The Big Bad Wolf
Meh, i feel drained... I was planning on explaining somethings here, but just comment and I'll see if I get to them...
The Big Bad Wolf
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“Stay out of this!” Careful, don’t use words. You are nothing but a Mask! Your lies only serve to hide me, you weak little shit! You cannot defy me! THIS IS MY BODY!
Hate detected…
“QUIET!” Fenrir roared and threw his head back, away from Luna. The great wolf proceeded to jump and throw his head from side to side while snarling and growling at nothing. The weak mewling thing that bore the name of his old Mistress was still covering on the ground like a thing much weaker than she should be. Luna, the princess of the Night, what a pitiful sack of quivering flesh she turned out to be.
Firing the Orbital Friendship Cannon!
“SILENCE!” Fenrir roared and whipped his head on a tree at the edge of the clearing. There was a meaty “thud!” on impact, but the pain only aggravated him further. It was his body; the Liar would not be disheartened from its pains. The Liar’s nonsense and honeyed words had worked in persuading the ponies that he was not an immediate threat, but Fenrir had not realized just how aggravating it could be.
Luna
Luna kept her eyes shut and tried to keep still as the wolf raged around her, pacing the edges of the clearing and shouting at her to stay quiet. She had expected the wolf to attack her when he didn’t take her apology as well as she had hoped. She had remembered that the wolf had a temper, but the things he said about the Dark… She did not remember it, but it felt like they struck true. Had the Elements of Harmony really robbed her of a part of her own power, instead of simply healing her?
Had that been the reason she had been so weak those first few weeks after her return from the moon? Fenrir paused her pacing suddenly and Luna heard something heavy crash onto the ground. Fenrir had moved around and had been making little to no sound, so the sudden noise made her flinch. The wolf didn’t snap at her sign of weakness, as she had expected for him to do, so she peeked out between her hooves and didn’t see Fenrir anywhere. She straightened her neck and focused her eyes on a suspicious pile of rocks. The pile of rocks jerked into motion and Fenrir put his paws under him stiffly. It was disturbingly easy to mistake Fenrir’s still form for an oddly shaped rock, especially in the dark.
“Ah, Princess Luna, you need not cover in front of me.” Fenrir said, suddenly sounding a lot calmer and actually somewhat bemused. Fenrir started to pace around her again, but now he was walking around her slowly, instead of the eerily silent jog he had done a moment ago. She could hear his claws scraping at the soft ground. “You caught me at a bad time, I’m sorry for frightening you.”
Luna raised her head out from between her hooves and dared a glance at the frighteningly large wolf. He was walking the edge of the clearing they were in, but his limbs moved stiffly, as if he was awkward in his own body. The wolf raised a wrong paw when trying to step forward and nearly stumbled as Luna watched. What could have happened to him to make him to move so uncharacteristically? Could it be one of the “ane-rysins” Celestia’s prized healers had discovered during her absence? Fenrir was an old beast, not nearly as rooted in magic as Celestia, or her, so old age could affect him. Had his burst of emotion triggered an episode?
“Are you feeling well, Fenrir?” Luna carefully asked, knowing that Fenrir could become aggressive if his physical proves was questioned. As a former alpha of his pack, he had been forced to hide any signs of weakness to keep his position. His size had not been as uncommon in olden times, so Fenrir had to be more deadly than his peers to stay in his position. Any sign of weakness meant that the younger males in his pack would have challenged him.
“Where is the rest of my pack, Luna? The Sun Horse couldn’t have known, but you claim to be the ruler of the Night. Where are your subjects, Royal Sister?” Luna flinched back as Fenrir asked a question that hit true with her. Celestia had banished all of Fenrir’s kin into Tartarus, for their aggression toward ponykind. Her sister had thought his kin to be mindless beasts, considering them beyond diplomacy. Luna didn’t know what had happened to Fenrir’s pack, since that would mean opening Tartarus and only Discord had been insane enough to do that. Fenrir kept walking in his awkward way, but Luna kept her eyes to the ground.
“They are still in Tartarus, Fenrir. I do not know of their wellbeing, as the gates are meant to stay closed…” Luna dared a glance at the raging wolf and furrowed her brow as the wolf was still having trouble walking right. The way he jerked his limbs forward and kept his eyes squarely on the ground bothered her. He was clearly ill, but confronting him about it would only aggravate the wolf. Had he asked her the question only to distract her from his troubles at moving his own body? A proud beast like Fenrir would rather suffer through his ills, than accept help from somepony he clearly despised. “I’m sorry, Fenrir…”
“Oh, stop apologizing already; it is unbecoming of you, itty bitty Woona.” Fenrir growled out a chuckle at his random pet name for the Princess of the Night. He was clearly using his newfound ability of speech to express dominance over the ponies around him through insults. Kamos’ agents had told her as much in their reports. Fenrir instigated arguments, only to win them and feel superior. It made sense that Fenrir would transfer over his primitive and confrontational sense of social interaction into his new persona.
