Highly amused by the activities of chasing the vultures and sending their feathers flying the colt leapt and snapped at the birds who really did not not like him by this point. The more that landed the quicker he seemed to be able to chase them off until only a few lone scavengers were left. Pausing to catch his breath he stood with his head lowered and eyes focused on the bird. Sides heaved with the exertion but the boy refused to give up when there was still others left, he just needed a quick rest. Around him multiple black scorch marks decorated the dirt from where his bolts had hit the ground. This was the first time the colt had managed to use his magic when he wanted to, before it always seemed to happen by itself always scaring the shit outta him. "GO! GET OUT OF HERE!" He screamed to the vultures who really paid little to no attention to the hybrid boy. How was he supposed to get rid of them when they would never fly farther than a couple feet?

Warily glancing over to where the corpse was lying he was at least thankful that none of them rats had gotten back to the filly's mother. Snorting with frustration the boy pulled his wings back to his sides just too see what the buzzards would do. Pawing the ground he dared them to come back down here just so he could kick their butts once more. When they stayed airborne a satisfied smirk broke out across his face as he raised his head to look up to the few circling. Looking up his jaw dropped as they had seemed to triple in number and size. Maybe the size was just perspective as he was looking up to their enormous wingspan that could easily be the length of his body. How did they manage to recreate themselves so suddenly? This had to be some for of magic cause he had not noticed this many when he had come over here. There wasn't any way he could hold off all of them at once! As the birds continued to circle around the sun seemed to get blocked by the large birds casting a shadow overtop of him. Uh Oh... somehow this didn't seem good. Backing up a couple steps he fought his inner chicken that was telling him to give up and run away.

Flicking an ear back as a voice seemed to call out he turned his head to see the white filly. Confused as to why she had come out here when she had said she couldn't do it he opened his mouth to speak but the screeching of the vultures made his head whip back to them. "There..there are too many of them." He said stumbling over his words still in disbelief as to how many there actually was. Planting his feet he felt the prickling of fear along his spine as he glared at the ugly buzzards not sure what to do. "They won't hurt us...will they? I mean we.. we aren't.." Stopping himself before he said the d word he cast a hesitant glance back to the filly. Hopefully she had some knowledge about these things that he didn't that might help. Focusing one more electrified fire bolt up into the flying group as one last ditch effort he gasped as it made contact with one of the larger vultures sending it to the ground. Oh no, what did he do? No he hadn't meant to.. no he couldn't have... Feeling dread and guilt settled over him like a blanket he couldn't tear his wide eyes away from the bird.

A few minutes seemed to pass by without the bird moving bringing moisture to his eyes at the horror of what he had done. No, please no. On shaking legs he inched his way forward until he stood over the bird. Reaching out with his muzzle he pushed against its body praying that somehow the bird was still alive. He didn't want to be a killer, he was just trying to get them to go away, he hadn't meant to do this. No sooner had he touched the bird before it suddenly jumped up from the dead with wings flailing wildly. "Ahhh! Zombie!!" He cried in surprise ripping his head back or at least attempting to. It was then that he felt something sharp hit against the side of his face. Stumbling backwards over his feet the next thing he knew he was sitting on the ground watching as the bird took flight. What the hell? He had been dead!


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