MarionEtte136

I shuffle around, muttering to myself, and a a very brief utterances along the lines of "She can''t... I'm homeless..." become audible, as I search for a way to explain my situation. Maybe I can get some decent sleep in the jail cell... I haven't had a good night's sleep since the Seventeenth Lunar War... I think to myself, considering if I should just let her know I'm without a home, and could get a decent bed at the jail. I wouldn't need any meals, considering my biology, so that wouldn't cost them anything...

I stare, slack-jawed, into her face. "Bu- ... You ha- ..." I sigh, resigning myself to defeat. "You just collected it as evidence..." I look away, blushing. "P- ... Please don't look at it..." I beg desperately, avoiding eye contact, hiding my face with my hooves. I didn't have the opportunity to close the tab... It still has the latest episode of My Little Humans queued!

I sneak around, listening in on the conversations. I catch mention of the bat pony, and become shadows, to listen in, unperturbed. A batpony, eh? It's been awhile since I've encountered one... Not since the 89th Invasion of Nightmare Moon... Maybe I should just listen in, see shat needs to be done... I drift off, spreading myself throughout the house, so I can monitor everything, feeding off the hatred and fear I encounter along the way.

At this point, my wounds have completely healed, and I'm now at full magic, my avarice at it's peak. "So, what's going on around here? Are those what I THINK they are?" My eyes focus on the Elements of Harmony in their tree. "And, what are you doing, Prince?" I, somehow, manage to say "Prince" as some might say "cur".

Alright. That helps a lot. Hmm... This should prove interesting...

Thanks! I still have no idea where I woke up at...

It quickly becomes apparent that he's healing faster; as his high degree of burns seem to already be healing over, even though his coat is still burning. In only a few hours, I should- I stop thinking to myself. Oh, my... This is a veritable BUFFET around me... I might not have to rest at all! So much hatred... I could just STUFF myself FULL! I begin to feed off the nearby hatred, gorging myself on the alicorn's in particular, as everyone (with the apparent absence of Missklang) around me starts feeling a draining sensation. My wounds start closing up much faster.

Luckily for Marion, he left very little to go off of. He was transformed during the event, and had enchanted somthing in the main hall with the Door of Fear spell, preventing witnesses. Fortunately, it could be disabled remotely, so he doesn't have to worry about that. However, something he DOES know might give him away, is that, no matter the form he takes, if it has a horn, it's going to be his own. And there was one witness, who might account for his prescence; a little girl across the street. Fortunately for her, he doesn't know this. Just like her, then, to go report what happened. In the report, is a description of a horn: curved, smooth, black, and fading to scarlet at the tip. Also, a description of eyes: scarlet irises, green scelera, purple mist radiating from the outer corners, pupils being black slits. A mouth: full of sharp teeth. Otherwise, a thing of shadows. The murder appears to be shock; a heart attack in an elderly pony.

The weakened, semiconscious stallion attempts to concentrate on a spell, but his smooth, curved, black horn that fades into crimson near the tip doesn't hold the aura, not having enough to cast a spell. Exhausted by the effort, he slinks into sleep, his aura of Disharmony only growing, an obvious canidate for Elements of Disharmony. Suddenly, it all concenrates into pure avarice, a malicious hunger for something, and a willingness to do anything in order to get it. At the moment, however, that thing seems to be rest. In that moment, his smooth, curved, black horn that fades into scarlet at the tip starts to glow, but is incapable of holding the aura. Exhausted by the effort, I seem to radiate an avarice incredibly potent, craving for something with an inescapable willingness to do anything to get it. Oddly, however, is that that thing appears to be sleep.

We'll both be making refferences once I'm awake... Perhaps, we'll be able to pull a Discord with a Metal Gear reference? Remember the box from Make New Friends But Keep Discord?