“We wish that you would refrain from using that name of us. It is distracting to be reminded of something so old.” Woona had been a pet name that had been used of her in the dusk of her consciousness. Both her and her sister had outgrown such childish games long ago.
“HA! So, you were actually called that. I knew it!” Fenrir sounded excited and amused at her reaction and she didn’t see any of that anger he had been expressing only minutes ago. His movements were still stiff and made more noise than they should, but he was not having as much trouble moving while he chuckled at her old pet name. “You do realize that I am not going to stop calling you Woona, right?”
“Our name is Luna, call us as such, wolf.” She did feel guilty for what had happened to the wolf and his kind, but she was still royalty, as much he denied her crown.
“HAH! Names are important, I agree.” Fenrir kept walking, but he slowed down to a more comfortable walk, still circling her along the groove he’d torn in the grassy earth. “Woona, Luna, Lunar Mare, The Mare on the Moon, Mistress of Dreams, Maiden of Stars, Nightmare Moon. I know many names for you, but how many of them are true, Luna? Do you really know the hidden corners of our minds, slither through our dreams?”
“I do not understand why you ask this of us, Fenrir.” The wolf wasn’t even looking at her. His head was lowered and his eyes trailed the path he’d carved into the earth. She could hear how his large lungs sucked in air and expelled it. Her senses and muscles were still hyper from the scare the wolf had given her before.
“Do you know my name, or not, Luna? Can you look into these eyes and say my name?” Fenrir turned to her, but turned back to staring at the ground as their eyes met. She thought she had seen fear in his eyes, but what could Fenrir be afraid of?
“You are Fenrir, the great wolf. You recognized yourself as such, even before... in times before speech.” Luna could feel her voice failing her. There was something wrong here and it frightened her. Fenrir was acting erratically and she really didn’t want to deal with a mentally unstable Fenrir.
“Before talking, you say… That would mean you recognize this body, that it has always been Fenrir… Somepony as crucial to this world as you recognizes it, so it’s unlikely to be a new addition…” Fenrir was still walking circles around her, but now he was staring at the ground with an intensity she didn’t like. He was mumbling about things she didn’t understand and seemed confused. “Do I know the name from its memory or from the tales of my world? What kind of logic decides what I remember and what I don’t? Could it be association? Does he have to have memory of something similar for it to connect? How does that explain my understanding of language and social interaction? No, it has to be something else…”
“Fenrir, We are concerned –“
“I AM NOT FENRIR!” The wolf suddenly roared and jerked his head toward her. The wolf stumbled on his own paws and fell to the ground ungracefully. He growled and snarled as his paws tore at the ground for him to get back on his feet. There was a heart-wrenching frustration in Fenrir’s actions that made Luna feel uncomfortable. Was she responsible for confusing him to such a degree?
“We are able to help you overcome your confusion, Fenri –“
“I am human, not a beast. Cars, cellphones, airplanes, the internet, tumblr, youtube, clothes, Equestria Daily, bronies… I am a human, a brony, this is not my body, this is not my world and this isn’t right, not right at all. Luna, can you look into these eyes and tell me my name? I can’t remember my name.”
Fenrir was ranting while glaring at the ground in front of him. He was standing still and staring down, but Luna could see how his muscles were straining under his thick fur. He was terrified by the confusion in his mind, but was too proud to openly show it. Breaking down like this in front of someone he didn’t recognize as worthy must have been making it a hundred times worse.
“Please, let us help. We never meant to cause you any discomfort.” Luna dared to take a step toward the wolf, but stopped as she noticed a slight, yet definite change in the wolf’s posture. His muscles relaxed and he stopped muttering nonsense. The great canine turned his yellow eyes toward her and although she didn’t see the murderous rage she had witnessed before, something about the wolf’s sudden calmness unnerved her.
“You… You are saying you did not mean harm, so it is perfectly logical to think that you are to blame for the harm already done. You are admitting your involvement in my current predicament; I hope you understand that, Luna.” Fenrir took a step toward her and although he sounded calm and was using a sophisticated form of speech, she still took a step back. There was something worrisome in the intensity of his gaze. “If you are pleading guilty to something other than bringing me here, in this spiteful beast, you better speak up, Socially Awkward Princess.”
“Please, you must understand, it was never meant to –“ Luna felt ashamed and couldn’t quite meet the wolf’s intense glare. That might have factored into the fact Fenrir was able to tackle her to the ground and pin her under one giant paw, but the speed the wolf moved suggested that he was not having trouble moving his limbs anymore.
“Do you think I care what the hell you meant to do?! You tore me from my own universe and transplanted me into the psyche of a homicidal canine! HOW IN THE SEVEN HELLS DID YOU THINK THAT WOULD WORK OUT?!” Spittle splattered on Luna’s face as the wolf barked at her in anger. It was becoming exceedingly hard to breathe, as the wolf was not in the state of mind where he would care if his weight was crushing her ribcage. Between gasping for breath and only seeing the hate-filled snarl of a gargantuan wolf, it was nearly impossible to muster the focus required for any kind of spell that could save her.
