So it's been what, 200 some Fucking years they say? Eh, I never really gave a shit about it anyway. I stopped keeping count. I mean, could you blame me? Wasn't even our fuckin fight to begin with any way. Just victims of being on the same planet at the wrong ass time...

Who am I? I'll introduce myself *Puffs cigarette* my Birth name is Claymore but Foxes, and some ponies, just call me "Salt." It was an old nickname that came from my days as a military commander of the Kitsune division. I'm a 58 year old 3 Tailed Grey Kitsune Fox with some pony Blood in my Ancestry, belive it or not. I spent most of my life as a Monk at the niji temple Monastery being taught the ways of Kitsune magic by Felix...er...I mean, "The Grand Kitsune."

I have to be careful cause I am one of the only few foxes who actually know his REAL name. Most other foxes strictly refer to him as "Grand Kitsune" or "Supreme 9 Tails" and act weirded out if you call him anything else. By the way, he just so happens to be my 4x Great Grandfather. *Puffs cigarette* Anyway, The Grand Kitsune sent me and a small crew of Foxes and a couple of Kitsune to this shit hole country called Equestria to find something called Discord's Tomb, or some shit...

There is a very old rumor that the Grand Kitsune Actually use to live here before the war.

That Fucking airship was so damn noisy! It took us 14 hours to get here on the Eastern perimeter. I jumped out ahead of the others in order to scout out the perimeter alone, telling them not to touch down without my say-so. Ugh! The air was horrendous and smelled like shit! Plus trouble started immediately when a bunch of butt ugly mutant rejects tried to kill this old fox hahaha! It was a...cute attempt, but swift martial arts infused with fire magic proved way too much for the bastards. I even used one of their chard corpses to light my cigarette with his eye socket.

About half a mile in, I then encountered a group of Slaver ponies. They took one look at me and started calling me every kind of Canine derogatory word that they could spew from their crusty ass muzzles. Shit like, "Flea-bitten mutt" And "Crotch licker." I was neither fazed nor intimidated so I told them, in the politest way possible to "Piss off!" *Puffs cigarette*

They then pointed guns at me and told me that they were going to keep me as pet.

Now, maybe permanently trapping them in an illusion spell that essentially imprisons them within their own mind with nothing but unspeakable Nightmares was a bit harsh.

Nah! Those sick twisted bastards deserved worse! Especially after seeing the gut wrenching condition that their captives were in. After freeing them and giving medical attention, I contined ony way. All the while with the sweet sounds of those Disgusting slaver Pones rolling around screaming, crying and begging for death echoing in the distance.

Ah, music to my ears...

Puffs cigarette*

Well that wasn't the end of my "Warm welcome" either. Next came some shitty raiders. Armed to the teeth too. Hehehe... they came demanding my gear, saying that they'll turn me into A shit stain if I don't. I know it's hard to survive in an environment like this. I can Seriously understand why it would be easier to turn to thievery under such conditions.

I tried peacefully offering to simply share a few supplies, But these dickwads got greedy. Demanded all of it.

Ya know, It's funny just how much damage a simple stick on the ground can cause in the paws of an expert. After disarming them all and snapping the necks of 3 of them, the remaining two literally pissed themselves. *Puffs cigarette* I'm not shittin ya, they Legit pissed themselves like there was no tomorrow! Haha!

"If you've been drinking your own urine to survive, then you're wasting your entire supply!"

I said to them with a chuckle.

After searching their Aura however, I could see that those two were never intending to harm me. They were being forced into it. They started crying at trembling... Poor bastards...

Puffs cigarette*

"you two are free...Now beat it before I lose my patience!"

Is what I said to them right after tossing them a folded Blanket and a few bits.

After about an hour of walking in the near endless desert, I Finally arrived at a small settlement town. Nasty looking piece of shit...*Puffs cigarette*

There were armed surveillance drones all over the Damn place. Wasn't a Problem tho. Used a simple spell to hide my heat signature and slip on in.

The town was full of metallic rundown shack-like buildings that had rust, mold and radioactive corrosion. The street was covered in trash and feces and ponies of all types were wondering around like sad mindless drones. Couple unicorn gangs, Cockroaches and drug junkies were a common thing here so I kept a low profile. *Puffs cigarette*

At sundown in a back alley, I Saw this desperate looking stallion chit chatting with some prostitute mare and looking to get his rocks off. As I looked closer I could tell that something wasn't right...

Ya see, Vulpine magic is much different than Equine magic so I couldn't have expected that poor stallion to understand what was really going on.

"Hey pal, I-I wouldn't do that if I were you..." I said as I tapped his shoulder.

"what's it to you huh?! Ya Fox Fuck!"

He snapped in response.

"Look you horny dipshit! I'm trying to save your Fucking life from this Dark Kitsune! She's trying to seduce you, lure you away and possibly eat you!!"

Alas, my warning Ignored... poor pathetic prick.

"Fuck off you crusty crotch licker! Does she look like a Kitsu... whatever to you?!"

Those were his last words to me as Followed the sultry mare into one of the shacks. *Sigh*... Thank the Gods that I don't see what came next. But I heard Everything...

What started out as pleasurable moaning, Quickly turned to shrieks of pain and panic. Next came the growls and the deep sound of tearing flesh. It's um, hard to describe what goes on in your mind when you here some pony's throat getting ripped out...

... there was 10 minutes of silence.

Next thing you know, a black shadowy feral fox with with 7 tails and red demonic eyes emerged from the shack with bloody fangs and paws. It made Eye contact with me for a moment then swiftly faded into the shadows.

I-I just shook my head and lit up another cigarette before continuing on... I suppose it was really all I could do.

Puts out cigarette*

--END OF CHAPTER--