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The pile of bones stirred and from beneath them clambered out a young filly; her her deep burgundy vest along with her white undershirt was in tatters. Her signature red bow was soiled and covered in sweat. The little filly shook her head and spat out a mouthful of blood. Multiple lacerations covered her body; with her left front hoof she pushed her bangs and got the worse to blood out of her eyes. for several seconds she sat there and panted as she caught her breath. Then she closed her eyes and a great, glowing yellow-green scythe burst into life in her right front hoof. The little filly started scanning around the landscape looking for her adversary. Finally she screamed out at the top her lungs.


"Is that all ya got ya worthless piece of crap? If ya want me a dead then ya will have ta TRY HARDER!"


This is a very quick sketch I did last night, and it is from a recent dream in my Equestria dreamscape in which Applebloom is confronted with a very formidable opponent! I have labeled this as mature only because I am uncertain how folks will react to effectively an injured child.



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