“Look at me! Look at me and see who I am!” Fenrir lifted the paw holding Luna down enough for her to breathe, but he was still keeping her pinned against the ground and she could just barely breathe. She blinked away tears and did what the wolf was insisting her to do. She looked into his eyes saw his anger, but she also saw fear and frustration. “You look into these eyes and tell me my name, Princess of the Night!”
“We comply! We will do as thou ask!” She was terrified at what the wolf would do if she refused his forceful request. She was the Princess of the Night, she had an innate affinity to understanding spells and powers dealing with the hidden part of the mind, mainly the part that dreamed. She had been able to teach her magic to a few unicorns with a similar affinity for it, but she was probably the only pony that could do what Fenrir was asking her to do. She fought hard to ignore her uncomfortable position and searched herself for the tranquility she needed to do what she needed. Fenrir was breathing heavily and the anger in his eyes had not lessened, but at least he had the presence of mind to allow her time to work.
Despite her more than distracting circumstances, she was able to calm herself enough by breathing in and out slowly. She was starting to see more and more nuances in the hate in Fenrir’s eyes. She was able to see more and more of the light behind those eyes; she was starting to see the construct of the wolf’s soul and mind within his gargantuan body. She saw frustration and fear behind those yellow eyes. What she saw was a confused and scared spirit pleading for help.
Luna’s breath slowed as she tried to deepen her trance. Names were usually the first thing in a consciousness, it permeated everything about it, gave it a form, set it apart from others. Names were important and she didn’t see one, other than “Fenrir”, she would have to look deeper to know for sure. Looking into a mind was like looking at a constantly moving and changing word puzzle, the only thing that jumped out at her was “Fenrir” for something the spirit called himself, but if she looked even a little deeper, there was nothing. It was like this spirit had no identity and “Fenrir” was treated as an alias. She had seen something akin to this with ponies after traumatizing events, amnesia, they called it, but for a spirit’s identity to be as lost as this…
Being torn from their home dimension and forced into a foreign psyche would certainly be traumatizing enough.
“Who am I?” The wolf’s booming voice distracted Luna out of her trance, but she thought to have seen another presence. She only caught it as she was jolted back into reality and the fury in Fenrir’s eyes returned full force. The spirit she had seen didn’t have that much anger in it. There was a thing of immense hatred surrounding and crushing the spirit. A wordless rage enveloping and seeping into the beautiful mind she had witnessed, perverting and unraveling it at the seams.
“I don’t’ know, I’m sorry.” Luna gasped out, before she was able to stop herself. Putting herself in such a trance weakened her to suggestion, so the wolf’s question circumvented her rational mind. She winced as the wolf’s paw pressed on her ribcage again. The gargantuan wolf was snarling at her, with spittle dripping from his huge fangs and onto her coat. She could only see the immense hate in his eyes now, she had to get out, before he tore her apart. She focused all of her fear and panic into a teleportation spell and could feel the magic rushing into her horn as Fenrir opened his jaws.
”YOU LYING BITCH! GET BACK HERE, YOU FUCKING MULE!” Luna heard Fenrir roaring out from somewhere within the forest as she reappeared in the air above it. Her chest ached, her cloak was torn and the fact she had nearly died was only starting to sink in. She flapped her wings to stay afloat and looked around in the forest below in a panic; she really didn’t want to lose sight of Fenrir. The wolf had gone silent and the sound of her wings sounded loud enough to be echoing off the mountainside. She had to get higher, out of the distance Fenrir was able to jump before –
Fenrir’s gargantuan body slammed into Luna’s side and she could hear how his jaws snapped shut, luckily biting down on her cloak instead of one of her wings. Fenrir was supernaturally powerful, but his jumping ability had a limit, as ridiculous that limit was. Fenrir started falling back down toward the ground, dragging the frantic Luna down with him. She was trying to unlatch her cloak and free her wings, but the latch was burying into her side with all the weight of Fenrir’s falling body, so it was a lot harder than you would think, even with alicorn magic.
She was sure she would not be given another chance to escape if Fenrir was able to bring her down to his domain again. He would dig his claws through her wings and snap her horn off with his jaws. He had proven to have the strength and cruelty to do something like that. The cold predatory anger in his eyes convinced her that he was capable of things worse than she could imagine. She tried bashing Fenrir’s snout with rays of magic, but all she got was an annoyed grunt and a quick flick of his neck to rattle her concentration.
Her cloak had been torn by Fenrir’s claws before and Luna could hear the tear spreading as the wolf jerked his head. She only had a few seconds before Fenrir would slam her body on to the ground, but shredding her cloak was her only chance at getting away. She fought against every pegasi instinct she had and folded her wings to her sides to avoid cutting through them as well. She didn’t have time to be fancy and the shard of moonlight she used to tear at her cloak nicked her coat once or twice, as she used her frantic mind to control the spell most natural to her. Her cloak was shredded and Luna flapped her wings madly to slow her decent, but she still crashed into the underbrush of the forest, despite her attempts.
