Adam Taurus staggered forward, before he dropped to his knees. His life flashed before his eyes, it wasn't a pleasant sight. It was a cold and dark existence, the only thing that kept him going was a burning rage. For a short while, someone was able to light up his life, but that didn't last long, and when she left, the darkness greeted him back.

That was all Adam had, horrible memories, toxic emotions, terrible experiences. In truth, Adam had nothing. No family, no friends, and without the White Fang, no reason to exist.

It was Blake Belladonna's fault, well, her's and the humans. Blake had given him something he never had, only to rip it away from him and then she gave it to the humans. Then she destroyed his home, the place where he was accepted and where he belonged. Humans had taken away any chance of a normal life.

Who was Adam supposed to be? What was he supposed to do?

Adam had donned the mask, and became the monster, the beast, that the humans thought he was. Adam was a monster, a revolutionary, a leader, a hero and he wanted to be a saviour. But now? Adam was just a monster, a monster so full of rage, that it consumed him, blinded him. And he would die a monster, he couldn't blame Blake, not entirely at least, his inner beast had played the biggest role in his downfall. As the realization sat in, that he had failed and that he had lost himself to the flames of anger, he muttered with his final breathe, a soft. "Oh." Then he fell.

After hitting a few things on his way down, Adam felt himself in a familiar grasp. It was cold, dark, and as Adam sunk, it only got colder and darker. Adam could barely think, but what he did manage to wonder was: How could he have avoided going down this path?

Blake.

Blake and her friend.

When he had Blake, she let him be open and exposed, she had cared for him, and now she was off being friends with humans.

Was that the answer? Friends.

People who you could rely on, and who relied on you, a simple give-and-take relationship. If it was so simple, then why was it so illogical? Adam wanted the answers to the many questions he could barely recall thinking of, but darkness had completely swallowed him, and the cold had crept its way into his bones.

The burning rage inside his heart flickered, before being completely snuffed out. Adam Taurus, Faunus, Beast, Leader and Terrorist, no longer roamed the world of Remnant.

It took a moment for Adam's train of thought to restart, he recalled his previous thoughts, but only until pain derailed the train. Pain traveled throughout every nerve like lightning, breaking bones and tearing apart flesh, it ended just as fast as it started, leaving only a feeling of numbness haunting his body. Adam snapped fully awake, and a new train raced down the tracks. He could recall the past few seconds, the pain. And he knew that before that, he was dying, he had fell off the cliff and into the water below.

As Adam placed his thoughts, a new pain came forth. It was a blunt pain, and it brought Adam out of his mind. Something had hit Adam, then something else had moved his body. Then a stinging and burning pain came from within. It was his lungs, Adam couldn't breathe. It took a second longer than Adam would like to admit for him to realize he was still underwater, and that he was being carried downstream.

Adam tried swimming, but his body was sluggish and the water was rushing faster than he could struggle. Adam stopped moving when something caught his eye, light. Rays of light penetrated the water, but it didn't come from above. Although Adam had lost his sense of balance, his brain knew the basic, such as: water didn't flow up. The light was the first thing he saw, which made him realize he was in the dark.

Those thoughts left Adam with a few new questions: Was he underground? How long had he been out? How was he alive? Was the water going down or out a tunnel?

Adam ignored the pain in his lungs and the buzzing of his oxygen deprived brain, instead he focused on the light, and went with the flow of the water. Even as the buzzing got louder, Adam waited, even though his body was numb, and his mind was dying, he kept his body under his control. He was fighting his natural instincts, like breathing, if he opened his mouth, then more water would fill his lungs. Adam was nearing his limit, but he was also reaching the light, and this close, he noticed the light wasn't that bright, it had barely breached the water.

For a moment, nothing existed, everything was gone.

Then a cold, nearly freezing, sensation found Adam. In the second Adam was found, he realized the cold sensation was the wind, in the next second Adam realized he was falling. He didn't know what was at the bottom, but his brain had scraped the facts together. Rushing water, a tunnel leading to light, falling. He had exited a waterfall, so water was likely below him. He took a quick breath, if he was lucky, he would only find himself underwater again for a moment, and if he was really unlucky, then the distance would kill him on impact.

