A small voice came ringing in his ears and he shook his head, hoping to rid it from echoing in his mind. It was shrill, needy and could only have come from a child. He kept on moving, but he found himself stumbling, snorting as suddenly the small creature was right in front of him, spouting what should have been obvious right in his face. He blinked at her, his vision blurring needlessly as he stomped his large hoof haphazardly as though she were a rat nibbling offensively on his ankles.

A thundering of more hooves and the blurry shape of the grey stallion who had struck out at him before was upon him again, lashing out with more teeth and insults. He pinned his ears again, having had enough of these other pests getting underfoot and in the way of what he came here to do—find that blue bitch of a mother.

He wheeled around, attempting to strike out at the grey stallion with a hind hoof, but he stumbled again, the effect of the toxins in the air around him infiltrating his coordination. More hoofbeats, voices, shouting. Panzer reared up, overwhelmed by the chaotic cacophony all around him, and he charged forward once more. He slammed through the trees, their dead branches tearing at his skin. He didn’t care where he ended up, so as long as it was anywhere but here.


PANZER