Moon Wolf

Vision

  Your death is killing me, day after day.  

Blue irises stared back at two separate pairs of green. Maya had but a second to open her mouth, about to ask about the two newcomers, before she was silenced by a crushing hug. 

"Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! I finally get to meet her! Hershey has told us so much about you!" Maya could only grunt in the crushing embrace as the pony slowly but surely squeezed the life out of her very being.

This is how i die, she thought. Sorry Hershey, Summer, you're on you're own. I'm dead. Truly dying. 

"Lilac! Let her go!" an angelic voice called. "She looks like she's being suffocated!" Thank the moon someone noticed. 

Today was the day Hershey and her other pony friends left for the fair, or whatever it was called. Maya didn't really know, or care, if she wasn't going herself. The morning had started out badly for Maya, waking up from that nightmare and Hershey's method of waking her from it. They had started the fire and had hot chocolate, Maya dozing off a few times on the couch with Hershey petting her head to keep her calm. She wasn't very fond of being pet like a pup after just promising herself she would put on a stronger front. She was still rattled though, her heartbeat still raised, her brain still jumbled, at that point she just never wanted Hershey to stop petting her. 

Eventually she just fell asleep and woke up probably not too long later since it was still dark outside the sliding window door, with an also asleep Hershey and a big, thick blue blanket thrown over them. The fire had been brought down to just hot coals and the last of their hot chocolate had gone cold and forgotten. She had snuggled into the blanket, breathing deeply and expecting to breathe in Hershey's sweet scent, but was instead hit with a different one altogether.

Faint, barely there, but it stuck to the entire blanket no matter where she sniffed. A male, from the slight musk she scented. A male pony? This blanket left her totally confused, but the scent was also comforting. It smelled strong, in the emotional sense, and felt safe. She easily fell asleep again in that scent.

When she woke up again it was morning, Hershey was gone and a different blanket was covering her, the dark green blanket from when she was sitting outside in the snow just the day before. 

She was suspicious at first, and even felt like looking for that safe scent, but it was faint, practically nonexistent, and she suspected it was in Hershey's room. She didn't want to go in there just yet, the door felt cold when she got near it. Cold, sad, scared. That room...

When she had gotten up, Hershey had made breakfast, they talked about dreams they had had in the past, Hershey probably knew Maya didn't want to talk about it, and then Hershey gave her another bath and tied up her hair in her bow. The bath was different this time, the tub being filled over the brim with bubbles that Hershey played with them more than Maya did. Although she did try to bite at some as they floated by.

So a few hours later it was noon and there was a knock on the door which brought them to now, a bunch of colorful equines gathered around a much too small foyer with Maya being suffocated and saved by an angel sent from the moon itself to resurrect her. 

"Put her down!" Maya was finally released and fell to the floor on wobbly hooves, gasping for oxygen. She felt her lungs strain against her rib cage as she gulped in mouthfulls of air. 

"Woopsie..." Maya finally looked up at her attacker and scrutinized them with a glare. It was a female with a lavender coat that, unlike Hershey and Summer, didn't have wings or a horn. She was like Maya, just a simple earth pony. Her mane and tail were a darker purple and long and wavy in texture. Her eyes seemed to switch from yellow-green to vibrant neon green as she tilted her head and smiled brightly at her.