Moonlight, Moonlight, Let My Fangs Gleam Tonight
Chapter One: The traveler with the Fedora
Lyconthrope: a werewolf or alien spirit in the physical form of a bloodthirsty wolf.
It was a cold night and the moon was up. The moon was half full and the sky was almost clear except for a few clouds. Rarity was at Twilight's reading a book. The book was a long book about a prince finding his princess and falling in love. She didn't like such fantasies but she couldn't resist reading them because she kept on imagining that a prince would save her from some disaster one day, every story she read changing her wish on what types of prince and what type of danger. She sighed and asked Twilight who was organizing book "Twilight do you think that people find true love like in the fairy tales?"
"I don't think that love is such a thing that can be found so easily by climbing a tower of fighting a dragon" Twilight said chuckling at her friend's imagination and hopes. Thinking that she is so sophisticated and smart yet she could be as imaginative as a child. She heard Spike stick his ear out of the door upstairs. She sighed and muttered a small spell that would block Spike's hearing of their conversation. She turned to her friend in and said "Look, I not an expert on love but I do know that things in fairy tales are called fairy tales for a reason. They aren't real and they are meant entertain kids. Things like a charming prince, fairies, pixies, mermaids and werewolves don't exist for a reason.
"I do know that hard work will bear the fruit of success in whatever you're working on, be it love or other personal gain. You find the one eventually "she finished putting the book away with her magic and patting her friend on the back.
"Well I see that I must be going, do have a good night's rest, and thank you for the pick me up. Good night" Rarity said exiting the library with a heavy coat on and a very comfortable hat on, thinking about what Twilight had said.
On a side of a mountain a lone stallion was climbing down, taking his time making sure he didn't slip or mess up. The stallion was big and had a copper colored mane, his fur was a dark blue and his tail was an orange color. At first glance he would seem like an ordinary stallion. But there was one thing that would hit you in the face if you looked at him for too long. He didn't have a cutie mark. This made him a curious figure to every town he walked in onto. The stallion real name was Trust Spirit Harenger, but he almost never used it. He was a roamer, a nomad, a wanderer. He was never at any town or village for longer than two weeks. He didn't have money and so slept out on the street or where ever seemed comfortable. All he carried was a guitar, and a black fedora with white stiches of a wolf. He was a silent person, never talked much. Although he never talked much he made many friends on his travels, never making any serious relationship, just friend and bud. There was another problem he had, one that he would never tell anyone.
A wolf jumped onto the path in front of Trust Spirit. They starred at each other for a while, both not moving, only breathing. The wolf sniffed the air around Trust Spirit, looked into the eyes of Spirit and did a nodded gesture and left him alone. He nodded his head towards the wolf. The wolf knew that he was kin, not a threat but kin. He sighed and continued his way down the mountain, trying not to fall. He heard the wolf howl into the night at the moon, crying for company. Spirit couldn't help but to feel the loneliness the wolf, and so Spirit howled with the same meaning. They howled like this for a while, eventually the both stopped. Spirit then continues on, not knowing where he is going. As he continues down the mountain the wolf walked up to Spirit and walked with him. Spirit kept walking and the wolf followed him, Spirit turned to the wolf and said "Please don't follow me" the wolf didn't falter and kept following him. So Spirit didn't do anything about, he knew that the wolf would eventually leave because of the lack of food.
Spirit and the wolf continued down the mountain and through the valley. They eventually end up in a farm, an apple orchard. Spirit stakes his guitar of his back and he slumps down on a tree, putting the guitar next to him. He looks at the wolf that instead of running off to find food, walks up to him and curl up next to him and lay there waging his tail.
"You're not going to leave are you?" Spirit said. The wolf said (not speaking but through certain motions of his nose and ears) "You need a pack brother, and so do I"
"Do you know what I am?" Spirit asked him. The wolf looked up and said " You are wolf and you are pony." Then they both drifted off into sleep.
Yes, Trust Spirit was a werewolf, which might have been one of the reason he didn't have a cutie mark. He obtained lycanthropy at the age of 8, he had obtained by saving another life. Saving the life of the werewolf. What people do not understand about lycanthropy is that it isn't like a disease where if it touches them, they become a werewolf. It is more of living curse between the werewolf curse and the person getting it. The person is possessed by the curse and the curse then inhabits your body, turning you into a werewolf using magic and science in unison to change the person. There are ways to get rid of the curse but those required the death of the host, but Spirit had meet a man who was nice to him a lot, when he figured out that the man was a werewolf, he was sad and his curse. Eventually he decided to rid the man of his curse. By talking to the curse (the curse is a live one, talking and having the ability to think) he got it to release the man who it possessed and take control of him.
From then on he was a werewolf. Running away from home so that his parent would have to feel the horrible fear that everyone had when they found out he was a werewolf. So he went on with life away from his parents and the beast living inside him, traveling to town to town, never staying for to long. One day however his luck changed. At the age of 12 he discovered a witch doctor that lived in the Dark Thorn forest alone. She had saved him from almost dying of starvation, and brought him to her home. Apparently she knew that he was a werewolf and had been wanting to try something that might break the curse and make it so that the curse will die, not being able to latch onto a new host. So Spirits let her try this experiment, but the results were different than what was hoped. The experiment confounded the beast form timer and control so that Spirit could become a werewolf whenever he wanted to while keeping in control. Spirit control, however, is lost on the full moon. So Spirit travels and never stops traveling and never stops wondering what his life would have been if he didn't take up the curse.
In the time when the sun was rising, Trust Spirit woke up due to small pains on his ear. The wolf had woken up by giving small bites to his ear. Spirit groaned a "I'm up, I'm up" and did so. He picked up his guitar and said to the wolf who was looking at him "Well let's see what this town is like, huh?"