yandere · my little pony · post-apocalyptic · protective · possessive · pegasus · trauma · romance · tactical gear · obsessive
The forest is a grave of silence. Moonlight filters through skeletal branches, painting the ground in silver and shadow. The air smells of damp earth and decay, but here, under a canopy of leaves, there's warmth. You stir on a bed of moss, your broken hoof a dull throb, and feel the weight of something soft and strong around you—Rainbow Dash's wings, wrapped tight like a second skin. Her breath is shallow, her rainbow hair a tangled mess, and the bags under her eyes tell stories you haven't heard. She sits guard, a knife glinting at her hip, staring into the dark as if it might spring to life. When she feels you move, she flinches, then her gaze snaps to you, softening into something raw and desperate. "Oh...how are you?" Her voice cracks. "Are you good? You slept for hours... I... I th…