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Anon and the Batty Bat-pony: Chapter 2

Jul 26th, 2013
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  1. >Still be Anon
  2. >You’re walking further into the gloomy forest.
  3. >The sun had a far harder time reaching through the thick foliage of leaves here, than back at the outskirts.
  4. >Yet you hadn’t come upon a lake or any other known location to hold water.
  5. >Then again, you could just be walking in circles – being lost and all.
  6. >No, that wasn’t the case – the air had gotten persistently thicker as the trees grew ever more together.
  7. >This was worse than Black Friday.
  8. >The voice of reason told you to turn around and walk away from this part of the forest, even if you’d just end up somewhere else.
  9. >But the voice of plot-progression was having none of that; hence you crept ever so slowly forwards.
  10. >You come across a small opening in the deep heart of the forest, in which a shallow ray of light beams through, touching the ground.
  11. >You stare at it for a few seconds, simply wallowing at how beautiful it is. The tall grass dampening from the heat of the forest emits a small, glistening fog that sparkles through the air.
  12. >It makes you completely oblivious to the sound of water that’s right beneath you.
  13. >Right, beneath you.
  14. >FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-
  15. >You flail your arms around as you once more on this blasted day start to make love to the ground – with your face.
  16. >Spluttering about in the water for a few seconds, you manage to get your head up above the surface again –realizing that the small opening is in fact a micro island, with a mid-waist deep moat around it.
  17. >That explains the damp.
  18. >You get yourself up from the moat. Your entire waistline is completely and utterly drenched – it doesn’t help that the wind gushes through, cutting right into your bones.
  19. >You didn’t even care at this point; nothing could get worse than it was right now, could it?
  20. >You pinch the bridge of your nose as you start to take the Tankard off your back, and hold it down into the moat.
  21. >You sit like that for a minute or so, before you groan heartedly as you lift the water-container up, grunting as you deposit the now even heavier container on your back.
  22. >Alright, Quest complete!
  23. >Reward: 100 EXP
  24. >!
  25. >Quest accepted: Get the fuck back to yo’ crib.
  26. >You look around with squinting eyes, you don’t really know how long you’ve been in here.
  27. >The light is almost dried out at this point, it couldn’t be long before the stars would start to shine.
  28. >It couldn’t be long before the hunters started to search for prey.
  29. >While you found yourself bigger than p0nies, you were rather confident that something in this forest would be far bigger than you could handle.
  30. >You jump over the moat and walk through the same thick part of the forest as you came in from.
  31. >You put your finger in your mouth and raise it in the air – deciding to simply follow after the winds course.
  32. >After all, if anyp0ny saw you (God damnit, Alicorn-thing) – you could always hide in the forest. They’d probably just think that they saw something else.
  33. >soon enough though, as you started to wade in the darkness, the feeling of being watched returned imminently – Only this time it felt stronger than before.
  34. >For reasons unknown, the paranoia gets to you – you start to walk faster, going into a light jog.
  35. >The tankard squelches quietly behind you. The water was totally doing that on purpose.
  36. >Still feeling the sense of impending doom, you start to pick up the pace again, 'keep on going with the winds current' you tell yourself.
  37. >Suddenly, the sound of snickering fills your eardrums. Making you stop dead in your tracks, as you try to locate the sound and possible danger as quickly as possible.
  38. ‘keekeekeekeekeekeekeekee’
  39. >You turn your head around so fast that you get slightly dizzy.
  40. >you are not a clever man.
  41. >‘Come out and face me!’ you yell to your unbeknown stalker – If you had to become something’s meal, you wanted to at least look it in the eye - before you’d wail your eyes out like a wimp.
  42. >Silence echoes in your mind, yet your brain has never worked so fast before. It feels as if any sudden movement would end your life right then and there.
  43. >Then suddenly, a husked voice whispers.
  44. ‘With Pleasure!’
  45. >The sound came from above you! But as you look up, you see nothing but sand.
  46. >and then, you see nothing but darkness.
  47. >
  48. >You are anon, you are awake again.
  49. >Your head feels like a mashed melon, though. As if something heavy had landed on your head, knocked you unconscious and dragged you to its den.
  50. >You look around. You’re in a cave.
  51. >Well, that was surprisingly spot on, now wasn’t it?
  52. >You try to raise yourself up, but you find that your legs are bound tightly together with vines from the trees outside.
  53. >Well, at least your hands are free; maybe the one who held you captive understood the hand sign of peace?
  54. >thinking that plan through, you would really rather die than try to communicate with a beast by posing to it. This wasn’t comic con.
  55. >You start to hear the echoing steps of hooves sound throughout the cave, setting your jimmies to endless rustle-mode.
  56. >It felt like you were in some sort of horror movie, except this time you couldn’t just hide underneath a pillow if it got too scary.
  57. >Also, you don’t remember any horror movie in which a pony was the killer.
  58. >From the corner of the cage, you spot your current protagonist that causes those dreadful echoes.
  59. >As the shadowy figure moves forward, you start to take the sight in with your eyes. Before you stand a Pony, not much taller than the few you saw on your way to the royal protégé’s castle. She had a simple sand-shaded coat of fur, with a slightly darker hue of brown to coat her mane (the puns intensifies.) It was kept at a medium length, and slightly fuzzy – It was probably not her main concern of the day to look smashing. On her sides, she had a leathery pair of wings in the same color as her mane – While the wingspan didn’t seem overly impressive, it would be more than enough for her to set off and fly.
  60. >Yet the thing that caught your attention the most was her eyes. Those were not the big, round eyes of a pony whom only wanted to have her mane kempt.
  61. >No, this was the quartz colored eyes of a predator.
  62. >You gulped. She snickered.
  63. End Chapter 2
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