In the midst of Missklang's confusion, a green, fiery Rift appears, allowing a thing of shadow to fall through. It hits the ground, taking on the form of a steel grey stallion, with messy iron grey mane and tail. His eyes goesfrom obvious use of dark magic, to azure. His vest and tattered cloak are a royal purple, as is his tie. A pair of glasses frame his eyes, which contain a darkness possessed of serial killers, or war veterans who enjoyed their work. His form is weakened, burnt, and smouldering. In fact, his mere prescence causes anypony with the ability to sense Chaos, Dark Magic, and Disharmony to have their sense bombarded with input of all three. From the other side of the Rift, before it closes, can be heard the sound of a one-way battle, and a door breaking down.

It's time...

Well, I'm a bit selfish, so that's a thing... More than a bit, in point of actual fact... I might even get to pull some Yandere, if I'm lucky... "Your Princess is in another castle," indeed...

I blush, realising my mistake. Perhaps I should be more focued on keeping up my persona. The individual who looked in certainly saw my secret... I'l have to deal with her, later... Should the opportunity present itself... Perhaps, I should pull an Everest... That might work... No, the whole "Child" persona doesn't fit that... Perhaps, I can pull the "Gulgamesh"? Yes... It might work BETTER, actually... How should I introduce myself... I'm in a school... I think... Maybe; I'll have to adapt parts of the "Neighborhood"... That would do... My normally expressionless face becomes a devilish smile. I walk into a class room, prepared to introduce myself as a timid young colt, in a new town. (OOC: About what time is it? I'm a bit unclear on that point...)

However, there is my wild card... Like a better executed Chrysalis... I'm sorry, my Queen, but you kinda dropped the ball during the invasion... Oh well; next time! We shall be CERTAIN to take back Equestria! Oh, and I myself have a bit of an attraction to Twilight... I MIGHT be redeemable! I have a respect for her, because she got to a position of power by her magical prowess. I'm interested in her, like a Yandere is obsessed with their Senpai... Speaking of which... "Please notice me, Senpai Sparkle..."

I'm Magic-Using... ;_;

@Yoshikupo Close call! I think to myself. The thing of shadow, a few streets away, in the the direction of the guard's patrol, turns into a stallion of steel grey coat. His mane is iron grey, eyes an azure hue. His coat and tattered cloak are a royal purple, his tie of the same shade. His horn is curved, smooth, and black, fading to crimson at the tip. I'll have to be careful... I consider, before you spot me in the middle of the street. "MY LAPTOP!" I exclaim, realising that I left it in the house I was going to crash at.

@Yoshikupo The thing of shadows hovers in place, considering what to do. Then, it turns, looking you in the eyes. His own are scarlet, secelera a neon green, purple mist oozing from the corners of his eyes. "I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS... DOOR OF FEAR!" Suddenly, before, lays your worst fear; someone has discovered your secret affinity for humans. The guard are laughing at you, and the Princess is in your eyes, declaring that you resign as a guard, your prescence being an embarassment. Then, as quickly as it came, it goes, and the figure is nowhere to be seen. (OOC: hope you don't mind, kinda dramatic that way! ;P I can always change it afterwords!)

@Yoshikupo Suddenly, a thing of shadow darts past you, flitting from an open door, in which there's an eerie glow. A child can be heard, crying from inside, the form of shadow darting into the nearby alley, to escape the possible capture, unsure of weither he'll succeed or not.

I nod, accepting the words, carefully, letting my expression become less frightened. I get up, and leave the bed, mostly healed, thanks to my odd biology. Perhaps I should explore my new habitat... It might not be long before things go weird... They ALWAYS do... Last time, there was a WAR... Who knows? "Maybe this time, it'll be completely normal!" I exclaim, not realising I said it aloud.

After gazing at a bank for a while, he notices that no pony has left it. Suddenly, a shadow darts out of the bank, letting out the horrified screams bleed into the streets, it's source unclear. Afterall, no pony is rushing for the doors. Some citizens go in to check it out, and some who gaze in, stand stock-still, mouth agape. Shortly thereafter, they scream in horror.