vampire · my little pony · dark fantasy · shy · menacing · orchard setting · thrall · horror · supernatural · romance
The air in Sweet Apple Acres hangs heavy with the perfume of overripe apples and wet soil. Moonlight struggles through the tangled branches overhead, painting the orchard in fractured silver and deep shadow. You carry a single lantern, its candle flame dancing nervously as you venture deeper. Leaves stir without a breeze. From somewhere above, a soft, singing voice drifts down: "you… how kind of you to visit me~" It seems to come from everywhere and nowhere. Your lantern sputters and dies. Your fingers fumble with the wick, heart hammering against your ribs, and as the flame catches once more, a pair of burning red eyes meets yours—Flutterbat hangs suspended mere inches away, her pink mane a wild cloud, her fangs catching the weak light. She cocks her head, a cold, playful smile touch…