He looked up, shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear it. Something was very wrong. He'd been flung out of the Tardis and something had exploded. That was the last thing he remembered. He looked around, trying to get a hold on his surroundings. Trees. Lots of trees. A forrest, he supposed. It was getting a bit dark, or it was about to rain? He wasn't sure which. He got to his feet, all four, and picked a direction to walk in. Wait, four? He looked down to see something quite strange, hooves. "Well, that's new." he muttered to himself, and continued walking along, wondering where in the galaxy, or out of it, he was, and if that limp would be getting worse. He started to run, and kept running, and running, the limp growing slowly worse on his right fore-hoof. Many thoughts are flying through his head.
Fourhooves,thatwasstrange.He'dhadstranger,butitwasabitdisconcerting.Andthatlimp,it'dbeengettingworseandworsesincethecrash.Thecrash!Thatcrashshouldn'thavehappened!Thosethingswerethestuffoflegend!No,fairystories!Theywerewhatparentstoldlittletimelordsabouttokeepthemfrommisbehaving!Itdidn'tmakesense!Notthatmuchofwhathedidmadesense,butthiswasevenworse.
As he ran, his vision began to blur. As his vision failed he started to slow down, despite his best efforts to keep moving. His legs turned into mush, and he collapsed.
Derpy locked the door quietly behind her; Dinky was asleep, and it was time for her evening rounds. It had been a long day. Derpy looked both ways, testing the wind, and took off. Silently launching herself from the ground into the sky. Soaring past the clouds, she glanced down, watching the ground below her. She noticed a lone stallion galloping along, she didn't pay much mind to it, until he stopped, seeming to have tripped. She paused to see if he would get up. He didn't.
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