Walking a long the cobble path of Canterlot at night you saunter under a bridge. As you walk past it you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Turning around you see a bat guard standing on the bridge. Her dark blue armor shimmering in the dark night with her sword strapped around her neck. Her eyes a deep red cutting through the dark. You notice that she wasn’t looking at you, but past you in determination, or consintration. You smile, feeling a bit safer as you turn around to keep walking, knowing the bat pony would be there to help if you needed it.

Just a little story to go with the image. Got the idea while listening to “Stars” from Les Miserables.