Adam cursed the God's as he woke, not to them specifically, but more to the forces that control Chance and Destiny. Just to whoever decided he had to faint again, but not a second later, he realized he also had to thank them for keeping him alive.

Two lethal wounds taken without any Aura, falling off a cliff and being thrown off a waterfall was not something he could've survived without luck. When Adam was fully awake, he blinked, his vision was blurry, but from what he could gather, it was night and he was in the forest, then he waited and felt.

A chilly wind was brushing across his face and back, and water raced over his legs. Overall, his body was numb, and the cold wasn't helping. Deciding he didn't want to catch hypothermia, Adam crawled out of the water.

Well, crawling was an exaggeration, Adam tried to drag himself up, but his fingers were too numb to feel anything. So he had to prop himself up on his palms, hopefully he wasn't crushing any fingers.

The situation with his fingers repeated with his feet, so he dragged his knees up. His body felt heavy, his clothes clung to him dragging his body down, but Adam kept moving forward.

Adam blinked rapidly to clear his eyes, he would've rubbed them, but considering he couldn't feel his fingers, there was a possibility he might poke his eyes out. All the movement got his blood pumping, but oddly didn't do anything for his numb limbs, Adam had expected the pin and needles feeling, it didn't come.

Then his leg bent, Adam stopped, he was crawling on his knees, there was no place for his leg to bend. That meant it was broken, but there was no pain, the area that bent wasn't numb. Tentatively, Adam straighten his leg, then he bent it again, it felt like a knee, but his knees were holding him up.

Adam raised his knee off the ground then dropped it. It felt like putting a foot down, there wasn't even anything being dragged, so either he was wrong about basic anatomy, or his leg was different.

What else could he be wrong about? His fingers were numb, but were they? Maybe he didn't have fingers. Was his vision blurry, or was he blind?

Adam moved and paid attention to his body. Both his legs were the same, his hands felt like he had fingers, but also felt like he only had three fingers and they only had one joint. He didn't have anything past where his knee should be, except for what felt like toes, but if he ignored the displacement, his legs felt normal, albeit smaller.

Something took a moment to register, then a second to re-register after being thrown out the first time. Adam had a tail. Instead of panicking again, Adam took a calming breath. And realized his jaw was different, it was longer than it should be, he ran his tongue, which was also longer, across his teeth, his many teeth. Adam's jaw was square-er than it should be. Another calming breath, another realization. His nasal cavities were longer.

Adam made a mental image of himself.

Humans and Faunus weren't all the different, aside from some Faunus with more prominent features. Nonetheless, Adam used to be a normal person, with a pair of bull horns protruding from his skull. But now? Small nubs for fingers, legs as long as his arms, a tail and a snout.

Adam felt something stir as he imagined his new body. It wasn't a perfect match, but he was picturing a pig, or, if he had fur, a boar. He growled, anger began swelling, overtaking confusion. Memories of being compared to farm animals coming to his mind.

Adam let loose a roar, a loud bellowing roar, and something took over. For the next few minutes, he was in a haze.

When he came to, he was surrounded by fire, it was a memorizing blend of blue and red flames. Adam stood in a daze watching the flames dance, listening to the roaring fires.

Then he noticed what he was doing, he was seeing. Adam snapped his head down. He didn't have hands, or fingers. He had hooves, cloven hooves to be exact. The last time he had seen cloven hooves, they belonged to another Faunus, she had them instead of feet.

Adam's eyes trailed up his arms, he had fur, pristine white fur. Then his chin met his chest, and he didn't know what to focus on next. The bushy red hair that wrapped around his neck, or his snout, his scaled covered snout.

If he had fingers, he would've felt the scales, but instead he ran a hoof over his hair, the hair grew around his chest, the back of his neck and traveled up his head. On his head, Adam found his horns, they were smaller, but he was still relieved to find them, they were his identity. His whole life was built around his horns. And he also found floppy ears.

