hey guys! I got an OC for myself!

Great thanks to the guy who drew it. Don't know if they

Want the attention so I won't give their name. Anyway this is my OC' s story. Don't give up on it though. This isn't your conventional one. Anyway guys here's the first chapter and thanks for the support

BRO HOOF!

Night. My favourite time. I slowly look out over the small town of ponyville. The town I live in. And protect. I carefully soar over to another roof the wind in my wings feeling exhilarating. I love to fly. Too bad I can't do it in would see me and I'm not very good at trying to convince others I'm not evil. I hate other ponies. My own company is enough and as long as I have the night as a friend I don't need anyone else.

I continue my patrol around ponyville. Careful to stay out of the watches patrol. Even if they were sleeping on the job as usual you can never be too careful as to who is watching. I hear the faint call of a timberwolf. A call to attack. Again. I had learnt some of the howls as they prepare to attack. I sigh, I'm going to get some bruises after this one. As I head towards sweet Apple acres I prepare myself for the upcoming fight.

As I approach the farm carefully, remembering how granny Smith had once woken up as the timber wolves howled. Usually she leaves it to me. I chuckle at the thought of another pony knowing of me. I haven't been spotted in ponyville except for a fleeting shadow. I had become a bit of a myth. I had to admit to myself. I liked the indirect attention it felt like appreciation and acceptance. Given my intimidating appearance I haven't once had a pony avoid me after seeing me. I decided after that to forgo society and do a good thing. Protecting It. It feels right to me. What I'm supposed to do...

Shaking my thoughts I concentrated on silence. The best part of the night so Peaceful.

It was then I saw them approaching from the everfree forest. Eyes glowing. Their hunger for territory was fascinating. No matter how many times I got rid of them. They came back. What puzzled me though was the fact they had come so close to sweet Apple acres. Usually they challenge me in the fields close to the everfree forest. This put me on edge. A change in approach perhaps. They were intelligent, they did come up with plans. I slowly rose off the ground to see the pack they had. At least a dozen but these looked different. Then it hit me, all of them had red eyes.

Fear gripped me then. They were all alphas, an alpha pack? This was a horrible thought. The alphas where the most vicious. The most bloodthirsty, they would ravage the town. All of it. I would NOT let that happen. EVER.

I landed again and prepared for the fight.

The timberwolves attacked first. They split into two groups attempting to pincer me. I waited for the right time then took off as quickly as I could. I had powerful wings. I had to be extremely fit for my line of work. The move I used didn't confuse them for long but I pressed the small advantage it gave me. I dived my hard hooves crushing the heads of two of them. I then used my wings to pivot on the spot. Hitting timberwolves and forming a dirt cloud. My sight was better than theirs. So I used this to my advantage.

As I continued to fight I heard more timberwolves baying for blood. My heart sank and my blood chilled. Of course... 12 alphas meant 12 PACKS. That was at least 36 wolves. Not including the alphas. I strengthened my resolve. I will protect ponyville.

I continue to fight. Trying to bring down as many of the alphas I can before the other timberwolves arrive and acquiring some scratches and bruises in my rushed approach before realising that when they arrived I wouldn't stand a chance. Dispatching my previous opponent. I rose into the air and landed in the Apple orchard a short distance away.

I can use the trees to lessen their advantage on me. When the alphas enter the orchard I see the rest of the timberwolves breaking through the dense tree line of the everfree forest. Then I'm fighting again and all I can do is guard myself. And ponyville.

The first timberwolf enters the conflict. Diving at me jaws wide. I slip sideways with a flap of my wing. The timberwolf flyes past, but others are already leaping into the fray. Time to take to the air. I grin manicly as I swoop around an Apple tree. As silent as the night. I hit a wolf from behind. Silently snapping its back branch. It dies instantly. I get away with another two before they see where I am. I swoop off to try again. As I approach from a different direction. I see them In a circle facing outwards. Clever. I then ascend quickly and dive through the trees, crushing a good few. As I take off again my gaze is drawn to the moon. Bright and wholesome. But in its glow. I see a vapour trail. Someponies coming.

