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A Thousand Years - Transformation.
How long has it been?
How many ponies have I sank my fangs into?
The days bled into one another. My mind became nothing but a haze. My body ached, and yet it yearned for more. Something changed. My wounds have long healed, and strength has returned. But with every pony that had an inkling of magic, I could not resist. Blood and Magic intertwined, staining both fang and soul. A never-ending abyss settled deep within my heart. It came slowly, the change. Muscles grew, and my senses sharpened. Fangs elongated, and claws tore from my hooves. Then came the feeling ... Magic. Fleeting, but there. The more magic I consumed, the more drastic the changes became. I could feel my maw split, scarring the tissue around my muzzle. A stinging sensation, euphoric, peered from my head. It was a horn ... or what could pass for one. And it resonated with Magic. I knew I was becoming a monster. But I could not stop. My body, mind, and soul ... they all succumbed. And I fell so deeply. The Moon became my only solace. My only comfort was knowing she was still there. Waiting ... waiting for just the right moment. And I was ready. Because, in the end, to bring back Her beautiful night for eternity ... she was going to need a monster, wasn't she?
Art made by: Snow Storm
The days bled into one another. My mind became nothing but a haze. My body ached, and yet it yearned for more. Something changed. My wounds have long healed, and strength has returned. But with every pony that had an inkling of magic, I could not resist. Blood and Magic intertwined, staining both fang and soul. A never-ending abyss settled deep within my heart. It came slowly, the change. Muscles grew, and my senses sharpened. Fangs elongated, and claws tore from my hooves. Then came the feeling ... Magic. Fleeting, but there. The more magic I consumed, the more drastic the changes became. I could feel my maw split, scarring the tissue around my muzzle. A stinging sensation, euphoric, peered from my head. It was a horn ... or what could pass for one. And it resonated with Magic. I knew I was becoming a monster. But I could not stop. My body, mind, and soul ... they all succumbed. And I fell so deeply. The Moon became my only solace. My only comfort was knowing she was still there. Waiting ... waiting for just the right moment. And I was ready. Because, in the end, to bring back Her beautiful night for eternity ... she was going to need a monster, wasn't she?
Art made by: Snow Storm
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