Whisper walked along the dark and damp pathway, blood dripping from her sodden coat. It happened...again. First time wasn't too bad, but this time was. She wasn't even aware of it the first

time either. But this time it was true, real, and she had known what was going on.

The moon hid from her, scared of her next crazed attack. Even the stars hid behind the writhing black clouds that looked like wraiths.Whisper's eyes glowed, twitched, and stared down as she walked her mysterious path into oblivion.

All she wanted to do was die, alone and cold, covered in blood and without a friend. Alone in the Black. Leo was gone, Star-Song, Spitfire,Luna, and more. Her heart was shattered, piercing the insides of her body and making her internally and externally bleed out. And even so, she still had the endless strength to walk on, leaving blood stains down the path.

Something crunched inside a bush nearby, and that's when it happened again. Whisper's form was shredded, black tendrils enveloping her body, twisting and tearing at her body until she was an Alicorn no longer, but a tall and dark black wolf with crazed, glowing, green eyes. She snarled at the sound, and out bounded a rabbit, white and as fluffy as ever. A snarl emerged from the wolf and she lunged at the innocent creature, ripping it to shreds and sending the insides scattering along the already bloodied ground. Bits of fur and skin, other gore, were all around the bloodied,snarling wolf now. You couldn't even tell what it was that had been shredded.

Whisper calmed,and her form twitched into the Alicorn. She looked down shamefully at the gore around her. This could not keep happening. It simply could not. There was only one hope to resolving her mad Shadow form: Zecora.

It took her about the whole night to reach Zecora's home. Dawn was breaking when she crossed the hill. Red, pinks, and dying grays played along in the sky, night's clouds drifting away lazily. Larks chirped happily from the sky and trees above. To anyone else that would have been a soothing sound, but to Whisper, it just made her want to rip off her ears. The blood on her pelt had dried, leaving it dry and crusty. Perhaps she should turn back around to the pond she saw and clean off first. She was pretty sure Zecora didn't want a blood crusted Alicorn coming into her home.

Whisper swerved back around and headed in the direction of the pond she had past about half an hour ago. When a snake slithered in her way, she had to stare up at the sky to resist the urge of killing it. A few more trot steps and she would be at the pond. The only thing keeping her away was her growling stomach. The wolf might as well be living in there, snarling its protest for some sort of nutrition.

With a sigh Whisper sniffed around, trying to find the slightest game trail. Her stomach growled 5 times louder when she picked up the trail of a squirrel. Even though she was a pony that normally ate hay and varied kinds of grasses, the wolf urged for raw meet. But that's not what Whisper wanted. Around the pond was lush grass and scattered daisies. That appealed more to the Alicorn's liking.Taking careful hoof-steps to the pond, she averted her gaze slightly above the horizon and slightly below it.