shut as she pulled the quilt closer to her head.

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She didn't know where the Tartarus she was, or how she got here, but all she knew what to do, was to run. Her hooves pounded the ever-darkening ground, huge heaves of breath racked her chest, burning her lungs. The sky grew darker with every step she took, increasing her fear of what would come. She soon had to skid to a stop, a large cliff dropped down farther than even her keen eyes could see, her pupils narrowing at the sheer drop of the cliff-side. She whirled around to the sound of an unholy growl, looking up about what she estimated was more than 100 feet was a humongous timber wolf, drooling and growling down at her like she was some type of bug ready to be stepped on. She backed up, spreading her wings. Or what she though was her wings. She looked to see that she was wingless, and about to drop to her death! She instinctively backed up, slipping and clawing at the ground as she felt her blood rush to her head, her heart pounding in her ears like a thousand wing-beats from the Wonderbolts. She clawed at what she thought was a stable rock, but it came loose, as she plummeted, the wind rushing past her ears. She pawed the air, searching for anything anything to hold onto. She looked down, seeing the the ground was coming closer. She closed her eyes, ready for-

She gasped awake, the wane of light beaming through her wind, as she clasped her hooves over her heart, panting. She could still the thrum of her heart as she panted, looking around. She sighed, finally calming down, she hopped out of bed. Good thing today was her day off, after that nightmare, she'd need one.

"Hm. I should probably go to the market today, pay Brash Horn and Twist a visit." She told herself, putting on a sunhat with a pink ribbon, her tail flicking as she walked out of the house, grabbing her saddlebags and bits, of course. She took off at the edge of her cloud, diving until above the treetops, flapping her wings and gliding for a while, taking in the beautiful sights of the mountains and forests. She soon spotted the tops of ponies' houses. Increasing her wing-power, she sped up, and landed a few feet away from the main square.

She cantered to a particularly small house, a dull beige color coating it's walls. She knocked on the red door, tail flicking, before letting herself inside.

"Heyy, Twist? Brash? It's Wolf. Ya in here?" She slowly walked in, closing the door behind her. She looked around, before a green hoof slammed on the counter in from of her. She looked up to see a familiar purple and red maned colt smiling up at her.

"Heya Wolfie! Howzit goin'?" She smiled, she approached the unicorn calmly. He had a green coat, with matching green eyes. The only strange thing about him was his horn. It was broken off, and sparked just like that one pony's did..The name slipped from her mind at the moment, oh well. Twist's horn sparked a few, small, yellow-green sparks when she didn't answer for a while.

"Doing good, where's Brash?" She asked, referencing to the taller, black and green maned colt that was always by his side. She always thought that Twist saw him as some sort of prince, someone he should follow for guidance.

"D'ah, he's over lookin' at the wares, try'na find some more pieces for the shop, yanno?" He shrugged, the young colt always acted older for his age. He rested a cheek on his hoof, a silver one at that.

"Ah, well, when he comes back, let him know that I dropped off some bits for him, okay?" She put five bits on the table just as she said that, turning around.

"I gotta go back to my house, gotta get some more bits for the market." She started walking away, before stopping. She turned, ears folded back. "And keep your grubby little paws offem too!" She snapped at him, just as he leaned towards to snatch the bits off the table.

"Awwwh! But you know Brash don' pay me 'nuff!" He complained, hitting the counter with a hoof.

"I don't care, keep you little hooves off them!" She said with playful anger, turning and trotting out of the quiet antique store.

Author's Note:

Woo! I finally got the first chapter done! Hope you like it! owo