After a long while of thinking, your thoughts align and your choice becomes clear, “…I wanna be a ponywolf”

     The lord of the dead blinks, “Okay then…Fido…”

     You raise an eyebrow, “And what’s that supposed to-”

     “Er nothing,” he smiles sheepishly, “well, time to get you onto your ponywolfing and all that”

     His horn glows a familiar dark green hue, before it explodes into a near-blinding white flash. On your way out, you think you hear him whisper, “Good luck”

     When the green light fades from your retina, you come to your senses in the middle of the forest. You’re…running…but from what exactly?

     The sound of heavy breathing and the crushing of branches and leaves follows you, accompanied by the occasional growl.

     Whatever is chasing you seems to be getting closer, as the sound gets louder. You chance a quick look behind you…which you immediately regret.

     A massive, dark grey wolf is chasing after you from behind, with dark, deep red eyes. Its massive jaws have a ring of wet blood around them, and its unkept coat bares deep scars of claw marks, suggesting that this creature has tangled with other forms of monsters before.

     As you come in eye contact with one another, the creature roars, and a bloodlust overcomes its instincts, giving it the necessary energy to tackle you to the dirt path from behind.

     Wow…it’s only been like 30 seconds in this new life and I’m already almost dead…

     The monster rears up on its hind legs to intimidate you for a moment before it dives down onto your jugular to deliver a killing blow to you, but you reflexively stick a leg out to protect yourself.

     The beast’s jaws tightly clamp around your leg and you cry out in pain loudly. Fighting back tears, you spot your mother’s shiny necklace beside you. It must have fallen off when you were tackled to the ground! Painful memories flow through your brain.

A few months ago…

     You lay beside your mother in her deathbed, crying. Not a tear escapes her eye, but you know she that she is in great pain.

     “Don’t cry, stupid boy” she commands bluntly.

     Your mother is a proud mare, and she refuses to be pitied. That being said, you really have no control over it today.

     “B-but the doctors said-” you sob.

     She smacks you, “Don’t worry about what the doctors say, worry about what I say”

     You wipe your tears and notice her taking off the necklace around her neck.

     Wide-eyed you step back, “No, mother, that was-”

     “Your father’s, yes,” she interrupts, “I promised him when HE was dying that I would protect and cherish it always…and now it’s your turn”

     You sniff, then, after a few moments of her holding it out to you impatiently, take it from her hoof, trembling.

     The silver medallion was passed down from generation to generation of your paternal heritage. It bears your family crest, reminding you of your family’s lordship status during medieval times. You stare at it, but your trance is broken when you notice the splash of teardrops on its shiny surface. You’re crying again.

     She grabs your face with both of her hooves roughly and stares you in the eyes, “No more tears, Boy. Do you see me crying? I’m not crying, and I’m dying here. Be strong, you’ll be in my position one day talking to YOUR child, and you’ll have to go through the same thing. Keep your soul clean, keep your eyes dry, and most importantly-”

Back to the present…

     “-keep my heritage sacred” you whisper to yourself as the wolf howls on top of you in victory.

     You kiss your family heirloom and set it next to you. Somepony will find your corpse out here and they’ll hopefully bury you with it.

     It looks down at you, then at your necklace and barks loudly. It reaches a paw over to knock the medallion away from you when suddenly-

Sssssssssss!

     The wolf yipes in pain at its injury and steps back a few feet. You catch a glimpse of its paw and notice a burn mark with fresh smoke coming from it. You look back down for a source of flame, but only see your medallion.

     Realizes sets in on your and you smile, “Silver! A ponywolf’s weakness is silver!”

     The ponywolf realizes your thought process and lunges in for another attack, but you hold the silver necklace out in front of you threateningly.

     Hesitantly, the growling wolf retreats back off in the direction it came from with its tail between its legs.

     Taking a second to catch your breath, you put your necklace back around your neck and examine the bite mark on your leg.

     Should you go to the doctor, or just head back home? The doctors might turn you into the local authorities, considering you’re now a ponywolf. On the other hand, they might be able to cure it…what will you do?

Choice:

1. I guess I don't have much of a choice, I can't just not tell anypony. Click here

2. What am I going to tell the doctors? I don't know what they'll do, but I don't wanna risk it. Click here