09-14-2017, 07:33 AM
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She had been picking her way through the woods when it happened. She scented it first. It smelled like a decaying carcass, mixed with the scent of a skunk that had been threatened. Almost like a rotten egg. Also burnt. She couldn't figure out exactly what it was. She had stopped, barely breathing and listening. It was almost as if the ground shook beneath her hooves and she quickly moved to a more open landscape. Whatever emitted that smell was nothing that Asp truly wanted to deal with. Her compact body shot off towards the Field. Anywhere to get away from it, but the shaking ground only followed her.
Her eyes were wide when they stepped out of the forest and into the Field.
Wolves.
But these were not like any wolf she had encountered before, these glowed and seemed to not be of this world. What magic was this? She squeals in defiance, as a voice echos in her head and the empty feel penetrates her being. Asp was not one to go down without a fight. They slowly circled her, and she felt the air warm as they got closer. She lowered her head and swung the sharp horn around raking the side of one of Carnage's monstrosities. She had not been here long enough to know of the dark God. She had not been here long enough to know much of anything. But the burning, the smell of her own hair singed was enough to know that this fight was more than what she could take on by herself.
And so she ran with the wolves nipping at her heals, charging as they encircled her enough to perhaps startle them for the briefest of moments. Asp was positive that this would be the end of her and she did not appreciate that. Anger surged beneath the liver chestnut spotted pelt mixed with the mortal fear of death. All it did was lengthen her strides and blind her to the fact that they were herding her.
When they stopped, she stopped, her nostrils flaring and brain barely registering that she had run herself into hell. The voice that shook her bones now echoing louder than anything else. Come and be transformed. More ominous words than Asp could ever guess.
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(<3 torturing my pretties. Also will give her a reason to be a bad pony! Game on!)
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She had been picking her way through the woods when it happened. She scented it first. It smelled like a decaying carcass, mixed with the scent of a skunk that had been threatened. Almost like a rotten egg. Also burnt. She couldn't figure out exactly what it was. She had stopped, barely breathing and listening. It was almost as if the ground shook beneath her hooves and she quickly moved to a more open landscape. Whatever emitted that smell was nothing that Asp truly wanted to deal with. Her compact body shot off towards the Field. Anywhere to get away from it, but the shaking ground only followed her.
Her eyes were wide when they stepped out of the forest and into the Field.
Wolves.
But these were not like any wolf she had encountered before, these glowed and seemed to not be of this world. What magic was this? She squeals in defiance, as a voice echos in her head and the empty feel penetrates her being. Asp was not one to go down without a fight. They slowly circled her, and she felt the air warm as they got closer. She lowered her head and swung the sharp horn around raking the side of one of Carnage's monstrosities. She had not been here long enough to know of the dark God. She had not been here long enough to know much of anything. But the burning, the smell of her own hair singed was enough to know that this fight was more than what she could take on by herself.
And so she ran with the wolves nipping at her heals, charging as they encircled her enough to perhaps startle them for the briefest of moments. Asp was positive that this would be the end of her and she did not appreciate that. Anger surged beneath the liver chestnut spotted pelt mixed with the mortal fear of death. All it did was lengthen her strides and blind her to the fact that they were herding her.
When they stopped, she stopped, her nostrils flaring and brain barely registering that she had run herself into hell. The voice that shook her bones now echoing louder than anything else. Come and be transformed. More ominous words than Asp could ever guess.
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(<3 torturing my pretties. Also will give her a reason to be a bad pony! Game on!)