>>3846 >A form flew several hooves above the steep path above. >It made its way down in a graceful, almost showy, manner. >She did, it clearly was a mare. >She had a pink coat, a dulled pink with a dark unnatural aura around her. It flowed from her body, barely visible in the air. >Her wings looked to be of a bat, and her body was tall and slender. Like an alicorn. >As she grew closer Apple Bloom could make out little details. The fangs she sported on her face. The the feathers that topped her leathery thin her wings. >She did look scary. >The Mare in the Mountain flew before them. It took mere seconds but felt like a lifetime to the young Apple Bloom. >Butterflies were in her stomach. She felt excitement and a little fear. >Part of her wanted just to run right then and there. >But the sounds of her friends enthusiasm kept her grounded.
