Precise Stigma, Or Misinterpretation?

[Sethore]

Deadalus' heart was confused and turned ever slightly in his chest, he didn't even know why the hive still considered him one of their own since he never came back to it for years. He couldn't even remember what the hive looked like from his early life but he did remember his siblings heartlessness and did not yearn to return to the miserable hole it was in his head. With the years he had spent happily among pony's of the nearby town, the idea of wasting himself away to follow the whims of his queen was not on his bucket list. he spent more time with them then his own and had developed a unique relationship with them and tried his best to share his ideals with the queen only to be ignored and given orders. He couldn't watch his own hive turn dark and he could not expose them without exposing himself, so the only answer left was to remove himself from the equation and find some place else.

But as he stared at the burning sky as the morning sun rose to the clouds, promising to himself he would never return once he had finished this one finial task, he held that small hope she had listened to him and raised these ones differently to the rest. The hope to stay with the small town and the pony's he'd learn to love some much and return to his hive without the dread feeling of finding its darkest side and treat no more then a minion.

The great tree he selected to meet stood far above the forest below and was one he had loved the most, and it seem fitting that it should be the deciding place for him. From its tallest branch you could see the faint outlines of the town though the mist that settled over valley like a wooly blanket and see the streams of light though the cracks in the walls that surrounded them. A cool breeze rustled the leaves and brought fresh air from the mountains, it was a great feeling he did not want to miss and made him hope more deeply then ever.

He turn his head down a searched the trees for signs of the fledgelings with his purple eyes, they should be here soon. And he had the perfect set of activities to train them in the real world.

[Zealot]

Aspect could only think of one thing as he prowled through the forest. He hated ponies.

Changelings were not a barbarous people and had a long and epic history, recorded in their hive's books and libraries. It had been Aspect's fascination with the past that had driven him to that very conclusion. He hated ponies.

Throughout history, changelings had always made war against the Equestrians. Sought to drain the world of the love they so desperately craved. It was a pain and a hunger that every changeling knew all too well, only to be gained through the most difficult of plots and the most hard won of victories. Or so he had read. Aspect had decided, that if the hive was going to simply sit back and watch as the world consumed them, he would fight against their ancient enemies himself.

Aspect was on a mission, a crusade. He would climb to the top using every trick up his sleeve and one day, he would give the changelings what was rightfully theirs. If the loathsome equines would not give their love to the changeling hives, Aspect would take it himself.

His head filled with dreams of glory and delusions of grandeur, Aspect's blue eyes turned skyward and to the near perfect day around him.

[ParrySlice]

Pestilence Plague hated this forest he hated all places other than his hive, but this little adventure was an exception, in his cold calculating mind Plague saw this as a mission he was excited for this little escapade, but for now he surveyed the forest for this "great tree" in which he was supposed to meet his brethren at, as he surveyed plague saw the largest tree he ever laid his eyes upon and he advanced in it's direction at a much faster pace he wanted to get this meeting going, he thirsted to drain the Ponies of their Love and Happiness, yes he hungered it's taste he laughed under his breath as he got closer to the tree and began to slow down catching his breath taking in the landscape for it was going to change someday....change like the seasons.

[Sethore]

(i think i have waited long enough, guess its just us 3)

Deadalus' eyes caught sight of only two changelings flying towards the tree. He was expecting a few more but he couldn't find anymore above or below the tree canopy, was something amiss regarding the fledgelings, or did he over prepare himself? he let out a moan and shrugged his shoulders, it was a concern he could easily deal with but right now he was busy. He shuffled back into the shadows of the huge leaves surrounding him to begin his training of his loveable little minions soon to arrive.

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A Blue Pegasus clung to a broken branch in the upper reaches of the tree as it slowly but surely splintered and cracked under the strain of his weight. His right wing was shattered from the impact into the side of the tree, and any sort of safe landing was impossible at this altitude. he never believe the warnings the others told him about the strong gusts of wind that blew though this valley and around the great tree, not until he experienced his first gust half a minute ago that bashed him into the trunk. That feeling of regret boiled up inside for not trusting them more, he had betrayed them and now he would pay his price.

His desperate cling ended with a loud crack as the branch came loose and fell free. He used his finial breath to scream before he came close to the ground. "HELP!" he didn't know his chances of survival and the tears streamed from his eyes but even if he did walk away from this, there would be irreparable damage to something that could cost him his future.

