The fluffy in front of Lime would be perfectly acceptable in herds if it weren’t for two things: He was an alicorn, and he had caramel coloured fur. He was rare and beautiful by human standards, but by fluffy standards, he was an outcast. Lime, being a leader of a great herd, felt a need to destroy all poopies and munstahs, to protect his herd. “Dummy poopie munstah!” he challenged the fluffy. “Smawty gib yu fowevah sweepies!” Lime charged at the alicorn who, unbeknownst to him but beknownst to us, was given a modification by his owner. His horn had been lengthened and sharpened to a point, making him deadly amongst fluffies. Lime charged forward, and the fluffy, who was named Brutus, swung his head in a slicing motion. Their fierce battle began.
Lime, being a smarty, had been well fed for quite some time. But Brutus had the advantage of his horn, and his training. He could wield his head like a fencer with their sword. He slashed at Lime, cutting a gash in his leg, which only made him more angry. Lime charged forward and brought his two front hooves up, slamming them on top of Brutus’ head. Temporarily dazed, Brutus got hit with another pound from Lime, right on the nose. Brutus’ nose started bleeding, and he regained focus. His head was on the ground, so he swung it from side to side, which gashed Lime’s soft underbelly. Lime was furious, and tried to stomp on Brutus again. Brutus used the moment when Lime’s legs were raised to swing upwards with his horn, spearing right through Lime’s body. Lime weakened, and fell onto his side. Brutus lowered his horn, ready to charge, but then his collar beeped. For Brutus was not a feral, nor was he a contestant in the Games, but he was actually still but a pet. He turned around, and trotted to a thick tree, where a hole in the trunk opened up. Brutus stepped in and went down a short slide to a saferoom, where his owner was waiting. Brutus leaped up into the arms of Julius Kilian, and was petted, his owner having fulfilled his payback. Lime, who was still in the forest, dragged himself over to a strawberry bush. As he ate, he decided that he would wait in the forest until his wounds healed. Then, he would get revenge on all that had opposed him. Lime finished eating, then closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep. That’s when the birds came. In Lime’s weakened state, he couldn’t fight them off, and flesh was ripped and torn as screams filled the air, until all that was left was a skeleton.