Back to his snout, it wasn't as long as he had imagined, so it probably meant his mouth went further back than he had originally thought. Adam moved his head so he could see the rest of his body. His legs were similar to his arms, if slightly thicker, and had tuffs of red hair below the back of his knees.

There were also scales on his back, the scales were the same shade of red as the ones on his snout, but a darker shade than his hair. His tail was thin, but long, half of it was exposed, well the top was, and the rest of it was covered in long and bushy red hair.

Adam compared the confirmed visuals to the mental images of animals he could remember. His torso was too short for him to be a bull, his legs were to thick for him to be a goat, and too long to belong to a pig. The only other animals he could think of were deers or horses, but considering that neither had scales on their backs and snouts, or long and thin tails, he realized he had no idea what he was.

Adam sighed, the fires around him were dying out, and those were another thing to think about.

Why had he blacked out? Why was he surrounded by fire? Adam couldn't explain it, he felt overwhelmed, but he also felt calm. After figuring out a resting position, sitting like a dog, Adam basked in the flames, his attention was stolen by twitch in his ear.

Adam sighed, his new ears were on the top of his head, he tried to catch them with his eyes, but something else had stolen his attention from his ears.

The Moon.

It was clean and unbroken. Adam knew it wasn't time for that side to be showing, so either he was unconscious for longer than he thought, or it wasn't his moon. He wasn't in his body, he wasn't looking at his moon, he probably wasn't on Remnant.

Adam took his gaze away from the moon to look around the forest, not a speck of snow anywhere. He had heard tales of the afterlife, maybe this was his, maybe Blake had actually killed him and this world was his punishment.

Adam looked at the moon again, and his thoughts roamed. As a child, people had told him stories, folktales and religious passages about the moon. Some spoke about how the moon broke by itself, either to give people their Aura or to release the Grimm. Others spoke of outside forces, a angry god who was devastated or enraged, a fallen star that brought evil down to the world. Tales about how the light of the moon guided lost souls, to safety or to their deaths.

Young as he was, Adam thought the moon was nice, it had two sides, the broken, shattered side, and the unblemished, full side, sometimes it would show a face with a mix of each side, but it wasn't two different moons, it was one moon.

Adam reminisced about his past as he drifted off to sleep. He once thought the moon would be a nice place to live, separated from all the trouble and the terrible people.

An endless expanse, a cold vacuum, empty space. Adam looked down, he was on a silver dirt, then he looked around, silver dirt and stone was everywhere he looked. No life, no sound, nothing existed here.

Adam smiled, he wasn't bothered by the alien feeling of his new muscles stretching. His tail started swaying from side to side like a snake. There was nothing that could harm him up here, no discrimination existed, no hatred, no back stabbing-

Adam frowned, his previous sense of serenity was interrupted, a feeling deep within his heart pulsed. A heart beat, then lava flooded his veins. Hatred, spite and rage bursted out his body in flames, Adam stumbled back, feeling cold, even as an inferno roared right in front of him.

The flames didn't die down, but rather they condensed into a form similar to what Adam's new appearance looked like. Only instead of fur, there was charred flesh, instead of hair, there was fire. And Adam knew his teeth weren't that sharp, but he hadn't seen his own eyes, so it was possible that were just plain white orbs.

The flaming figure stomped, and walked around, leaving a trail of fire behind. Adam calmed down, nothing existed up here. He was on the moon, nothing could hurt him, and he couldn't hurt anything. Only he could only hurt himself.

Adam didn't bother questioning why he was on the moon, he still didn't know why he wasn't a Faunus anymore or why he wasn't on Remnant. Whatever God or Force that did those things to him, probably thought he belonged here.

Adam watched as the figure made of flames came back to him. Adam walked into a crater and laid down on his side, the living flames walked around the perimeter of the crater, building a ring of blue and red flames.

I want this to be a story for both fandoms, unfortunately I'm not part of the pony fandom, so I will focus on Adam. Not to say pony fans won't get a story, I've done some research. No knowledge is needed from either show, just sit back and follow Adam as he explores the land and deals with his past.

Message me if you have any questions or concerns.