>It’s been eight years already...
>Eight years since they found their Marks and left.
>Sure you've managed to get by performing odd jobs to earn bits, but without a special talent...
>You glare at the reflection in the mirror, its purple mane and orange coat mocking you.
>Always a reminder of the failure you are.
>Angrily you slam your forehooves into the ground, your useless little wings flapping pathetically against your sides.
>As hard as you try, tears begin to form.
>Nopony needs a blank flank like you around, even if they don’t say it.
>That’s why you decided to end it today.
>Gathering what few bits you have, you set them in a bag on the table, as well as your house keys.
>Walking out the door, you take our last look at your home.
>Or so you thought.
>The town is mostly empty, most of the population at town hall for some sort of emergency meeting.
>What few ponies you do encounter barely even look your way, let alone say hello.
>But why should they?
>You're just some blank flank pegasus who can’t even fly.
>Nopony would care if you just up and disappeared one day, never to return.
>The edge of town quickly approaches, and you make your way directly to the Everfree Forest.
>Plenty of dangerous things in there to end it.
>I wonder which I will encounter first.
>A cockatrice maybe; It would be the most painless way to go, simply turning to stone.
>Perhaps a manticore; probably the fastest way, though likely pretty painful.
>Timberwolves could also be quick, but they might also drag it on as well.
>Shrugging, you continue on your journey of self-destruction, occasionally glancing around at the forest.
>Telltale signs of a manticores territory begin to appear all around you.
>Large claw marks cover the sides of trees, bits of red fur stuck in nooks and crannies.
>The shadows seem to dance around you, taunting you, drawing you further to your destruction.
>It’s not long before you come across a small clearing, mostly covered by the foliage of the surrounding trees.
>In the center, dozing in a sunbeam that made its way through the trees sleeps a full grown alpha manticore.
>The beast is easily five times as large as the biggest of stallions, with claws that could split you in two with ease.
>Picking up a rock, you hurl it at the sleeping manticore.
>You are rewarded by a direct hit.
>A massive roar shakes you from your slumber, as well as sends you down a couple layers in the tree.
>Another roar comes out from below you, and you lower yourself further to see.
>In the clearing below you, you can see a rather angry looking lion beast.
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Hunting and Hunted
FanfictionA story about a man named Anonymous(You) in Equestria. Not going to reveal much, just that its about 10 years in the future, and doesn't involve the Mane 6
