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Breakfast in Bridlewood (Open)


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It had been a... respectable amount of time since Phobiaus had last paid a visit to the dark, forest home of the unicorns.

 

The superstitious, horn headed nutters were a bit of a personally a favorite of his. It was part of the reason he had set up his lair in the depths of the Bridlewood forest to begin with; Relatively easy access to those who were naturally skittish and prone to glancing fearfully at shadows.  The fact that he had personally helped cultivate that state of being over the generations merely made him appreciate the hard work he had put in to ensure that whenever he awoke from hibernation, there would be a meal waiting for him. 

 

And that was exactly what he was looking for as he stalked the predawn shadows of the settlement; It was a wonderful time to scout out the current lay of the land and the ponies that inhabited it since those just waking up would still be shaking off the siren call of slumber and those who had been up all night would be tired and looking to go to bed... both states of mind in which the pony might doubt themselves if they saw something move in a shadow. Plus it provided plenty of shadows in which to lurk, added greatly by the forest nature of the settlement helping to filter out the sun.

 

But right now, he was simply looking for a mark and was staying hidden while doing so.

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