[Zealot]

There was a loud crack that echoed around about where he was supposed to be rendezvousing with his instructor. Or at least, he thought the term was instructor. Aspect heard a shout and leaped into the bushes. Had something gone wrong? Or maybe this was part of the test?

For some reason, the hive had decided that he needed to be taught how to blend in with the pony folk. He'd read enough books to know what they were like. Vicious, hateful and cruel. They'd turn on you in an instant. Aspect was already pretty good at that.

Aspect decided it would be best to carry on with the orders he had received and stalked out of the bush, ignoring the cry for help for now. He needed to find his fellow hive mates, and fast. If one of them had crashed due to the wind they wouldn't be too badly injured so as to need help right away, right?

He pushed his way out of the undergrowth and proceeded towards the tree, glancing about, looking for anything out of place.

[ParrySlice]

death is natural ,Pestilence thougt as he flew ignoring the cry.

[Viridian]

The safety longing cry of help that rung in her ear for a brief moment got the attention of the one changeling cantering swiftly but quietly through the forest in search of her destination. A large tree in the crowd of many, where Thorn would gather with comrades for the move. Her mind said otherwise as she began to steer herself towards the source of the call from an irresistible urge to do so. Her quick pace didn't change as her minty green eyes scanned the visible area for who gave the call. Even though it was very likely it was some regular pony, she wanted to see what was happening either way. Maybe a potential victim to absorb love out of to satisfy the guilty hunger for it. Yet again her mind wanted to rebel against the greedy desire. Maybe she was too soft of a changeling compared to any other.

Thorn slowed to a halt, her hooves sliding through the grass to stop, which resulted in dirt and other small debris to fall into the hollow holes that were inconveniently in them. She didn't pay mind to it, but rather more to the worrying sight of a pegasus sprawled on the ground nearby a snapped piece of branch. She could easily make out what had happened, and took a few slow, cautious steps closer, her muscles tense. She not dare to get too close but to observe silently, her mouth slightly agape with her two long fangs sticking out. The changeling had put herself in an interesting situation. Maybe she should just abandon the pegasus and find the others now. It wasn't like she had any idea how to work with herbal medicines.

[Sethore]

The blue Pegasus lied Injured in the centre of a few broken tree limbs he brought down along with the larger branch. His breathing was heavy and he felt a lot of pain in his whole right side, the same side the wing hit the tree. His will to live was forcing him to stand and return home, filling his thoughts with the scolding he'd get once he had a little rest. But after a few attempts to stand despite agony each time ultimately became to much and he slumped on to the ground in defeat. His vision was blurred from the tears and his head felt like it was being hammered in with nails, and his will sapped away like a fire that just ran out of fuel.

making it back to town was impossible.

He now hoped that some pony had heard him and was rushing to his aid but in reality no pony ventures this far out into the forest and even that burnt out. After what seemed like eternity the sound of a drag landing made him weakly squint open his eyes to see a faint out line of a pony. His heart flooded with relief and gratitude when he saw what looked like help had arrived and finally gave into his fatigue thinking his life would be safe in there hooves.

Just before he slipped into the darkness of unconscious, he whispered "Thank you..."

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After a short delay when cry of distress echoed the forest, Deadalus exploded from the great trees canopy in a debris of leaves and a few items on a direct path toward its origin. There was not a drop of finesse in his mad dive and the medical equipment he held in his jaw sailed behind him. His eyes scanned over the forest and only found a third fledgling land somewhere near the cry and slowed down dramatically, turning his head to find the other two fledglings did not change direction.

His hope that the queen had changed her ways was destroyed in that instant but was replaced with the hope he could individually teach those he could to make the right decisions. For now he needed to know how this fledgling would handle their new problem and assess if they still have compassion for something that is not their own. He much stealthy approached even though he would have been easily notice by the other two, this one he was going to observe before interfering.

<This is my first attempt RPing more then one character, very much a learning curve >

<And remember this is adaptive RP on my part, so don't expect any set plot. Do what you feel your character would!>

[Zealot]

Aspect arrived at the great tree to see several bushes rustle on one side of the clearing. Clearly something had just gone through, and at great speed. Perhaps responding to the call for help? In any event, whoever had gone past had left a trail. Several of their possessions were scattered on the floor of the glade.

