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>It's hard to breathe.
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>You clamor to pull yourself off the cold floor, but your muscles give out on you.
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>When you hit the ground, a searing pain shoots from your left wing, forcing you to stifle a scream.
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>As you writhe in anguish, you are able to force open an eye to see your surroundings.
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>You're in a large room.
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>Bed sheets are sprawled out near you, probably pulled down when you tried to get up.
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>Just like the vase now shattered on the floor was.
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>There are curtains drawn over windows, but there's no light showing on them, so it's probably nighttime.
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>The rest of the room is filled with stuff like statues and…
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>Ugh.
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>Books.
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>Another pang tears through your body, and you instinctively clench your eye shut in pain.
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>You begin to panic.
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>Wherever you are, it's not someplace you would willingly choose to be.
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>Who brought you here?
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>What do they want?
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>The sound of someone walking resounds through the floor.
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>It quickly gets louder, and you soon hear the door to your prison open up.
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>You again open your eyes to see some…thing.
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>It's tall, probably taller than you are.
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>It runs over to you and tries to grab you.
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>"Are you ok?"
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>You claw at its outstretched hand, trying to keep it away from you.
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*Gasp*
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"Who- where-"
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>Before you can prop yourself up, the thing near you places a hand on your back.
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>"Relax, you're safe."
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>Safe?
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>Yeah right.
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>Not as long as those stupid lizards-
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>You scramble to look around.
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>How did it take you this long to realize the dork trio wasn't there anymore?
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>The thing shows concern as you glance back at it.
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>"Like I said, you're safe now. Injured…"
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>It carefully touches your left wing, sending a dull wave of pain through you.
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>You swat away its hand and glare at it.
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>It smiles softly at you.
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>"…but safe."
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>Taking a moment to clear your head, you think about what you can do next.
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"Where am I?"
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>"My house. I brought you here after, well…"
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>Your wing twitches as you remember the fight between you and those dweebs.
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>It hurts.
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>You look at the source of the pain, and are surprised to see it wrapped in bandages and splinted.
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>"Sorry to say this, but you won't be going anywhere like that. You're welcome to stay here though."
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>The invitation comes as a surprise to you.
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>Why would anyone want a stupid mail griffon to stay at their house.
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>You grimace at your own thoughts.
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>'Mail Griffon'
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>You really are a loser.
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>"It's been a long time since I've had guests and- hold on."
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>Your host grabs one of the books off of a nearby shelf and reads the cover.
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>"Dances with Timber Wolves. Yeah that'll work."
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>Work for what?
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>He shoves the book into your mouth before picking you up.
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>Pain beyond description shoots through every part of your body, and you bite down on the book while screaming.
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>You are swiftly carried to the bed and carefully placed down on the soft surface.
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>As soon as the pain subsides, you spit out the book an yell at the moron standing over you.
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"What the FUCK!? Couldn't you have warned me first?"
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>"I could have, but you would have only fought me."
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>He's right, you wouldn't have agreed to have some…
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"What are you?"
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>You can see his eye twitch at your blunt question.
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>*Sigh*
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>"I'm a human. You don't know what that is, because I'm the only one you've ever seen. Now, let's forget about that…"
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>He grabs the blankets off the floor and throws them over you.
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>"And let's focus on restoring you back to full health. QUENTIN!"
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>The loud yell startles you, but fortunately the covers prevented the human from seeing that.
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>By the time you finally wrestle your sheets into a comfortable position, a unicorn has trotted into the room pushing a cart covered in snacks.
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>He rolls the cart up to you and begins to pour what you assume is tea into a small cup.
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>"Please, help yourself to whatever you like, miss."
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>Your stomach grumbles as you look over the food.
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>There's cakes, crackers, sandwiches and-
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>A familiar scent emanates from the tray in front of you, one you haven't smelled since you got stuck here working your dead end job…
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>Meat.
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>You drool as you lift a small covering to see a delicious roasted lamb leg.
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>There's no way you could ever forget that smell.
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>You quickly look back at the human and notice some of his teeth are pointed.
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>Of all places, you actually found another carnivore here, in Equestria?
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>"It's going to get cold if you don't eat soon."
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>Without any hesitation, you grab the lamb and bring it to your beak.
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>Chunks of flesh tear satisfyingly off the bone and you savor the taste of prey as it passes over your tongue.
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>The first swallow was loud enough for the others to hear.
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>You hastily take another bite as the others start to leave.
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>Before he closes the door, your fellow predator speaks to you one more time.
