The blue pegasus flew through the air, she was used to this routine. She kept a watchful eye out for anything that moved. She saw a ratto about half her size, scurry across a pile of dead roaches. She thought of Rarity, how would she survive in this dump? She laughed and tryed to land softly, she crashed and cursed at herself. She wished she hadn`t dropped out of flight school. She brushed herself off and trotted forward.
She smelled something awful, it was the worst stench she had ever smelled. She walked over to it`s fonte and found a horid sight. The decaying body of a teenage pony. With...
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