But now he walked the darkened pavement with a steady heart, cause he had many friends in these shadows.
“You must not be very bright.” A sluggish voice called out. Hazy recognized the voice. He suppressed a shiver as he spoke again. “Pretty little fillies shouldn’t be wandering around so late at night, especially in such danger neighborhoods. What if some bad pony nabbed ya?” He sneered, looking Hazy over like a slab of meat before a predator.
“I ain’t a filly but I do know how things go around here.” He retorted, glaring at the stallion. He was only a little older than him but he knew his type. Those who slipped through the cracks and made life hard for everypony. Those who snatched foals too weak to fight or with no place to go. He knew his type well.
“Pretty for a colt then.” The stallion chuckled. “But if you know how things go then you know how this will end. Wanna make it easy or hard?” He said, cornering the smaller colt though Hazy showed no fear. In fact, he smiled back, briefly dazzling the stallion with his beauty.
“Hard works for me but it might not for you.” Hazy replied, his horn glowing orange as the shadows shifted around him. In seconds, the beating of drums echoed though the air and tendrils of black stretched out to grab the stallion. He tried to fight them off, opening his muzzle to shout for help but soon his limbs were bound and his mouth gagged. Panic filled eyes fell on Hazy who casually walked away as the darkness slowly dragged him away. He couldn’t look back but the drums were getting louder and one could swear they heard faint laughter. His silenced screams filled Hazy with such satisfaction he felt the need to respond somehow.
“Don’t be so sad, part-timer. My friends won’t have ya suffer alone.” He assured the crying stallion. “You’ll even have some of your partners to keep ya company.”
Those tentacles should make him feel like a filly~
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