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>"I almost forgot. My name is Anon. And yours is?"
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>Your mouth is too full to respond, the food you are eating is some of the most delicious you've ever had.
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>"Ah, nevermind. We can talk later."
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"Wai-!"
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>He stops closing the door and looks at you.
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*Gulp*
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>Another helping of lamb enters your stomach, causing you to let out a contented sigh.
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"Gilda."
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>The eating resumes as Anon closes the door.
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>This food is really good.
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>You shut your eyes tightly to keep the stupid room from blurring more.
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>This food is really good…
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>You are now Anon.
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>Well, your guest is as interesting as you had hoped.
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>She's brash, loud, everything you'd expect from a griffon.
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>Really, it will just be nice to have someone to eat meat with.
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>…
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>There has to be a way to phrase that better, but who cares!
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>Ever since you've gotten here, you've had to hide your omnivorous nature.
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>There's a bit of a social stigma against eating other creatures' flesh, which has forced you to attend dinner parties consisting solely of salads.
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>You shudder, remembering the last royal ball.
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>Oh sure, there's other delicacies, like petunias, or poinsettias.
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>But you aren't a goddamn horse.
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>You're a human.
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>And you occasionally need to get some goddamn meat in you.
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>…
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>Again, really need a better way to say that.
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>You enter the kitchen to see Quentin putting away some dishes.
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"What do you think of our new guest, Quentin?"
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>The last of the dishes levitate to their places and the butler closes the cabinet doors behind them.
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>"It's not really my place, but I think she'll get along fine here, Sir. Might I ask how long she'll be staying?"
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>You try to adjust your glasses as you ponder the question.
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>Sadly, they are still broken, and therefore not on your face.
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>Force of habit.
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"I'd like her to stay until her wing heals up, but it's really up to her. How quickly do you think she'll recover?"
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>Quentin frowns.
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>"I'm not sure. Wing injuries are quite serious for flying species such as Griffons. Even with my tea speeding her along, it could be several weeks at least."
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>Could be worse.
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>Honestly, you're kind of happy to have her staying here.
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>Aside from Quentin, you don't socialize much.
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>At least, not with others like yourself.
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>Most of your time is spent dealing with the p0nies having sex at your book readings.
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*Sigh*
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>It's getting late.
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>Gilda is probably going to collapse after she finishes eating.
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>Pretty easy to get tired after such a stressful day.
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>You look at your partially healed arm and yawn.
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>Very easy.
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"Quentin."
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>"Sir?"
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"I'm going to bed, feel free to take the rest of the night off."
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>The stallion bows.
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>"Then I shall leave at once."
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>A large grin creeps across his face.
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>"I have a date with the most beautiful mare."
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>You chuckle as Quentin turns to leave.
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"In that case, take tomorrow morning off as well. I'm sure you'll need to clean up before coming back to work."
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>"It wouldn't be a date otherwise, Sir. Thank you."
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>The large door to your house closes behind your butler, leaving you standing in the kitchen alone.
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>A regular casanova that one.
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>Rather fitting, considering.
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>In any case, your bed calls to you across the house.
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>It says it wants you inside it.
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>You couldn't be more willing.
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[The Following Morning]
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>Soft sheets drape over your body, their silken grip preventing you from getting out of bed.
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>You start to roll over, but a sharp pain halts your motion.
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>Oh yeah, your wing is broken.
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>Between the food and the soft bed, it almost seemed like all your troubles went away.
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>Then again, you were never that lucky.
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>As you close your eyes to go back to sleep, a faint smell fills your nares.
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>Someone's cooking something.
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>Drool leaks from your mouth and wets the pillow beneath your head.
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>With a pained groan, you manage to throw off your covers.
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>The ensuing rush of cool air makes you shudder.
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>You slowly climb out of bed and attempt to walk.
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>Each step causes your wing to throb painfully, so you can only move a short distance before needing to stop and rest.
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>It takes an eternity, but you eventually manage to reach the door and pry it open.
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>As you do so, the smell of breakfast becomes more apparent.
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>Eggs and…
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>Sausage maybe?
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>Definitely more meat though.
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>The next room is a hallway.
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>There's a bunch of paintings and other junk on the walls, but what really catches your eye is the staircase.
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"Freakin'…"
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>You mumble under your breath, cursing whatever you did to deserve this punishment.
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>Of course, there HAD to be stairs.
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>As quickly as the thousands of metaphorical needles piercing your wings will allow, you descend the stairs.
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>Hopefully you'll reach the bottom with only one wing broken.