After a quick sniff, Aspect ascertained they were the property of a changeling. A changeling's pheromone scent was impossible to miss. Most likely, it was the one he had to meet here. He gathered them up and stalked off along the scent trail. Estimating where a bouts he was, he felt sure that the trail was going to lead towards the cry for help.

Aspect thought that was strange. Didn't responding to cries for help get you killed? Either way, he followed the trail to catch up with his hive-mate.

[Viridian]

Although quiet and shaky, Thorn managed to hear the whispered words, and a wave of guilt ran over her. Now it felt like she had no choice but to help. Her feelings ached, but her expression was kept stern. As soon as the pegasus went unconscious, she crept closer with alert senses. Reluctantly, she lowered her sharply pointed muzzle to who was identified as a stallion, and inhaled the unfamiliar scent. Similar to the rest of the normal ponies she'd got in close range of before. Were her feelings getting carried away. This would be shunned upon at the hive, but then again that's why she was even out in the forest without anyone.

The mare (Considering that changelings are a diverse type of pony) held her breath anxiously, her hoof just barely touching his cheek. Thorn pulled it back in a quick second as if even his sleeping form would have a try at biting off her leg for the curious experimental poke. What to do was the only question that ran in her head. She couldn't possibly go through the trouble of disguising herself with some regular pony's appearance, including finding one to take example of, to take a stranger all the way to a hospital, or whatever they called it. Let alone a pegasus. The others were probably waiting for her anyway, right now, but she couldn't bring herself to move away without genuine concern for the stallion until the recognizable scent of another changeling filled her nostrils.

Her legs stiffened still and her head jerked around quickly, pupil lacking green eyes searching over the bushes and shrubbery surrounding them. Rustling in them just a while ago. An unsettling but expected presence was nearby. Was it help for the stranger? Regular ponies? Maybe she'd best run to escape any injury, unless it was another changeling.

[ParrySlice]

Pestilence was startled by the fellow changeling that decided to pursue the frantic cries at that moment he thought it might be fun to join the situation to practice his talents so he followed the sounds, as he approached he changed into a black Pegasus with crimson streaks in his mane to not frighten the poor pony.

[Shadowbolt0]

Cryie wasn't in the mood for games. She'd been lost over a dozen times since she'd started moving towards the rally point, or that's how she worded it at least. She'd had some military training, not a lot, but enough to protect herself when, not if, when something went wrong.

The forest wasn't a pretty place, but then again, a pony town wasn't much of the prize she wanted after slaving her way here. To infiltrate a town excited her, but ponies were the real prize. They fasinated her, their way of life, their freedom. If she could get in and stay...

A mindset Cryie hoped to change, one way or another. The mare smiffed the air, other Changelings were nearby, hopefully they were the ones she was meant to meet up with. If not, well, accidents happens. She just hoped the ones she was working with would be useful.

That's when her ears picked up noise, it sounded like a cry for help.. Out here? She doubted a Changeling would do that, meaning it was a pony?! She couldn't help but get a little excited, increasing her pace towards where she'd heard the noise. After a while of trotting, she crouched in a bush, and observed a unique situation.

A changeling was standing next to...a pony? A pegasus at that. Had the other Changeling attacked the pony? They didn't look in a good way, on the ground and..was that wing, broken? She couldn't tell from this distance, having never studied the bodies of the Pegasus or how their wings worked. Still, her curiousity was peaked at what would happen next.

But that curiosity died when the Changeling near the pony looked around, and Cryie realized that the jig was up, she would be able to 'smell' her.

Cryie exited her shelter, and slowing walks towards Thorn "H-hey..." she said, slightly embarrassed "What happened here?" She asked, her own eyes focusing intently on Thorn. She wasn't sure if she knew this Changeling, but this whole situation felt strange. Did this Changling attack this pony? Did they act in self-defence, or was it a freak accident they met? She had no answers on her, and answers were something she wanted.

[Sethore]

Deadalus manged his quite landing on the unbroken branches above the fledgeling and shifted into a prowling like stance. over head was a great vantage point to observe her actions and build an idea of the condition the wounded Pegasus was in but without getting closer there was only so much he could tell. From position that the patient was in, suggested a few broken ribs and maybe a broken leg along with his shattered wing, the lack of external blood meant his ribs hadn't puncture his lung and from the height of the fall and the Pegasus vitality when it came to landings, he guessed there would be major bruising instead of internal bleeding. he had time before he need to treat the injuries, but it wasn't a lot and shifted his gaze onto the changeling.

