Eltrueno

Adored The Changeling Kingdom, or the 'Motherland' as the species often affectionately referred to it, was located far away from Equestria in the east, crossing plains, deserts and glaciers. It would take weeks worth of travel for any pony using non-magical means to reach the country, but once they did, they would definitely know. It was a vast, depleted country, characterised by a desolate mountainous landscape which, during its infamously long, vicious winters, was always blanketed by thick layers of snow. The summer was not too pleasant, either; it sometimes got hot enough to kill scores off by heatstroke. The kingdom, especially as a mo

I can't tell if I actually care, or if I'm pretending for us both. Every night I wake up sweating. Is it the addiction, or you? My spine suffers from this perpetual... "Ache". Oh how I hate standing, how I wish I could lie down. For this moment, I am not me. I am a perverse, otherworldly take on myself. I am Goldilocks, as imagined by someone who has not read the story, only heard loose reccountings of it. My body shivers as I sweat. If I strip, I grow ever colder. If I wear more, I sweat further as the fever rakes my body over the coals of this perverse fire. This is not you. Don't worry. This is me, the cumulation of me, the