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Scene from “Survivor Shy”, a story that follows Fluttershy living in a world completely and suddenly devoid of other ponies.
With nopony to turn to, Fluttershy is forced to learn to fend for herself, and find a way, if possible, to bring back ponykind and save Equestria.
The story is told through the images, and the story excerpts they inspire. The scenes are not typically created and uploaded in chronological order, making the true turn of events a mystery that the readers must unravel as more scenes are revealed.
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With nopony to turn to, Fluttershy is forced to learn to fend for herself, and find a way, if possible, to bring back ponykind and save Equestria.
The story is told through the images, and the story excerpts they inspire. The scenes are not typically created and uploaded in chronological order, making the true turn of events a mystery that the readers must unravel as more scenes are revealed.
Survivor Shy Gallery
FAQ
Tumblr
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“Watching the gang of Diamond Dogs scout around a part of Fillydelphia, kicking their way inside shops and homes, throwing sentimental but worthless possessions onto the streets while taking whatever valuables they could find, I began to grow more and more upset. They didn’t care that something awful had happened to the ponies who had lived there, and they didn’t care about the damage they caused to those desolate homes and empty streets. If it meant a profit to them, they didn’t care if they robbed from the dead cities.
“My patience was wearing thin, and I felt sick through the amount of anger I was containing. And as I looked inside the dimly lit caves, hearing the sounds of the triumphant Dogs returning home with their loot, I felt myself begin to reach my boiling point. In the back of my mind, I could hear a voice begging for me to calm down before I went inside, but I banished it with a huff.
“I marched through the tunnels, following the sound of the Diamond Dogs I was following, soon choosing to follow the sound of civilisation as it became louder. I came up to large entrance, guarded by two Diamond Dogs in armour. As I approached, they rubbed their eyes in disbelief, and cautiously stepped forward to intercept me, spears held at the ready.
“Without a thought, I suddenly unfurled my wings and took to the air, quickly closing the distance between us, and caught the pair of them in a debilitating stare. Spears clanged to the floor, and the Dogs turned around and ran off. I dropped down onto my hooves, a sly smile creeping up on my face. Again, the voice in the back of my head piped up, reacting in abject terror. I pressed on, trying to cancel it out.
“I spotted signs pointing towards the marketplace, or bazaar as the Diamond Dogs had named it. As I followed the route, I came across another pair of guards. They ordered me to halt, and blocked the entrance to the bazaar. Like the guards before, I locked them into my gaze. The hairs on the back of their neck began to stick up, and I released them from my stare. They dropped to the floor and cowered and whimpered. I passed them and walked into the bazaar, passing bemused goats, sheep, and even cows who had witnessed the scene.
“The voice in my head started pleading to me, ‘Stop! You’re hurting them! You’re going to get into serious trouble and get thrown into a dungeon before you even find where an Element of Harmony is being kept!’
“I hesitated and thought for a moment, I needed to find the Elements, and staring down every Diamond Dog I met wasn’t going to help my cause, even if they had deeply offended me. But what they had done was wrong, so very wrong, wasn’t I right to be hurt and angry?
“I spotted a stand selling jewellery, and started making my way towards it to ask if the trader had seen a necklace like mine. I watched the Diamond Dog behind the table casually reach behind him and lift a dagger off a crate, and attempt to hide it behind his back. He was expecting trouble, even if he was wearing a big, toothy grin like he was.
“I propped my forehooves on the table and lifted myself up to his level as best as I could. My mind carried on arguing for me to calm down and to not do anything sudden, especially since the trader was prepared, and hiding his eyes behind a squint.
“‘How may I help you, pony? Looking for something? A nice, shiny, gemstone, hmm?” He greeted cheerfully, clearly a master salesdog.
“I could hear a commotion behind me, which only meant approaching guards. I stared blankly at the trader, and began to lose my anger and think clearly instead. It was probably too late to make amends now, but I had a moment to at least ask him what I wanted to know.
“I turned to my saddlebags and reached for the Element of Kindness, and was greeted by the sound of sharp weapons being drawn and pointed at me. Slowly, I pulled the Element out and placed it on my hoof, and looked up at the trader, who now had his dagger ready to defend himself with. He looked at the necklace oddly, unsure of what I was doing.
“I blinked a couple of times, clearing my vision and feeling my expression soften, and asked him. ‘Have you seen any other necklaces like this one?’”