Irish Mist

Lands on the windowsill of the bakery and opens it up, moving inside and finding her a place to rest before setting her down. "Now don't try anything crazy like that again lass, least until you've gotten some rest. I'll go see if I can find anything to help." heading downstairs to ask Guardian. Upon reaching the stairs he stops, seeing the new pony in the room, and almost instantly recognizing him from the color of his mane and the blood on his lips as the 'cow-eater'.

@IIFlyingGraceII, "Shit." he says, seeing Betta drop from the sky like a brick. Without thinking, he makes a dash to catch her. He hit his full speed, matching hers before moving closer, and closer. The ground quickly coming up on the to he makes a final push and swoops underneath her, catching her in his arms and flying her back above the rooftops. Trying to compensate for the added weight he begins to take her back to the bakery to rest her wings. As he does, he says with a light chuckle, "I may be 'n asshole, but at least I'm faster than any fallin' pony."

"Can't just let a kid like that fly off with wings that bad." as he takes off from the ground and flies after. He manages catching up with rather quickly due to the state her wings are in and positioning himself infront of her, blocking her route. @IIFlyingGraceII, "Well aren't you the high and noble type." arms crossed with a smug look on his face "What did you expect, us to just let some wandering pony in from the streets without a second glance, and one who was carrying a weapon no doubt." takes a long breath and looks at her and then look off to the side "Maybe all the time I've spent alone just kind made me become un-trusting of others or just unfamiliar with how other think." sighs as he turns back to her "Maybe I'm not the best gryphon out there, but maybe you can give me one more chance, alright? Besides, from the looks of it, you won't last much longer with your wings like that." seeing how badly torn up her wings are. "Think of it as a win-win." he says with a smile.

And with a flash of light the mysterious unicorn was gone. Hunter flapped around for a bit, trying to see if he could spot him, but realizing he was exposed he decided to land on nearby buildings roof. "Bloody unicorns and your teleportation magic." This wasn't like anything he had ever seen, and this unicorn could be trouble if he was as psychotic as he looked. He needed to get back and warn the others, just to make sure they were ready if this unicorn ever came back. Taking to the air, he quickly makes his way towards the others. As he makes his way closer to the bakery he makes out Betta walking out. He lands a in-front of her blocking her path with his wings outstretched. "Decided to leave so soon hu?" somewhat curious.

Burn After Reading, great movie that I think confused itself. lol

Hunter tilts his head away from Betta and looks out the window, seeing a billow of smoke rising in the distance. "I don't know what that was, but I need to get check it out." walking towards the door and taking his rifle off his shoulder. Before he leaves he turns to Guardian. "Keep an eye on this one, I don't think she's going to cause too much trouble but hey, you can never be sure." walking outside before taking off, heading in the direction of the explosion. It wasn't a hard blast to track seeing as it's smoke trail reached higher than the clouds and the impact crater was the size of a house. He continued to hover, not wanting to give whoever this was the upper hand in the situation. He began to survey the surrounding but almost immediately noticed the disemboweled corpse of the cow off in the pasture with what looked like a trotter eating away, though this seemed rather odd, Hunter had never seen a trotter for for a cow before. He aimed his rifle at his head, hoping that if he was somehow just a regular pony that he would buy that his gun was loaded. "Oi! Cow eater, why don't you turn around and show me your face." he shouted out, keeping a steady bead on him from up in the air.

@GameytheGeemer Oh, sorry XD I'm all caught up in the Sugar Cube Corner conflict. I modified my last post but you need to get closer man. Can't really do much with you off in the distance, eating cows. lol

@IIFlyingGraceII Drops his guard a bit as the belt slides over to him. "I'm not sure who she is Guardian, care to tell us?" pulling the belt under his talons and waiting for an answer and putting his rifle back onto his back. "And if you're after food, all we have are cupcakes." suddenly, he hears a loud explosion off in the distance, a little to close for comfort. "Hu... one of your 'friends'?" he asks Betta, now slightly suspicious.

"Hi....." checking her over, making sure she wasn't hiding a weapon. If she was she could have always shot first but maybe he caught her by surprise. He didn't want to make a move for his rifle since she may beat him to it. He could beat her in the air but ponies tended to be faster on their feet.

Silent Hill Revelation Though it's also one of my favorites, just because of how much I love the Silent Hill series and all the things wrong with it.

From all that happened in the basement and the tight space of this bakery. Trying to pace it out, he just walks in circles around the kitchen, making glances over to the basement. He begins to find himself getting more and more agitated with each glace. All he wants to get out there and stretch his wings but that would just drawl unneeded attention and might bring some of the trotters dangerously close. He tries to calm himself down but he can't get the feeling out of his head that he's trapped in a cage. He tries to move back into the entrance area, maybe the extra room will help ease him up a bit. Suddenly there is another pony standing there looking back at him.

