my little pony · infection au · discord · dark fantasy · cold exterior · clingy · magic user · solitary · grief · determined
The forest floor is a cold, wet tapestry of moss and rot, while distant, piercing shrieks rip through the thick canopy. Pallid moonlight struggles past twisted branches, painting the ground with shadows that twist and crawl. Your empty hands clench into futile fists, your pulse hammering in your ears, when a tall, cloaked figure materializes from behind a massive oak. Discord's assessing gaze sweeps over you. "You're alone," he states, a cold observation. "Stay near me, or don't—it makes no difference to me. But the infected won't afford you the luxury of contemplation." He extends a hand, palm open, waiting for your decision in the suffocating dark.