Fenrir let out a long, wordless howl as he realized his prey had escaped and Luna struggled to get up and run. She was bleeding and she hadn’t fallen that far from where Fenrir did. There was no way the wolf’s keen senses couldn’t track her in the dark forest. Her breathing was ragged and her mind jumbled from her rough landing, so all she could was run and look for break in the trees to get airborne again. She couldn’t hear Fenrir following her, but she was not going make the mistake of stopping and trying to see if he was there. She was playing his game now, but stopping would only mean that he would win and she would die.
“Do you still think your jeweled crown gives you power over me?” Luna jerked and stumbled on a root as she heard Fenrir’s voice just right behind a tree she was about to pass. How could he have passed her without her knowing? What kind of game was he playing? She started running in the opposite direction, too scared to finish her thought properly.
“Do you feel in control?” Fenrir stepped out of the forest and blocked her path. Luna skidded on the slippery ground of the ancient forest and came to a stop only inches from Fenrir’s snarling muzzle. They were practically nose to nose and everything that wanted to live in Luna screamed at her to run, but she could only stand on her shaking legs and whimper as the hate in those yellow eyes bore into her.
“We… I wanted to do the right thing. My selfish wants robbed you of everything. We… I believe you deserve a chance, Fenrir.” Fenrir hadn’t killed her yet, she had to say these things before he did. She was too afraid to stop herself from talking now. “I have wronged you in such horrible ways, yet all of them just forgive me, not knowing anything…”
“You wanted me to know you, to understand what you had done to Fenrir beyond his own understanding.” Fenrir growled out, that all-encompassing anger subsiding for a moment. “You set out to pervert the nature of your most loyal follower, just so you could feel better about yourself?”
“No! No, that’s not what I… I couldn’t risk him continuing to fight his old war, my ancient mistake, I wished for him to understand. I never meant to bring harm to anyone. Please, I shall do everything in my power to make this right.” Luna noticed that she was begging, she was begging for her life in an ancient forest at night, muzzle to muzzle with her old compatriot.
“Discord opened the gates, but you let me roam free, after attempting to pervert everything that I am.” She couldn’t look away, but the sudden reappearance of that boundless hate made her flinch and made her hoofs shake more. There was so much hate in that glare that she was surprised she was not torn to pieces, with pieces of her mane tangled in Fenrir’s fangs, blood splattered everywhere. The mental image didn’t help her fear, at all. “I am starting to remember…”
“I am sorry…” Luna could feel herself shaking and she felt ashamed for it. She knew that such obvious signs of her fear only aggravated the wolf further, but everything he had done had driven her to the brink of her sanity. Everything about the wolf told her she was seconds away from being slaughtered horribly, yet he was having a somewhat civil conversation with her. She knew there was some kind of rationalization that could alleviate her fear, but she was too terrified to bring it to mind.
“I beg of thee... Spare my life. I do not wish for my sister to suffer further.” Fenrir responded to her plea by growling deep in his throat and inching his jaw open enough for Luna to smell the putrid stench of whatever living thing he’d slaughtered before. The great wolf hunched and pounced. Luna closed her eyes, too afraid to even think of fighting back, but was both relieved and terrified when she heard or felt nothing.
What had happened? Was Fenrir still glaring at her? Was he only waiting for her to open her eyes to make her even more frightened before killing her? She didn’t want to open her eyes, she really didn’t. If Fenrir was there, she was sure she would scream, but it would also be terrifying to notice that he wasn’t there, since she wouldn’t know where he would be coming from next.
It took her several minutes to gather up the courage to open her eyes. She didn’t hear anything move or breathe during that time, but she knew better than to trust her own senses when it came to Fenrir and hunting in the Dark. Fenrir was nowhere to be seen and the only thing that proved he had even been there were the four paw prints he’d left when she was snarling at her during their conversation. She was breathing heavily; her heart was beating in her ears, drowning out any of the small noises Fenrir could be making if he was still watching her. She could smell the sweat drenching her coat, so she couldn’t even smell his breathing if he was standing right next to her.
“I will do everything in my power to help you, to make this right! Please, believe me!” Luna shouted into the darkened forest. Her moon only served to deepen the shadows of the forest and gave Fenrir that much more places to hide. He was a wolf the size of a house, yet he could be hiding right under her nose and she wouldn’t know it. That in itself was enough to frighten her, but she didn’t know if Fenrir was playing with her, or if she had been spared from a horrible fate.
“When you re-embrace the Dark, you have my permission to try…” Fenrir’s voice called out from the forest. He was not right next to her, nor did he even try to frighten her, but even the fact she couldn’t see the great wolf, or know where he was, unnerved her immensely. At least she could deduce that she was free to go from his comment. Luna galloped to get the momentum to force her way through the foliage of the forest and took flight. She didn’t trust her concentration enough to teleport past the trees. She got a few new scrapes, but she was airborne and quickly ascending beyond the range Fenrir could jump.
She paused at an altitude she thought safe and glanced down at the forest. She had a feeling there was something she should say, but nothing came out of her mouth when she opened it. Was she planning on apologizing, or maybe reassuring that other entity she had imprisoned within Fenrir? What could she possibly say that would alleviate such a transgression?
