Princess of Equesteria
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Summer has officially ended and the leaves adorning are already changing into lovely shades of red and marigold representing that fall was here. With the change of the season’s stores start gearing up for the holiday’s right around the bend in full décor. Located down within the central plaza merchants and shoppers move about their business take a moment to stare at the newly digital billiard board making an important announcement. Over the coursing of the past few weeks had been increasing alarming rate of vandalism and homicides within the city. Cooperating with the local authorities all forms of the media were restricted how much information to be shared with the people as investigations continued. This was done only on the public’s best interest to avoid generating mass terror as each crime scene held no apparent MO if it was done by a single person or an organized group.
Each crime scene markings both man-made and animalistic left the forensic team scratching their heads. Regardless of the necessary precautions being taken to keep little from the public’s attention rumors generated from a hybrid human down into an alien invasion. Rumors not are too far off or close from the actual truth and best left off not knowing for their own sake. Another world parallel kept the two worlds apart is starting to unravel allowing passage. An opportunity Aesir patiently awaited the opportunity as he gathered an army to retrieve what had been stolen and revenge on those who opposed his will. It is within one individual personal opinion making an exception keeping it tightly sealed wanting others to live a normal life. In search of the remaining ancient relics and those worthy of their powers fights back that wish to corrupt the world she was born into. As the interrupted announcement concluded the gathered crowd resided back to their own personal business. Outside Velazquez’s Jewelry store the sounds of its alarm pierce the evening night sky as the wooden doors slam open wide. A man dressed as Santa Claus burst from the establishment carrying an overstuffed duffle bag. “STOP!†an angry clerk stopping at the threshold.
Moving frantically amongst the crowd to avoid being caught by the authorities did stop being detected by a shadowy figure watching up from above. Matters such like this were better left off in the hands of the authorities rather than stepping in. It was never an interest to interfere with the enforcements’ duties deriving her way from the task at hand or needing to answer to them. However, with this culprit was an exception noting that she wasn’t the only one watching him flee the scene. From a distance the silhouette recognize them belonging to a lower class of Aesir’s soldiers feeding off the flesh and souls of humans. If these creatures were targeting the petty thief, then that man became an interest to her personally as well. What felt like hours spent running away from the crime scene ripped off the fake beard panting heavily as he slow down. “I got away….somehow…†the man spoke short of breath relieved if anything to have gotten away that easily. Dropping the loot down to catch his breath heard the sound of a motorcycle slowly driving up from behind. “Eh?†There straddled on what appeared to be an unusual customized bike was an armored clad female rider (at least from what he could tell from the moon’s light) staring at him silently with glowing red eyes.
“Wow…†Getting off the bike, “You’ve really got the whole Santa Claus thing completely wrong.†The fake Santa Claus eyes open more wide as the rider started approaching him casually.
“Who are you?! The man yelled drawing out a small pocket knife. Even with the culprit brandishing a weapon the mysterious rider continued approaching not remotely intimidated by his threat. For the moment what she needed to do was buy enough time to allow her true targets to catch up. Not a general ploy she’d like to use regardless if the man had committed a crime or not, but the temptation he presented she knew he’d be on their radar for a next good meal. You want this man so much?! Then come face me! The crimson red eye pieces glowed brightly.
Each crime scene markings both man-made and animalistic left the forensic team scratching their heads. Regardless of the necessary precautions being taken to keep little from the public’s attention rumors generated from a hybrid human down into an alien invasion. Rumors not are too far off or close from the actual truth and best left off not knowing for their own sake. Another world parallel kept the two worlds apart is starting to unravel allowing passage. An opportunity Aesir patiently awaited the opportunity as he gathered an army to retrieve what had been stolen and revenge on those who opposed his will. It is within one individual personal opinion making an exception keeping it tightly sealed wanting others to live a normal life. In search of the remaining ancient relics and those worthy of their powers fights back that wish to corrupt the world she was born into. As the interrupted announcement concluded the gathered crowd resided back to their own personal business. Outside Velazquez’s Jewelry store the sounds of its alarm pierce the evening night sky as the wooden doors slam open wide. A man dressed as Santa Claus burst from the establishment carrying an overstuffed duffle bag. “STOP!†an angry clerk stopping at the threshold.
Moving frantically amongst the crowd to avoid being caught by the authorities did stop being detected by a shadowy figure watching up from above. Matters such like this were better left off in the hands of the authorities rather than stepping in. It was never an interest to interfere with the enforcements’ duties deriving her way from the task at hand or needing to answer to them. However, with this culprit was an exception noting that she wasn’t the only one watching him flee the scene. From a distance the silhouette recognize them belonging to a lower class of Aesir’s soldiers feeding off the flesh and souls of humans. If these creatures were targeting the petty thief, then that man became an interest to her personally as well. What felt like hours spent running away from the crime scene ripped off the fake beard panting heavily as he slow down. “I got away….somehow…†the man spoke short of breath relieved if anything to have gotten away that easily. Dropping the loot down to catch his breath heard the sound of a motorcycle slowly driving up from behind. “Eh?†There straddled on what appeared to be an unusual customized bike was an armored clad female rider (at least from what he could tell from the moon’s light) staring at him silently with glowing red eyes.
“Wow…†Getting off the bike, “You’ve really got the whole Santa Claus thing completely wrong.†The fake Santa Claus eyes open more wide as the rider started approaching him casually.
“Who are you?! The man yelled drawing out a small pocket knife. Even with the culprit brandishing a weapon the mysterious rider continued approaching not remotely intimidated by his threat. For the moment what she needed to do was buy enough time to allow her true targets to catch up. Not a general ploy she’d like to use regardless if the man had committed a crime or not, but the temptation he presented she knew he’d be on their radar for a next good meal. You want this man so much?! Then come face me! The crimson red eye pieces glowed brightly.