by pknote » Wed Feb 17, 2016 4:25 pm
(No, it's not a Christmas thing)
Koschei smiled at the children and families in the small camp, making his way to a market (they've been there a while.) The earth pony sighed, clenching his head as the pounding grew louder and louder in his head, he'd been good for so long, the pain had stopped but now he was 'alone' once again. The equestrian antipsychotics, he pretended were helping, the reisdents were so sweet and gave them to him unknowing of the poison that it was to him. Ponies came up, talking to him and calling him 'Mr. Timestop' and other nicknames, none of them ever called him by his real name. Not a single one, saying something about how his name was too alien.