“I… I promise to do better…” Luna stayed there, hovering high in the air and going over everything that had happened. The other one within Fenrir, the “human”, had lost himself within Fenrir’s blind hate and attacked her. Somewhere between dragging her down from the sky and confronting her in the forest he had regained his senses and had decided to use her fear to get honest answers out of her. She had been spared from a horrible fate by the two minds’ shared curiosity over how they’ve come to be.
She had hurt yet another innocent soul, all because of her own hubris. Why was it so hard to stop hurting the ponies and people around her?
She was shook out of her melancholy by Fenrir’s far-reaching howl gliding through the night. There was nothing else in existence that could howl in the way he did and Luna felt the sound scratching at some forgotten part of her. She beat her wings and headed toward Canterlot as Fenrir kept howling into the night, the forest under her howling, screeching and hissing to join the great beast. Nocturnal birds and bats flew up to screech and hoot, frenzied by Fenrir’s howl. They gathered around her, brushing against her coat and wings, attempting to spread their excitement onto her.
She didn’t know why, but she was terrified of joining in their reverie. She was sure something terrible would happen, that she would change into something darker, something completely egoistical and cruel.
Nightmare Moon. She could feel the familiar feeling of omnipotence sneaking into her bones. The dark purple in her mane whispered promises of greatness and Fenrir’s howl only served to drown out her rational mind and focus the voices she had made the mistake of listening once before. Things like mental conditions got all kinds of complicated and meta-physical when you were a physical presentation of a celestial object.
She couldn’t let Fenrir manipulate her in this way, she wasn’t this weak anymore. She started to channel every ounce of power into her horn and started thinking of home, her tower in Canterlot, that insignia on the floor, where the moon shone through the night. Teleportation spells were made easier if you knew the place you teleported to and if you happened to draw your power from something that saturated the place you were teleporting to through the night.
The world flashed into brilliant light and there was the oppressive feeling of magical energy surging through her before it disappeared. Reading new studies on what teleportation magic actually did to achieve instant translocation had made the act seem exceedingly creepy to her, but she was glad to be outside of Fenrir’s zone of influence. Her memory of the world before her time as Nightmare Moon was sketchy at best, but Fenrir’s control over other animals and the way he resonated with the darker part of her unnerved her.
Fenrir
“You didn’t have to do that.” Fenrir muttered to himself, The Liar was in control for now. There was nothing to hunt or kill, so fighting the obstinate thing for control served no purpose. The thing had proven to be stronger than Fenrir had given it credit. As soon as it had become aware of Fenrir’s influence over its actions, it had fought against him surprisingly well. Watching the pathetic Princess of the Night fly away was proof enough of that fact.
“Trying to instigate another Nightmare Moon transformation would only bring Celestia’s whole army down on you, along with the Elements.” Fenrir hoped he could hurt the Liar without bringing harm to his own body. It seemed like the Liar was only capable of lying and complaining. If he really though his actions would have brought such devastating consequences, then why hadn’t the Liar stopped him? “I refuse to spend the rest of my existence in a cage, just because you can’t control your fucking temper, Fenrir.”
“My body, try to stop me.” Fenrir forced his throat to growl out. The Liar was the one in control right at that minute, so it was hard to go around him. Fenrir felt his body fall limp over the sudden confusion in management, but the Liar was fast enough to take control again to spare them from falling on the ground.
“We can’t be mentally wrestling over every little thing. I would like to get rid of you as fast as possible, as well. You’ll have to work with me if we’re ever going to get this over with...” Fenrir felt his body walk over to a small cliff overlooking a part of the forest. The fall was deadly to a pony, but Fenrir’s body could take it easily. The Liar sat his body down and directed his eyes toward the starry sky. There were no clouds for pegasi to hide in, or anything else to eat or attack, so the reason the Liar did this was lost to Fenrir. “If only I knew why I’m here, in this body…”
“The Moon Princess tried to change me.” Fenrir had his body growl out. His body was sitting, so the following slouch was minimal.
“No, that’s not what I mean! Why am I here, in this world, why have I been brought here, at this specific moment? There has to be a reason for that, I’ll just have to find out what that is.” The Liar was having his body pace the edge of the cliff, looking down onto the forest. The Liar was getting agitated over this and Fenrir couldn’t understand it. “I’ve appeared here at this time and we’ve found our way to the Elements of Harmony, but Celestia was only concerned over if we hurt anypony…”
“There is no crisis happening right now, so is this an introduction of my character, an episode or two to let the audience see what kind of person I am?” The Liar was using the spell just barely, so the words sounded like a series of growls and snarls. You could say the Liar was muttering to himself. “I scared the CMC, talked my way out of that, Twilight helped me speak with a spell, probably wrote a letter. I got hungry and nearly killed Rainbow Dash, I ran into the CMC again…”
“The CMC represent children, and the second time I met them was in a dark forest… bowtie, red capes…” The Liar stopped his pacing and snapped Fenrir’s head toward the forest. He stayed quiet and still for a minute or so, only opening and closing Fenrir’s mouth a few times. “I kill dragons, I drench myself in its blood, there’s even a part of me that despises ponies…”
“That is not something for a children’s show… except…” The Liar paused yet again, this time turning Fenrir’s head from side to side and lolling his eyes every which way. The Liar had his body jump down from the cliff and Fenrir had to position his legs under him to stop the talkative idiot from breaking his neck. The Liar took control again and started running through the forest, toward the mountain in the Everfree. Fenrir could smell the rotting carcass of the dragon he’d slaughtered earlier and directed the Liar toward it. There was nothing else this way he could be running toward.
