Opening his eyes in an Alleyway that stank of semen and blood, the young man rose to his feet. Brushing himself off he allowed himself a momentary lapse of control, punching the wall next to him until his gloved hand was sore. Taking a moment to reestablish his calm demeanor, he glanced at the Mother box, still clenched in his right hand. It was simply a small rectangle, not much bigger than a blackberry, covered in strange groves. Placing it in the palm of his hand, he searched for some sort of interface.

"How do I interface with you?"

"By Talking To Me" a deep matronly voice echoed within his skull.

"Ah, Might I inquire the best way to carry you?"

"I Can Attach To Any Article Of Clothing Or Armor that You Happen To Have.

Thinking for a moment, he asked. "Can you attach permanently to me?"

I Can. Came the reply.

"Do so. Also, can we communicate mind to mind only?"

A chuckle ran through his mind. "We can, plan on using me to pull a Pyrrha Nikos?"

Chuckling to himself, he thought back to her. "It's like you read my mind."

Pausing a moment more he asked, "Forgive my rudeness, what is your name?

"I don't have one, when my lord Desad created me, he said that I was for another and that I would get my name then."

"Huh, that is a mystery for another time, I suppose. Very well then I shall call you Aegis.

Striding out of the Alley he immediately recognized Ponyville, but a Ponyville that bore only a nightmarish resemblance to any that he had dreamed of. Instead of Friendly Ponies he might befriend, females of all sorts were in stocks, next to a signs labeled "For Public Use." Caribou walked openly with their favored female slave dragging behind on leashes. Stallions strutted, freely using any mare that was not otherwise owned. Steeling himself, he went forth to see what place he could make for himself in this world. Moving through the streets, he spotted a comotion up ahead.

Five Caribou stood in front of a sixth. His one knee on the ground, the sixth staring defiantly back at the other five. The young man smiled, this could be an opportunity.

The largest of the five spoke. "Pathetic, Old One. Maybe You could've taken us all years ago, but now? The strong rule, and we are the strongest. When I kill you, I'll take over. Then this all will be mine."

The Older Caribou raised his head, a smirk on his face. Spitting on the ground he spoke, "Yeah, that's true. But how long before one of these other four, remembers it took all five of you to put me down. That without them you're nothing. Heh, I think then you'll be here." The Older one chuckled, "Honestly, I look forward to you killing me, I'm getting tired of your mewling. So, quit wasting my time and just do it."

The young man smiled, an opportunity indeed, slipping his hand underneath his duster, he placed a hand on the knife sheathed along the bottom of his back. A click was heard as he popped the snap that kept it secure. Already moving forward, the young man grabbed the horn of the Young Buck, yanking backward he unsheathed his knife and, holding on to the Young Bucks horn, placed his knife against the Bucks throat.

"I have a deep and abiding problem with any male the requires four others to solve matters with just one." The Young man said.

Yanking the horn of the Leader, he slit the Bucks throat all the way back to the spinal column. Continuing the momentum, he directed the Arterial Spray into the eyes of Caribou #1 and Caribou #2 on his left, then kicked the corpse of their leader into them. Turning, he parried the dagger thrust of Caribou #3 off the back of his blade. His boot crushing any hopes the male had of having children. Slamming his knife upwards into the throat of his opponent, he wrenched his blade to the right and pushed his second kill into his third opponent. Caribou #4 batted the corpse away contemptuously, then was stunned when the young man, using the corpse as a distraction, closed in, sliding his weapon through his opponents left ribs, puncturing the heart. Turning his blade, the young man withdrew it from his opponents chest, letting the corpse fall, he spoke to the last two.

"Alright, hurry up. If you're going to kill me, let's not take all day to do it, chop, chop. Oh, and please try and give a better showing then these others, I'm becoming bored."

The Two remaining bucks snarled as they attacked as one, The first moved in with a lunge, his own dagger moving forward. Stepping to the side, the Young Man caught the Caribou's arm, twisted it clockwise, then brought his blade down hard and quick upon the joint. Parting sinew and muscle like butter, The now unarmed caribou hit the ground screaming, a scream that tuned to gurgling by a sharp kick to the throat. The young man's last opponent threw done his weapon and backed away.

The young man shook his head, "Much to late for that."

The Caribou #5 looked at the unsympathetic faces of those around him, he had challenged the Alpha and he had lost. Diving forward he grabbed the fallen dagger. "You Monster!" he screamed, as he slit his own throat, rather then face what was before him.

The Young Man sneered. "Like a Bitch."

Looking down on the still gurgling Caribou #3, the young man smiled. "I haven't eaten all day, I hope you don't mind."

Kneeling down the young man produced a collection of obsidian scalpels and knives from his pockets, working quickly he removed the fallen caribou's heart, munching on it as if a particularly juicy apple, making delighted humming noises. None tried to interrupt his grisly meal.