He felt a moment of panic when he didn't see a changeling in disguise, but a changeling in true form. He bit down hard on his lower lip before he could calm himself and evaluate the situation, the hive managed to maintain anonymity for a long time though sheer luck and caution. But right now was the first time the hive would be jeopardized and he himself may not be as lucky to avoid the rampaging ponies when they discover that changelings have been hiding among them for years. his eyes rapidly bounced between them as his thoughts raced and came to the conclusion it would be best to leave the pony to his fate and hope the elements take him, but Daedalus could not bring himself to accept that as the only option.

A forth changeling had enter entered the area and Daedalus had the passing thought he should go get new eyes, but right now he needed to act before the chance is corrupted and toke a deep breath.

He swiftly leapt from the branch, landing heavily on the ground and stamped his holy hoof hard to gain the attention of both fledgelings. He exhaled quickly in futile effort to banished that fear of his decision weighing over him and tossed the med-kit in front of the first fledgeling that had arrived "You can either choose to leave him to his fate and none shall be the wiser, or save him and earn either destruction or gratitude. Choose which you feel is right." His voice was uneasy for passing responsibility was unlike him and the result may come to haunt him. in the end he would at lest have the excuse to help him sleep at night; 'It wasn't my choice.'

His focus shifted to the second changeling whom force him to act much quicker then he intended. His stare turned to a glare, it wasn't that he disliked any of them just yet but he knew the other two will be here any minute and he needed the honest answer quickly and without interruption.

[Zealot]

Aspect had finally caught up with his changeling brethren. What he saw intrigued him. Two changelings in their true form and another in disguise. As always it was the smell that gave it away. Then of course there was the pony, sprawled on the floor of the second clearing, injured. "My, my," he said as he emerged from the bushes. "Good catch."

Though it was unlikely that his comrades were responsible for this, he liked the idea of getting one up on the ponies. Aspect shifted on his hooves. He hadn't bothered on any kind of disguise so far, he hadn't needed to. If there were more ponies nearby though, it would be best to hide his true nature.

He could tell they were debating what to do with him from the looks on their faces. It was a tough choice. They either killed him, or helped him. Plain and simple. He weighed it in his head.

Aspect would certainly enjoy ending the pony's life, at least that's what he told himself. They were the enemy, true. A stab of pity sliced through him as he saw the pony laying helpless on the ground. Fighting the enemy was one thing and the marvellous plots in his books made political gains sound so skilful and clean. This though, it was likely the pony wasn't anyone important. There was nothing to gain by killing him was there? There was no skill or tact to this. It was something a barbaric pony would do, changelings were not barbarians.

"I suggest we assume our chosen persona's and heal his wounds," Aspect interrupted. A plot was forming in Aspect's head. They should heal him and garner what information they could. The pegasus would give the love deserving of those that had saved his life. All that time with books in the library has left Aspect a little hungry after all. Once they learned all they could from him they could either kill him and replace him, or use him further once they got to this town as an unwitting ally. "He could be useful to us, not just as a food source, but he could help persuade these townspeople to accept us." Aspect glanced at his hivemates as he reasoned, "At least, that's what I was told we were doing out here."

[ParrySlice]

Pestilence holding the Medikit nodded at the speculation of the other Fledgeling "I agree with you we should and I indeed shall take part in this" he hissed looking at the others for any objections then took the form of a Stallion Unicorn with a black coat and crimson, black streaked mane and tail with a locust as his cutie mark, Pestilence began to prepare the Medikit so that he could bandage the fallen Pegasus "what are all of you waiting for make your decisions so we may continue this 'mission' of ours I am hungry!" He began band ageing the Injured Pegasus and humming some stupid tune he just came up with from the top of his head.

[Viridian]

**Sorry that I took so long. I got a headache after giving into a nap and now my body is just tired and sore. Eugh. Also apologize if this post seems to neglect something or seems short. I can't keep track of what each character is doing right now too well .D.

It was overwhelming to see a sudden crowd of fellow changelings arrive one by one in time, each giving their ideas on the matter. Most she didn't recognize aside from Deadalus who set up the escape in the first place, but they all had the clearly familiar scent that the hive had. Thorn felt a bit pressured to do something, but one of the unfamiliar changelings took matters into his own hooves and was already bandaging the wounded stallion. Kind of bothering, but it at least took off the weight heaved on her shoulders. She watched from the side, studying the pegasus in his unconscious state. Pushing the feeling of hunger away was an undying struggle, but maybe Thorn wouldn't feel as bad if the pegasus chose to offer it. She hadn't had the chance to feed in a few weeks.