“Take the gems, the big wolf is howling! We have to go, we have to go!” The voice didn’t sound like it came from a pony, it was too gruff, compared to the voiced Fenrir had heard. The Liar inhaled deeply and Fenrir smelled the smell of scared canine and upturned earth. Both the smell and the voice were coming from the dragon’s lair, where its horde was. Had the Liar known these mutts would be here? Fenrir was not especially fond of gems or material possessions in general, but these weak little runts were stealing from him. He’d killed the dragon, he had claim to all of its possessions, not these dogs!
“Simmer down, let’s sneak closer to them.” The Liar tried to whisper in his voice, but the only thing that came out from Fenrir’s throat was a quiet growl. Still, Fenrir could hear it clearly enough, the Liar was using his body to speak, after all. The Liar hunched down and started moving forward. Fenrir stepped in to move his legs properly and land them on the right places, if the Liar noticed it; at least he didn’t make a fuss about the intrusion. The Liar snuck toward the lair, Fenrir rushing him along, since there was a breeze toward the mountain, so there was a chance the mutts could smell him coming.
“Wolf went back to the ponies. Left horde here, we can’t leave gems here. We take gems, we take care of them. Wolf not know.” The mutt’s voice was grating to Fenrir’s ears and only gave him one more reason to tear them limb from limb. He could see into the cave now. It seemed like the dogs had dug a tunnel into the floor to get past the bloodied entrance. The entrance to the tunnel was close enough to where Fenrir was for him to block their way out before they could get to it.
“I used to wonder why I was here, if I had a reason for being here.” The Liar spoke suddenly and the mutts froze at the sudden voice, just for a second, but long enough for the Liar to leisurely walk halfway to the hole in the floor. Fenrir stopped his body and turned toward the dogs, his body was now close enough to the hole on the floor and the exit of the cave to pounce at the dogs trying to run away, no matter which way they tried. Surprisingly, the Liar was still not complaining about the intrusion. “I tried to distract myself by interacting with them, thinking that the reason had to present itself at some point. You see, I love those ponies, I admire and respect them.”
“We give gems back, we take nothing. We don’t want to anger big wolf.” One of the dogs piped out. Fenrir could smell the fear from all three of them. The Liar took a few steps toward the dogs and Fenrir enjoyed the scared reactions this caused. The Liar was good at these kinds of things; Fenrir would have killed one by this point and would probably have two hysterical dogs to deal with. In contrast, the Liar had an extremely attentive audience, all because of a few well-placed words.
“I had this idea that if I could just hold on, if I could cling to my sanity just a while longer, then I could be part of something good. I actually thought the feral part of me was only to test my resolve, my trial by fire, you might say.” The dogs were trying to slink away while the Liar was entranced by his own words, so Fenrir had to step in and freeze them in place with an aggressive bark. They yelped and whimpered at the thundering echo in the cave they were in.
“We sorry, we sorry!” The dogs hollered and the Liar only looked at the three whimpering forms in front of him. He took a few steps toward them again and the dogs showed subjugation by bowing with their hands stretched out, revealing their necks. The Liar probably wasn’t aware of this, but the gesture stopped Fenrir from killing them.
“You see, my mistake was in thinking that it was about me, but it’s about the show, it’s always been about the show. Tell me, Diamond Dogs, what role could a wolf capable of slaughtering dragons play in a pony show, aimed at children?” The Liar leaned his head down toward the dogs and waited for the dogs to gather enough courage to raise their heads. They looked at each other and whispered amongst themselves, trying their best to answer the Liar’s question right.
“The bad guy… great wolf, sir.” The small dog piped out, being ushered in front of the two larger ones to give the Diamond Dog’s answer. Fenrir could feel the Liar stretching his lips into that snarl he was so fond of. Fenrir had not quite understood its meaning, but the ponies had been doing a lot of the same, so he chalked it up to a herbivore thing. The dogs reacted like carnivores should, by getting nervous at the sight of his fangs.
“You are exactly right, Spot.” The smaller dog, along with the two bigger ones was surprised by the Liar knowing Spot’s name. The Liar used this chance to hunch down and lunge at one of the bigger ones and Fenrir had to correct the posture of his body and the way his jaw was positioned. The angle was awkward, so Fenrir was only able to grab the grey one by one of the elongated forearms. The Liar had been going for the throat, so Fenrir reasoned he would not have anything against killing the dog.
