A brief recount of a man recruited by O.R.A. going by the callsign "Razer". Operative Razer is sent to the land of Equestria on reconnaissance. Meanwhile, everypony believes he is their missing link in the evolution of the Homo-Equine race.

Take a young boy and have fate slay his parents. Boy becomes a man and goes to war. War changed this man, he learns every lesson very well. Many years later Earth is gone, many realities become huge expanses of dead space and only a few realities remain that still bear life. Now this man led an army, fighting side by side with people who are now his family. Take the family and kill them all too along with the enemy.

People think that a man is broken when he has no strength left. This is not true.

True strength comes after you have been broken.

People think that the best teacher is your parent or your elder...

The best teachers are Experience and the Enemy.

This is where his lessons have taken him, to this idyllic land called Equestria where the people wonder how they came to be. This will be a story of a man who has no place to call home.

But, who would want to shelter a bloodthirsty savage? Why, you would you silly goose! As long as you don't know, of course. As they all say: Ignorance is Bliss.

"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."

-Abraham Lincolin

"It is a curious thing, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well."

-Dumbledore

Reference for anthro: Just google "MLP Anthro chart" and you'll find it.

I envisioned Stage 3 Anthro for my fic.

Gore, war, and other content is comming.


Shepherd of Fire: Prelude of The Blackened One


So I am the Shepherd of Fire...

Three mares briefly check the leather straps binding him to the chair and return their attention to the scientific instruments.

...on my current assignment in another world so alien to me...

A stallion taps on a mare's shoulder and gestures for the clipboard in her hands and she angles it so he can see.

...where I am unknown to them...

Twilight Sparkle enters the room. Her gaze lingers on the man in the chair before motioning to the stallion to come look at the monitor that displays his brain waves. Their expressions are of mild surprise but, mystery still has them all ensnared in its wake.

...they know not my intentions, motives, or objectives...

Twilight whispers to the stallion, "How long has he been awake?" He replies, "Since yesterday. It surprised us when we learned he had been awake all night. I think-" She cuts him off with a remark brimming with glee, "This is amazing-we may finally have found the missing link in our evolution!" "Uh, well what I need to-" "Just think about it! We'll be the first ponies to make the biggest discovery in history!" Twilight's tone progressively grew louder, caught in her own bliss swirling inside her in anticipation for what she believes will be the answer to a timeless question.

...they know not my name...

Twilight's excitement is easily registered by the man who has sat perfectly still while his eyes devour and pick apart the room with inhuman efficiency. Though he mustn't overdo it lest their primitive machines detect what they believe to be his "higher" functions.

The fools.

...they know not that death is merely three meters away, sitting in this chair...

In this room are four mares serving as assistants to the stallion. His Doctorate and Ph'D degrees hanging in frames back in his home at Canterlot as his wife prepares dinner for their foals, a filly and colt.

...and so I wonder what these peoples will call me...

One of the assistants and another mare began to converse. "Look at the scars. They're just...horrible." Her tone was melancholy and rightfully so. It truly saddened her to see any creature suffer like she figured he has.

Hell, if only you knew lady.

...will they give me new names...

The other mare slowly walked into the man's view and his red eyes instantly snapped to her, frantically reassessing the situation. Red irises scanning her from head to hoof, hand to hand, and everything else. But to her, what he was doing remained a mystery to her. Yet, they weren't entirely in the dark. Their theories of how all Homo-Equine kind came, she believed is sitting in front of her. But she had to try something. Just had to establish some kind of mutual connection universal to any creature with a greater degree of sentience than a dog or cow.

Lady Warm Heart had her hands clasped on her belly as her arms held their position. She contemplated again her decision while her eyes looked over him. Standing at seven feet and one inch, weighing two-hundred and twenty pounds, muscle upon muscle upon muscle, the mane was obviously unkempt and down to the neck where the bone of the spine is felt. Scars nearly covered his body. Some of which were easily identified as cuts from swords or other tools of warfare, burns by fire, welts and bruises bludgeoned until they healed thus leaving their own unique mark. Others took a while but nothing extraordinary. Some must have been quite gruesome such as the bites on the right side of his neck, top of the left shoulder, and on the left side of the lower abdomen...to name a few. Strong facial features namely the jaw, brow, and cheek bone. Despite the presumption of his limited flexibility of his muscles, he proved to be extremely flexible and unbelievably maneuverable. Five bucking days straight of running through the EverFree Forest had nearly made the Pursuit Team quit until they got lucky when this huge beast let his guard down.

...will I still be known as The Blackened One?

His face was devoid of emotion. A long, ugly scar running across his left eye from cheek to the forehead in a perfect line. Another running from the opposite cheek to underneath his jawline, down the left side of his neck, and ending at the left shoulder blade. Truly he has seen some sort of hell to suffer these injuries and survive, a testament to him. Patches of his mane were expected to be missing but the scalp and mane appear in good health, but...

...his eyes.

What of his eyes? His skin isn't paste white from hiding in caves or shelters nor a toasty brown from extended exposure to the sun; a healthy light tan color or Hisponic as some from Las Pegasus call it.. He wasn't dehydrated nor hungry. He spoke not a word and hardly made a sound. Of course he can't speak, he is a primitive. But those eyes...

Those red eyes of his hold more than his scars ever will. No amount of scientific data will ever hold a candle to what she believes lies locked behind those eyes. They say the eyes are the window of the soul. His deny her entry. Instead, it feels as if he looks right through you into your mind.

So she slowly unclasped her left hand and his eyes immediately saw the movement. The various instruments were going crazy. Areas of the brain were lighting up: threat assessment. He was assessing her? Suppose that would be expected of any animal that has lived through as much as he has. So she let his eyes examine her hand for a few moments as she turned over her hand to reveal her palm. Then she continued to move it toward his right shoulder.

His eyes widened. Scratching on paper grew louder. Areas of the brain were lighting up like fireworks. Twilight and the Professor she was conversing with immediately went over to inspect the data being documented. Their jaws dropped as they looked toward Lady Warm Heart as she sought to place her hand on his shoulder...and she did so.

She saw fire behind his eyes and as her hand rested on his shoulder, his breathing slowed. Then she began to stroke him, staying on the shoulder of course, in hopes to calm him down. In her gambit of comfort she gained the most insightful shred of information that was leaps and bounds ahead of everything that was recorded thus far: he hurts.

...and so my title is The Shepherd of Fire. What merit do you have to compare to mine?

Yet...

She felt herself getting wet. A prime specimen of stallionhood, or rather ancient stallionhood, sits before her. Who could blame her? After all she knows what she likes in a stallion. Aside from some key differences, he's still mostly the same. Right? Nothing wrong with sexual attraction to somepony primordial as this, right? It's not the first time somepony was ideal mating material.

It's only natural to want the strongest male to buck you.


Yeah I know I got a mountain of work. A lot of talk and a lot of walk. You'll get it.

For future reference, I update when I get time. It may not seem as if I'm active but, I assure you I'm very active. At the very least I'm working on it in my mind. So don't worry about that bit.