"Well...okay." The mare said in a blunt response to the working changeling, not willingly striking up a conversation. But she did question how he got the supplies. Where did those come from? Thorn didn't bother pondering on the thought and stood quietly after that, shuffling her hooves anxiously.

[Shadowbolt0]

Cryie wasn't too surprised to find other Changeling in this area, but the fact they'd all converged here wasn't the best sign. If the pegasus had friends, and spotted them out here.... Well, that would just make their mission that much harder. But in the end of the day, what pony is actually out this far?

Cryie looked from changeling to Changeling, one had given the other mare who had been here before her a medical pack, giving her the option of what to do. Cryie wanted to help them, if they healed and took care of him, they had a way into town. To leave them, that was cruel, too cruel.

"We're gunna help him, his death serves us nothing" she said, picking up some of the medical supplies and actually trying to care for his wing, not that she really know what to do.

After all, what purpose would it serve to leave them to die? While it could come at a possible security risk, them waking up and escaping, but the possible benefits were too big to list, in addition, Cryie wanted to be able to sleep tonight, and she wouldn't be able to if she knew she'd left a pony to die.

And worst comes to absolute worse, they used him as a source of food. While the idea wasn't a high one in Cryie's mind, her training meant it was always a possibility.

She turned to the other mare, the one who'd been here before her and, she presumed, had something to do with this. She would have spoken, but she noticed a stare from one Changeling, Deadalus, which quickly culled the idea of speaking. Why she didn't know, but she had a bad feeling he wasn't a fan of her, despite this being the first time they'd ever met face-to-face.

[ParrySlice]

He saw the new changeling appear and he nodded at her and said "hey you, come here and help me" he pointed his hoof at the wounded Pegasus, new changeling that just appeared she seemed to want help so he decided to give her the chance to aid him with the wounded Pegasus he needed to talk to someone anyways "so what is your name?" He looked at her with a incredulous look.

[Viridian]

**Now I'm confused. Is anyone going to post?...

[Sethore]

*sorry guys, real life wouldn't let me go for more then 20 minutes. but I'm here now! Could i make the request we color or bold our speech, I'm finding it a little difficult to figure out that is said*

Deadalus gave up on his unyielding glare and huffed in defeat, it was to much effort to try and look mad when really you aren't and there just wasn't enough time in this world to do anything right in his mind. The rustle of leaves behind him had marked the moment his plan had crumbled and the med kit had found its way into the hooves a seemly greedy changeling which brought a frown to his face. The number one cause of detection is greed, and the words that left his mouth alone confirmed that he would be difficult to control and could potentially lead to disaster.

-Zero- The word was silent but his lips followed the motion and he turned to the bush rustling fledgeling behind him. Now this one had intelligence about him and strategic thinking but by no means was his reasoning the same, Deadalus' verdict assumed he would survive on his own in the world but would never understand what living is about. In contrast to greedy one over there that Deadalus made his benchmark, he was much easier to control but most likely going to be harder to teach certain things.

-One- His head twisted back and eyed the first changeling to arrive. She seems indecisive, not one to follow the path that most have gone in his time but the recent interruption left him confused in regards to her motives. He wasn't sure if she was hiding herself in a shell or trying fool him into thinking she was, his silent hope was the sooner but he need more information before he decided and stereotyping would need to wait for that. but he thought if he could bring her out of her shell, he only need guide her and she would make you own way.

-Two- His scan fell upon the last changeling attending the Pegasus alongside the greedy one. Notable the most 'normal' by changeling standards and definitely most normal in this group but something threw off his perception of her and he couldn't quite put his hoof on it. Whatever it is will need to be exposed, even if it is his imagination, the more he knows about them the more he knows what to do.

-Three- His mind had finally realized that the changelings around the pony weren't nurses preparing equipment and how badly they were treating the him, they hadn't check for any extra injury, their bandages where all wrong, did they even try to at lest set the wing back together? His face turned to a grimace at his own failure, they had already choose to help the pony but Deadalus didn't process it until now and quickly dash to the Pegasus.

