V. D.

By reader8363

• July 8, 2016

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: dark grey exoskeleton, full dark red eyes, bat wings, sharp teeth

Personality: gentleman like, nervous around changelings, savage when hurt and needs blood

Backstory: V. D. was born with many brothers and sister to listen to what their mother told them, but he was different. He did listen, but he disobeyed her many upon many times. He walked out of the hive a few time and walked amongst ponies of a nearby town, and was sad when he had to return home.<br /> On one of his trips home, he decided to take a shortcut through a dark alley. As he was nearing the end of the alley, he was grabbed by a pony. As he struggled with the pony’s grip, the pony sank its fangs into his neck and started draining his blood. He went limp as he started passing out, thinking that it was the end for him. <br /> He woke up wondering what happen, then he saw that it was dark and he took off. When he got there, he noticed that he wasn’t feeling hungry a bit, just a bit sore. His queen called him in and started scolding him about him disobeying her. He started to tune her out and her heartbeat grew louder. He looked down to see that he was injured, then he ran at his queen. <br /> He woke up the next morning to see guards surrounding him, he looked in a mirror to see his wing grew more bat-like, but kept its clear skin, his eyes grew a little red, his teeth grew sharper, and blood was around his mouth. He looked at the throne and the crown that the queen wore, then he remembered the guards, and took off, not caring what happened. The guards chased him out of the hive. When he was in the town, he sat down and started trying to figure out what happened last night. He started to feel weak, he looked down to see his leg was cut. He changed into his form and headed to his friend’s home to get it bandaged. When he got there, his friend led him to the living room. He started hearing his friend’s heartbeat and went after him. <br /> He woke up on the floor with a headache, then the memory came back to him. He ran at his friend while he was looking for the bandages, and bit him. He looked into the mirror to see that he had the same characteristics that morning. He heard his friend outside screaming for help. He took off through the back door and changed his disguise and gave himself a name<br />After a few year, he stopped having to look over his shoulders but was still cautious about being watched