Fenrir took a quick step back and whipped his head to the side with all his considerable strength. The dog’s forearm had too much bone to eat quick enough right there, so Fenrir worked it free from his fangs with his tongue and positioned his body back in front of the two remaining dogs, dropping the mangled arm at their feet. Killing one of a group savagely was a scare tactic Fenrir was well acquainted with, but the Liar’s way of using it was especially effective, judging from the looks of sheer terror on the two surviving dogs.
“From this point on, the Diamond Dogs work for me, you come to me when called and you do exactly what I tell you to, or I’ll tear your legs off and watch you bleed out, understood?” The Liar growled out, the dogs nodding their head vehemently in agreement. They were ready to do pretty much anything to leave the cave alive, but Fenrir had a feeling the Liar had definitely made it clear he was the alpha of their little pack now. “Now pick up the pieces of your friend and go back to your pack. Tell them all to come to the clearing in front of this cave at first light, or suffer a fate worse than that of Fido here. anyone not present shall be hunted down.”
The Liar turned his back to the dogs and walked out of the cave and out into the clearing. He walked past the dragon’s carcass and into the forest. The Liar didn’t seem to have a destination in mind, but Fenrir remembered there being a stream between the cave and the way to Sweet Apple Acres, so he directed the Liar’s steps toward it. They reached the stream and the Liar bent down to wash off the Diamond Dog’s blood, as Fenrir had thought he would. The Liar stopped to look at Fenrir’s reflection after most of the blood had been washed off.
“Fenrir, I know you would not stop hating ponies, no matter what I did. That is something neither one of us can change, but I have no qualms about that, not anymore.” The Liar spread his lips into that strange snarl again before continuing. “It’s funny when I think about how I didn’t see it before; you’re literally the Big Bad Wolf. You are the oldest archetype of a villain there is, but you on your own are a rather cliché villain. So, I propose a deal to you, Fenrir; let me play the villain the way I want and I will make sure your Dark is restored, along with your pack.”
The Liar was making a lot of promises and even proposed going against the ponies he’d claimed to adore, but the Liar had proven to be better suited to surviving in this world, filled to the brim with peace loving ponies and creatures of Light. The Liar’s actions in the cave and the way he had talked to the Moon Princess proved he at least understood the Dark, so Fenrir was ready to believe him. He didn’t know how the Liar was planning on bringing his pack and the Dark back, but he didn’t understand a lot of things about the Liar. There was nothing Fenrir could lose from agreeing to the Liar’s proposition and much he could gain.
“I agree to your terms.” Fenrir had his body growl out through the pony magic. The Liar nodded his head once, before starting to run toward Sweet Apple Acres. The ponies could become suspicious if Fenrir slept in the forest, after the Liar had asked Applejack for lodging. Apart from the pegasi hiding in the errant cloud above the barn, there were no ponies to witness Fenrir sneaking back into the barn. Fenrir could hear the pegasi coming down from the cloud after he settled down to rest and then flying back up. Those sneaky ponies were annoying and now there was one right above the barn he was sleeping on.
The Liar would have to think of a way to either dispose of the flying horse, or sneak to the cave without it seeing for them to meet with the Diamond Dogs.
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Another chapter Hooray
Lol Gordon freeman wanna go hit some head crabs? Welp anyways imah faving cuz I feeeeeeelz like itz
ITS FUCKING HERE
Excellent way to depict "The Liar" and Fenrir. I'm rather enjoying this.
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Dude, dude... stop being hig as a kite... it's getting kinda creepy.
And now I'm sad i finished the chapter :(
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Hah, suomalaine brony sattunu sekaan. Tämäpä mukava yllätys... Jatka vaan lukemista ja kerro mitä mieltä olet tarinasta tähän mennessä, ois kiva vähä hämmentää internationaalista yleisöäni. On kyllä ollu pitkä aika kun on viimeks pitäny kirjottaa suomeks mittään, joten näköjään puskee muuten aika huomaamaton murre läpi.
Muuten, en tajua mihin vertaat, fanifictioon ehkä?
Well now, that seems to fill some of the plot holes in.
Namely the whole Escape from Tarturus thing.
Finally a new chapter and you shall have a dance party for it!
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Excellent. In the past I would have cried out that there is always room for anyone on the good side, no matter how big and/or bad they feel they must be, but recently I have become enamored with the idea of a morally ambiguous person pretending to be bad for a noble purpose. I'm looking forward to seeing how this plays out. (Please don't kill anypony though.)
so now we've got a giant, cunning wolf who's excellent at maniupulation, with a small army of enormous dogs for minions. and he's a villain because he's aware that, meta-wise, he must be.
i can honestly say that this is unique
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Thank you, that's what I was going for. Uniqueness, I mean, it took about a few months of rolling around in my head while I watched Pony and played Dark Souls.
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KEEP READING VALIANT CRUSADER!
CANTERLOCK IS KINDA LOCKED, I BEG THOU'S FORGIVENESS!
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YEEESSSSSSssssssssss
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moooaaarrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!
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p.s- i would have died before hurting anypony
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Epic chapter!
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Then you should probably put it back for people who are just now finding it (seriously, you can't expect to never get a new reader).
