>>3843 >Apple Bloom's thoughts where gone from the outside world. >The dirt was her canvas. >Various lines formed upon it, some of which she didn't even remember drawing. >It was a mix of abstract shapes, fish, ponies shaped like fish, and bladed weapons. >Some of the bladed weapons were impaled in the fish. >Some of the fish had bloods and guts everywhere. >Apple Bloom just smiled to herself. She didn't feel a rage with it. Just a curiosity. >She knew most ponies would disapprove, especially her family. >Why did she have to hide something so simple? >Was that the reason she only drew in the dirt? >To hind it from a more permanent medium? >Remain secret? >Why? >Well, as far as she knew, such imagery was probably not normal for a filly of her age. >And she could see many being angered at violence. >It all just felt so off to her.