"Step aside, I'm a doctor." A line he often said because it was true, but even doctors could only do so much in the field. It was a problem and his mind only worked one way "We need to transport this Pegasus up the tree without further injuring him, I have some equipment in its canopy that I need to set his wing in into place... s" His holy hooves felt up and down the rest of the body trying to find any more he hadn't guessed before. The back of his mind lingered with the thought he should have shape shifted before and even now which was making planning the next step hard, there was no point doing it now and his normal form would only make flying much harder. "I hope you all have a original pony to look like, other wise this will be very difficult to convince him we are ponyfolk"

[Zealot]

(No need to be confused, just wait for folks to post and then follow the post order. Just a reminder to everyone that order is; Sethore, Zealot, Parry, Viridian, Shadowbolt0. As for bolding speech, well. I don't really get your reasoning but I shall to satisfy the OP.)

The changeling's words made sense to him. They needed to hide their identities just in case the pony suddenly awoke. Of course, Aspect had a fair few disguises already, mostly from the pages of history. Of course, there was always the chance somepony might compare him to his likeness and that wasn't a risk he was willing to take. Instead, he picked his shape off a picture of a pony in a book. Naturally that pony wasn't the subject of the picture, a soldier amidst the many ranks of pony fighters this figure from the past was obscured by the dashing picture of a one Commander Easyglider. History didn't remember this pony and more than likely they had never existed at all, just an artist's impression, so Aspect had to embellish a little.

With a quick spark, Aspect morphed into his chosen form. A brownish pegasus stallion with a short mane and a short ruffled tail. His wings were large, slightly larger than a normal pegasus. Likely this was simply the style of the artist, either way it added to the character. For the cutie mark, Aspect selected a scroll to symbolise his own love for reading and history. Like all good lies, this pony was based on the truth, the character of a bookish pegasus who enjoyed high society and history. The pony's special talent, well, that was historiography. A historical study of history. It was an unusual career for a pegasus, sure. However there were reasons for that too. While he loved to fly and to work outside, the pony had always found the finite acrobatics of weather control difficult so had settled for a career at a desk. A pretty detailed lie, but as always, details were everything.

After that Aspect stepped back to give their leader space. "You dropped some equipment back there," Aspect informed him as he worked. "I picked it up before I followed you, did you need it for this?"

Honestly Aspect didn't have a clue what he'd picked up. Most likely it was simply bits and bobs, then again it might be useful.

[ParrySlice]

As he saw the so called "leader" but in Pestilence Huffed and swore under his breath, as his leader took the reigns which did not make Pestilence happy at all, so instead of just standing there he decided a good Idea to take his Pony Form so he adopted it and steped back so the others could address the situation as well.

He was a Black Unicorn with a Grey mane with Red Crimson streaks in his hair his cutie mark was a Spade symbol like on a poker card his eyes were a dark shade of Grey.

He looked down at the injured Pegasus and looked at the others for an idea.

[Shadowbolt0]

Cryie let out a slight sigh as Deadalus suggested, well, ordered, them to assume a pony form. While she understood why, and how, she prefered her own form. Still, they didn't want the Pegasus panicking and causing a ruckes. In a flash of green, Cryie used her magic in order to become a new pony. Normally, in most circumstances, a Changling needed to see, or remember a form. Higher Changelings didn't, but then again, Midnight wasn't that good to become a higher Changeling, or that's her theory of it. Instead Cryie brought up a form of a Pegasus she'd read about when studying the military of ponies. Back before the Pegasi united with the other races, there was a Pegasi that was unknown, but she'd seen enough images of it in books to copy it.

Cryie opened her eyes, now having amber eyes. She was a grey coated pegasus, still a mare, with shortish wings, and a long, very messy silver mane. She shook her head, getting into her new form. Then she looked down at the Pegasus, and hearing that they needed to move him, moved in position to carry his head and upper body "I need some help, someone pick up his legs, and someone else use magic to make sure his wings don't go snap on us. Now lets go"

[ParrySlice]

Pestilence nodded at the other changeling who adopted a Pegasus form, (already in his Unicorn form) so Pestilence started to use his magic to prevent the injured Pegasus from becoming even more injured, he looked at the others to see if any of them would help carry the Pegasus as well.

(Sorry sethore my building and colour font is not really working I am using my iPad so that may be the issue so sorry)

[ParrySlice]

(I ma just put this out there did this just Dieeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)