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>After yet another eternity, your talons touch the floor and you let out a sigh of relief.
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>You sniff the air to find the source of the wonderful smells causing you to lick your chops.
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>Step by step, you get closer until you find yourself in a large kitchen.
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*Ssssssssss*
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>A frying pan on a stove sizzles as beaten eggs are poured into it.
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>Anon places some cheese on one side before folding the egg onto itself.
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>He waits for a moment before carefully flipping the egg over to cook the other side, eventually sliding the finished omelet onto a plate next to some sausage.
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>Boom, called it.
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>Your host turns around and finally notices you flooding the corner of his kitchen with your saliva.
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>"Well good morning. I didn't expect you to be up so early."
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>He pours himself a cup of coffee while looking over his shoulder at you.
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>"Did you sleep well?"
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>Silently, you nod, still unable to take your eyes off of the food on the counter.
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>Anon laughs at your expression, then points to a small table near you.
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>"Have a seat, I'll bring you some breakfast."
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>You take a deep breath before walking at normal speed to one of the chairs seated around the table.
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>Throes of pain course through you, each trying to make you cringe.
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>But you'd rather die than look weak in front of someone else.
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>Anon watches you, no doubt attempting to see how frail your injury has made you.
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>When you make it to the chair, you hop up and sit down.
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>Letting out your held breath, an intense agony shoots from your wing.
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>You can't stop yourself from reaching to your side and touching the injury.
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>Great, now Anon will think you're a freaking cripple or something.
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>Fortunately, when you glance in his direction, Anon seems to have already turned around and started preparing your breakfast.
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>Maybe he didn't see it.
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>After a few minutes, which you spent trying to figure out whether or not Anon saw your momentary weakness, a plate is placed in front of you.
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>Scrambled eggs with sausage and toast.
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>"Dig in."
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>Without a moment's hesitation, you jab your face into the eggs and pull a large gob into your mouth.
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>You throw your head back and chomp on the never-born chicken before swallowing.
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>Delicious.
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>This routine of picking up chunks of food and loudly wolfing them down repeats until theres nothing left on your plate.
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>Pushing the plate away, you look at the other person sitting at the table.
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>Amazingly, Anon finished his food before you, and is now sipping on a cup of coffee and reading the paper.
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>Canterlot Times.
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>Is that where you are?
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>Guess you were pretty close to Canterlot when you were…
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"Hey."
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>Anon looks up from his paper.
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"What… happened last night? You were the one who tried to stop the dragons, right?"
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>You look at your broken wing.
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"Nice job, by the way."
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>He puts the paper down and takes another drink.
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>"Yeah, that was me."
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>Regret shows in his eyes.
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>"I'm sorry I couldn't stop them from breaking your wing."
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"How did you get rid of them? I mean, I could have taken them if they hadn't sucker punched me, but-"
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>Anon presses his fingers up the bridge of his nose, like he's trying to push up an invisible pair of glasses.
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>You notice the fresh cuts on his arm.
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>Claw marks.
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>DRAGON claw marks.
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"Did you fight them?"
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>…
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>"Yes."
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>He picks up the paper.
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"Did you win?"
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>"Yes."
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>…
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"How?"
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>Once again, he places the paper down onto the table.
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>"I have to go."
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>What?
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>He stands and starts to leave the kitchen.
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>You clamber to stop him, but your injury flares up causing you to wince.
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"Wait!"
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>For a moment, he pauses in the doorway and looks back at you.
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>"Sorry, royalty isn't exactly accustomed to waiting."
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>Royalty?
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"So we're in Canterlot."
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>Anon smiles, again trying to adjust some pair of glasses you can't see.
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>"I wouldn't go out in your condition, but feel free to look around the house. If you're going to be staying here, I'm sure it would be nice to know the layout."
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>You smirk at him.
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"What makes you think I'd stay with you?"
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>Despite Anon's attempt to hide his own smirk, you can clearly see the smug look on his face as he starts to walk away.
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>"Because you aren't the type to turn down free food. I can't imagine you'd turn down a free stay in a cushy place like this."
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>He leaves the house as his exit line ends, leaving you sitting at the table.
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>Idiot.
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>Just because he has good food and soft beds, he thinks you'll stay here?
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>Obviously you will.
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>Who would be stupid enough to not take advantage of this situation?
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>You climb off the chair and exit the kitchen.
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>The floorboards creak under you as you walk slowly down the hall.
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>Well, your host was so kind as to let you walk around freely.
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>May as well try to dig up some dirt on him.
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