Dead Meat

By Widdershins

• October 16, 2016

Age: 37+ years

Gender: Male

Species: Earth Pony

Appearance: Dull gray eyes, dull gray coat, dull gray mane and pretty much gray and dull all over. His mane, while a bit darker is becoming rather sparse and patchy as parts of it fall off. <br /><br /> As a stallion, he has( or rather, has had) a rather strongly-built, muscular build. Never was one to throw his weight around, and anypony would be hard pressed to get him moving somewhere he didn't already have a mind to, or the inertia behind him already. <br /> <br /> Notable chunks are taken out of him in random splotches around his body, but fortunately none of them are big or deep enough to impact his structural integrity and he can still shuffle around slowly long as he isn't kicked around too much. <br /><br /> Overall, Deadmeat is rather sickly & frail, a few pustules here, a few open sores there...the usual considering how he is...well, we're getting to that point here in a bit.

Cutie Mark: Originally it was a lump of raw meat, set up on a carving block, a symbol of what was his profession. Over the years though, it has gradually gotten more blurred and faded to the point where it is really more of a brown smudge on what used to be his flank.

Personality: None. <br /><br /> Oh, okay, FINE!<br /> Dead Meat( or as he used to be known as, Meatloaf) had never been a quick wit. He never needed, or cared much to say anything other than the grunts of approval he used to confirm orders from his customers. To most who interacted with him, seemed like days went by without much more then his own vocabulary of grunts to use. <br /><br /> Despite his rather dispassionate demeanor, it was clear that his calling in life, and quite possibly the only thought to cross his thick skull, was his business. Meatloaf had the market cornered in his way of catering to a very specific clientele. There are rumors around his disappearance and how he may have angered the wrong client, or some jealous upstart wanted to shoulder their way into his business. Either way, these days he's looking alot more...<br /> ....deadpan.

Backstory: Back when he was alive, Meatloaf was a decent butcher with a thriving, completely legal, export business with the Gryphon Kingdom.(There aren't many goods a species of grumpy predators will trade for, and besides... have you never noticed before the notorious lack of graveyards in Equestria?) After his disappearance off the northeastern shores of Equestria, police investigations turned up nothing to his whereabouts, the best speculation coming to local rumors about the cutthroat competition in the butchering business.<br /> <br /> Close to a year later, a pale, diseased and stumbling pony matching his rough description turned up in the Fetlockland Isles wandering the peat bogs & hillsides of the small town of Dolemy Downs. Detectives could find no proof, but theorized that some competing agency hired a hit out on him, and decided to hire a necromancer to raise him from the dead as one last insult.<br /> <br /> While necromancy has a historically bad reputation among the Isles and is greatly frowned upon for just these reasons, the magic shows no trace to its original caster and officials are at a loss as what to do with a zompony on their hooves & doorsteps.<br /> <br /> Meatloaf does not seem all that violent or infectious towards other ponies, but as he is rather brain-dead and sickly, the authorities have decided the best course is to just let him stumble around till he decays entirely. Zompony rights have never been brought up enough times to warrant consideration in most major courts.