I was excited when I saw this in the feature box, but I was just disappointed after looking through the comments. So he's basically an OC who makes poor decisions which makes things more complicated than they have to be, while slowly being taken over by another mythological character that was added for more drama.
I've got to agree with the others that if that was your intent from the start, why have the guy in the first place?
Oh well, at least I found out before I started reading. You should really add the tags you plan on showing at the start. I'm just glad you at least kept the Dark tag, because if you had put that in later as well then I wouldn't have found out until several chapters in.
new chapter awesome
LOVE THIS STORY!!
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I hope you at least read the chapters, since that's not what the story is, at all... I think... well, some parts, but...
Batman references... Me likey
Fenrir now has an entire Diamond Dog pack under his control. Oh, the possibilities!
Sowwy c; My Personality that i wike to keep is cwazy c: so meybe you should do your research on the name c:
I had to stop myself from grinning like a maniac
while reading this chapter.
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Why? Because of the obvious Bane references you fuckers wanted, or some other reason?
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Dang... this has awesomeness on so many levels, it's as if Zeus himself allowed me to bank at his table upon Olympus, to gaze upon this story is to receive the ultimate gift of knowledge. Anyway enough praise, I begin to emphasize on how much I love the way you made the Liars character work. He's not some weak human who has to cry and watch from the sidelines, no... he has power and is show as the symbol of one. I can't but question however, does Fenrir has access to the Liar's mind?
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The way it works is that Fenrir and the Liar are merging. The Liar is becoming a full-blown sociopath and Fenir's intelligence is growing. The Liar still has all of his knowledge and ingenuity, but Fenrir's influence is changing him and Fenrir.
Grr. I'm disappointed. ... Well, I hope that Liar studied Evil Overlord List and will use it.
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Nope, but things will happen.
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Bad things?
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A friend I shared said things with says they can be categorized as things that induce "ALL OF THE FEELS"
Behold Honored Adversaries, We are the Instruments of Your Joyful Deaths...
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Also this:
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I just realized that Fenrir is like the villain from Wolf's Rain, only reversed. As where that guy is a human that is becoming a wolf because of one small part of a wolf in him, Fenrir is becoming more and more alike a human, because of the human mind in him...
Kinda freaky, since I haven't watched that show for years and at least consciously forgot about that guy. Awesome show, though and one of my favorites...
Damn, I gotta catch up on some anime when I get the chance, any suggestions?
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Bleach is a solid series, and if you like wolves, Spice and Wolf is great stuff.
As for Wolf's Rain, the end scene in which Darcia and Kiba fight made me feel feels as a child I had never felt before. Well, at least since Mufasa's death in the Lion King. I mean, Jesus.
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*Sigh* Well, I'll see.
The problem is that if it is for the show it will be stupid the same way second episode was. It was good show, but from within it was... I have no words. And unlike cartoon, text makes it impossible to ignore idiocy of the acts.
Another problem is, that Big Bad Wolf is truly old and cliche archetype. And very straight. I'd prefer poisonous corrupter. Does someone remember Devil from Devil's Advocate? And CMC's with eightpoint star will look truly charming =))))
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>Damn, I gotta catch up on some anime when I get the chance, any suggestions?
I'd recommend Jormungand. Second season started already.
I re-read and - Oooo!! - what I found!
>Looking into a mind was like looking at a constantly moving and changing word puzzle
Does Luna remembered it? Is it possible to apply this trope http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AMindIsATerribleThingToRead here? Please, please, pretty please! *jumping* You see, human are not present in Equestria and should have mindset that is completely alien to natives. And humans are really nasty when are to inflict pain and suffering and can become heartless to the point where actual Fenrir will be stunned by terror.
A story where the main character is the bad guy voluntarily awsome.
"TASTE THE RAINBOW MOTHAFUCKA! ╭∩╮（￣▽￣）╭∩╮"
I love the way you show how Fenrir and "The Liar" think, they think like they should while still being logical and flowing with the story. Excellent
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Actually, why the brony is so antagonistic and has such sudden bouts of anger toward ponies is explained in the latest chapter.
Somewhat.
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I just think this picture is hilarious, so don't get butthurt. Thanks for pointing that out, I'll see to finding it and fixing it.
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Okay... read the remaining two chapters too. Interesting developments you've got there, and they do explain how the protagonist come to be. I guess any remaining 'weird' feelings is down to personal taste and/or having watched some Humans recently which caused me to be kinda full with the meta-ry 'willing villain card carrier' concept. So don't take this too seriously, the change in pace / reveal in Chp.6 is quite good with me already. Will continue to see what would happen.
SOOOOO CONFUSED!!! DAFUQ IS HAPPENING? I like this story, but admit I'm confused.
Damn.... I seriously regret putting off reading the latest chapter.
So deep and complex and awesome and great and and AND AND!
Oh and I'm sad for Mr.Brony The Liar, pretty depressing and unfair situation for him.
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Yeah, The Liar's situation is pretty unfair, but that's what I've been aiming for with everything that's happened. With everything he's done, or narrowly avoided doing, he doesn't have any other chance than to manage his darker side.
I will not spoiler you any further.
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