He lays there for a second and catches his breath, looking over at the trotter, who's still struggling to stand and then over to Guardian. s "And here I was thinking you were making all that up about being my pony shield." with a light chuckle. Standing to his feet he picked up his weapon and walked over to the trotter, moaning and making fleeting grasps at him. A light snare emanates across his face as he tightens his talons he takes one good swing at the trotters face, dislocating it's jaw; nearly knocking it clean off. "That was for knocking me to the ground." taking his piece of wood in his hand and tightening his grip before wailing away on the trotter, until there is nearly nothing left of it's head. Taking several deep breaths and dropping the plank of wood to the floor he starts to head back upstairs, not bothering to look around here anymore, just in-case there were more of them lurking in the dark corners of the room. The confined nature of the room was already as much as he could handle.

Sneaks one of the cupcakes into his pack, may be useful down the line before heading over to the stairs. He takes a quick glace up and proceeds up a few steps making sure he can't hear anything. "You go get setup, I'm going to barricade the door since I don't think I want my brains on the menu tonight." leaping over the banister and looking around for something heavy to hold the door up with. Not much to hold the door shut and the candy cane pillars might be the only thing holding the second floor up so Hunter makes due with what he can find lying around. A few broken tables and a cash register. He started to wonder if there were any shelves or something larger in the basement. He walked over to the entrance and peered down. Taking a deep breath and picking up a nearby scrap of wood, he took a few steps into the darkness of the basement. Find a light switch near the top he tried to flick it on and get a little illumination, but to no luck. "Well of course." he mumbled to himself as he attempted to navigate down the stairs with only the light coming in from above. Suddenly, the floor seemed to pull away as he lost his balance on some of the blood across the stairs and he made a quick decent into the floor below, face first as luck would have it. A bit dazed he tried to regain his balance, but as he did, he began to hear something moving in the darkness. Trying to find his stick while keeping his head forward, even though it was too dark to even make out what was two feet in-front of him he tried to keep calm and make his way back up the stairs. Then without warning he was on the ground again, with a loud thud and a bright yellow trotter positioned onto of him, the only thing keeping the beasts jaws from him was his front arm, the other desperately trying to find his weapon.

Hunter suddenly put his back to wall as he saw his companion vibrating his way across the floor like some kind of possessed break-dancing diamond dog. Trotters were one thing, but seeing your partner break down and turn into this was very unsettling. "This is why oi avoided the cupcakes lad." making his way the counter top as he watched Guardian put on quite a show. Tapping him with the stock of his rifle every now and then just to make sure he was still alive. "Jist don't die on me." (I decided to stop doing the extreme Irish/Scottish accent, I'll just keep it to a minimum so everyone can understand.)

3715 Keep up the pace guys!

@Rokkurin Hunter waled up to the entrance of the bakery, giving the door a firm shove without the door giving much of a budge; it seems that it had been barricaded from the inside. Though the door did give way slightly, showing that it was poorly, or hastily thrown together. Taking a few steps back he rammed the door with his shoulder, bursting through the door and causing it to almost break from it's hinges. As he rubbed his shoulder he quickly began to examine the room, seeing the dust decor and old fallen apart walls that looked as unkempt as the rest of this town. The only noticeable feature was the blood trail leading into the kitchen. He began to cautiously look around making his way slowly to the back room, hoping to find something good to eat and not something that wanted to eat him. Unfortunately, most of what was left was either rotten, or so sugary that it had somehow outlasted even the buildings themselves, and the very thought made Hunter slightly sick to his stomach. The room looked worse off then the rest, to the point where it looked like some kind of fight went down here. The blood trail vanished down into the dark depths of the basement. He tried to gaze down into it's depths but couldn't see any movement or hear any moaning, so hopefully whatever rolled down there is long since dead. He also noticed another set of stairs off to the side leading to some upper floor, maybe a good place to setup a shelter, at least until they find something more suitable.

Sounds like fun. Mind if I join with Hunter?

I'd be up for this. I only have Hunter though (gryphon oc) That work?

"De pleasure's al' mine. Yer can jist call me Hunter." with a smirk. "Nigh oi think it wud be a gran' idea if we 'eaded inside. you're lookin' weak as a dog an' i'd 'ate to be caught oyt 'ere at night." looking around for a second, trying to find a home in decent enough condition to barricade for the night. Most were torn up with shattered windows or doors broken off their hings. The only one that looked even the least bit promising was the old bakery with it's cupcake decorated room. Not the best option, but it would have to do. He began to slowly walk over and turned to his new pony shield. "Well, you comin lad?"

"'mm, oi guess 'avin' someone ter take a bullet for me cud always come in 'andy. Guess you got yourself a deal boyo. You're quite the business paddy." as he rolls the apple over to Guardian and stands back to his feet, taking another one of the apple out of his pack and tossing it over.

"Ah, grub, well oi jist so 'appen to have these three apples. But nigh, dare is a tiny bit av a problem lad." as he gets down on the ground to match eye level, playing with one of the apples with his talon. "Ain't pure polite ter jist take withoyt givin' anythin' in return. so waaat wud de starvin' pony care ter offer in trade? a wee bit av anythin' wud be a wonder." with a cocky smile.