Fear fills me. If they see me people will know, I'd be forced to leave. Hunted like a monster, just because I look slightly threatening. And can fight. I understand why ponies are threatened by me. I'm not a very good speaker. In fact I only speak when I'm thinking aloud. But I have to choose. Abandon. Or run.

I draw up my courage. Maybe I can convince this pony to stay quiet. I descend back into the orchard to find the timberwolves waiting for me. I quickly counted. 15 with 5 alphas remaining. I smiled. The odds were back in my favour, and I could just taste their fear. I dived trying to crush another timberwolf but an alpha dives at my throat. I retract my wings and spin onto my back before propelling myself underneath the timberwolf. I manage to get a kick with my hind legs as I flip over again to right myself. The alpha sprawls and the timberwolves move to protect their fallen companion. I admire their loyalty. I finish two more wolves who break away from the rest. Charging me. I simply daze them with a quick punch to each before snapping their back sticks. As the rest charge me I notice out of the corner of my eye a Pegasus floating above the fight. I mark the position so I can catch them by surprise after the fight. I engage the last bunch and end it in about 15 minutes. I don't care about time really. As long as I protect my home. Before the fight ends however I manoeuvre myself so I can enter the tree line at speed and come behind the Pegasus. I dispatch the last timberwolf. A terrified looking teen wolf. I dispatched him. Reminding myself that they re-form in the forest somewhere. I then enter the trees before forcing my body into a backflip and, with a powerful wing flap, propel myself into the pony who was still flying In the same position. I wrap my hooves around their wings and force them into the ground. Not to forcefully. I saw the mare under me shiver as she looked me over. Was she cold? It wasn't very cold and she had red cheeks... She seemed to get over her shock and... whatever it was because she exclaimed

"That. Was. Awesome!". I glared and she giggled nervously. I never know what to say to ponies. During a conversation I never learned so I stick to the gist of it. "You don't speak of this to anyone" I growled. Usually that works. So I got really confused as she beamed and then said "why? That was sooo cool! Why hide that from everyone?" She then eyes me suspiciously. That's the usual expression I get. Good to know their aren't any exceptions. "I've never seen you before..." I try to look threatening. It's my usual expression anyway so it's difficult to make it look worse. "You won't speak of this to anyone. You haven't seen me and you will never see me again. If you do speak I will come and teach you why it's rude to meddle in other people's business" I had let go of her as I said this but when I finished she bristled. Why did I always have to convince the headstrong ones. Couldn't I get a timid one for ONCE. "Hey! You don't threaten me!" I smile. I do love to prove a point. I flap my wings forcing my body into the darkness of the trees and lowering my body. Before diving onto a branch and saying, facing away so she couldn't pinpoint my voice. "Oh really... Why shouldn't I threaten a meddler? It isn't your business." I swoop from tree to tree, using my legs as well as wings. If you fly ponies can see you. Even In shadow. I throw a rock to distract her every time I drop to the ground. Another trick is to use multiple heights to make sure they can never pin your movement.

Finally I'm behind her as she slowly backs away from where she last saw me . I step out of the shadows saying "you should feel threatened. " She gave a yelp before turning round and trying to hit me. It was very uncoordinated so I simply lowered my head while bringing a hoof up to pull her closer in the fluent motion I perfected years ago.

I bring her eye to eye and I see her gulp "don't say a word." I whisper. And then press my other hoof into the back of her neck. She falls unconscious. I leave then with only a few bruises and cuts but with more worry than ever. The mobs and exile always start like this. A confrontation.

I sigh as I soar between the trees back to my hideout. If exile is the cost to protect. Then I'll keep doing it. Even if I'm never rewarded. It feels right

I am what I am.

ok that's the first chapter. Let me know if you like it or not. And I'll have more on the way. Although I might have to juggle with a world to despair. So please bear with me. I know it's short I just wanted to see if Anthony likes the idea. Hopefully this will be happier and funnier(probably not) than a world to despair. I'll try my best.

Anyway guys see you later. BRO HOOF!