When a pegasi turns werepony, she wonders if her friends, her family, will accept her again.
She groaned holding her head, pain swarming. "Ugh..What happened..?" What HAD happened? all she remembered was a sharp pain of scratches and bites, and being forced to the ground. She blinked a white cloudiness from her eyes, staring up to the night sky. She didn't feel pain anymore, nor did she smell blood. She forced down the scream that was rising in her chest when she looked at what used to be her fore-hooves. Instead, they were large, fluffy paws, with black claws that curled at the tip. She blinked, raising her head to the moon, which was full and glowing brightly with the rays of night. What WAS she...?
[Alright, sorry for not being on in SUCH a long time, losta stuffos goin' on. But here's some info:
Willight Robinbine is my Pre-Reader
And the Story will go on LONG hiatuses because of me being busy with school and such.]
Harsh hoofbeats cantered about in the town square, different ponies tried to persuade others to buy their wares, standing in wooden stands. One bright pony stood out from the rest, black saddlebags with grey heart buttons slightly jingled with the sound of bits while the rest thumped with other items. She trotted to a specific orange ponies' stand, shuffling into the line while the country accented pony gave fresh-smelling fritters to a dark pinkish pony, the PonyVille teacher to be exact, Miss Cheerilee.
"Next!" The country pony called, the white pegasus trotting up, hearing the scraping of claws of a griffin behind her. Her wings shuffled, blinking at the mares' kind, green eyes
"What would'ja like, sugarcube?" She said, waiting a moment for her answer.
"Five apple turnovers and a couple jars of apple jam please." She simply said, opening her bags.
"That'll be ten bits." The trade mare pushed over the pastries and jars, taking the metal coins that clacked and rang with a joyous tone as they fell onto the table.
"Thank you, Applejack." She said, gently setting the fragile glass jars next to the warm, triangular delights in her bags, moving to close the bags up.
"No problem! Next!" Applejack called, light yellow tail swaying in the soft breeze that brushed against the square.
The pegasus quickly trotted away, walking far away from the other ponies, mares and gentlecolts alike, she ducked her head when few called her out, trying to get her attention, hiding her soft, short muzzled face from the shouts. She soon reached away from the loud voices, and the clatter of the day. She trotted farther than any wise pony would go, past the quiet town, besides the quiet voices of late wakers, some out on the street, others just opening their windows to the soft, warm welcome of the sun. She quickly walked through the soft grasses of reaching forest, into the forest that the yellow, soft-voiced Fluttershy lived, though far away from the gentle mares' home. She came to a slow trot, avoiding oncoming brambles and thorns, the more, and hard-bearing the sun became, less and less leaves on the trees as the dark, seemingly dead branches as they spiked out every which way, like large, sharp thorns ready to fall.
She soon reached a small, shabby, but warm thatch, her home. She trotted in, setting down the saddlebags as she laid on the cool, dirt floor, sighing with relief. A small fire was started near the corner, a hole made for it to escape, light, gray smoke escaped, far away from the sensitive Angel Bunny that lived with Fluttershy, who seemed always to be grumpy and want something, like a toddler.
She slowly stood up, walking out, making sure that her little home was safe from any luring predators that would be attracted to the smoke. She soon moved out to a river, the only clear thing in what seemed the dark, and dead, dreary forest. She gazed in, her short, white fur, and similar mane with a green-mint colored streak running down the middle. Her hooves, a silvery-grey color with a short, fluffy end that only ones with a royal heritage had, which she assumed she had. Her muzzle, a strange, scrunched in and short type, unlike others, which had a slightly longer, more straight type, from not breaking it in multiple fights. Her eyes, a pale, milky blue, blurred around the pupils, shining in reflection of the sun.
She blinked, gazing as her tail swung into her lap. That was the only thing unnatural. It seemed..connected to her main fur, the same, glossy color, but spikier and rougher, with dark, silver streaks. She raised a fore-leg, gazing at it. She had the same fluff around it, yet..it was a rounded, fluffy, and light paw. Both of them were, having short, but sharp, black claws at the end of three, large toes, a small dewclaw at the side facing towards her chest. She watched in the river as her snout changed from it's original, scrunched form, straightening out and forming a black, wet nose atop it, two canine, vampirish fangs stretched out from her lips, her jaws opening to reveal more canaric teeth than a ponies' flat molars.
She stood up, much sleeker than before, filled with energy, and a craving..a craving for meat. She looked around, silently trotting towards her hut, pausing at a soft growl turning to see a timberwolf, crouching low, but letting out cautionary growls. Her pupils shifted from their round form to a smaller, more ovalish one, as she stepped forward, she gazed at the favoring paw, taking it with a fore paw. She had become a monster on the outside, but she still was a pony on the inside, looking at the paw with care, she placed it down, just a minor thorn injury, she turned around as the wolf ran away, heading to her home.
As she entered inside, she came to an area where she pulled out preserved meat, a chicken, that was dying of a timberwolf attack, she put out of it's misery a while ago. Her teeth dug into the slightly dried, but flavorful meat, as she tugged chunks off, and slowly ate, protective of her food. Her ears pricked and tail moved with caution as she looked at the entrance, staying in that position until done. Her head lilted down as she finished and licked her red tinted lips, laying down and curling near the welcoming fire, head rested on her paws as her ears folded back, looking above at the coming, silver light. The grace of the moon covered the land, coating it in a light, iridescent glow. Her eyes watched as the crescent moved above, her tail twitching as it stopped. she stood up, gazing over her body. The sleek curves, the dog-ish tail, her claws, and finally..her cutie mark. It was a howling wolf with a song note behind it. The meaning of her name..Wolf Song.
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.
