Dance with the Forest (With truedemonicfire)

Here you go truedemonicfire, just as you asked for! Oh, this is post-apocalyptic just so you know.

(Let us begin, oh, and are you male or female?)

One thousand years ago, the end of the Earth had come about, mother nature ripping herself apart and demolishing any and all. One day, an Alicorn of new age sacrificed himself in order to restore the balance once again, reviving the Earth from its hellish state. But there was a backfire, all of the land was covered in thick forest and jungle, life sprouting about as the Alicorn turned into ash, and faded from life itself. Every year, there was a celebration, but it was not time for that just yet, still, it was one year away.
Survivors from all around the world would create tribes, clans, and communities and militaries, rebuilding a small society from scratch and remains. Years had passed, and the societies build up, but only very slowly, leaving nature to its best state. Of course, small towns were built within the forests, but only houses of acceptable sizes. Peace was spread throughout the globe, no war at all, no evil, just the common good of nature and creature.

 

(Its actually fine)

A rumble could be felt again near your position. Scavengers, the villages gatherer group that scavenge for supplies in old buildings... and really good demolition experts. That rumble marked another building that had collapsed, this happened normally when a building was not needed and needed to be stripped of the outer resources for newer structures, which were only built in the canyons where no plant life actually existed. The houses that were apart of the villages were built into large trees, even into hills and underground, it was more natural to do so.
These Scavengers were more brave then the old Wanderbolts in history classes, they did dangerous things everyday that marked them as Missing In Action during a Scavenge Run, just in case either were lost or killed. They would go into old buildings, collapsing and falling apart, and take any supplies from the large structures, using the supplies for the village. One of these Scavengers was Rusted Cog, or just Rust for short. He always worked during the celebrations that were thrown, having nothing to do with them. Sure, somepony saved them all from extinction, but that was one thousand years ago.
Rust had just finished his run that had taken over night, and was headed home for a nice shower, a bite to eat, and some good rest. He had been known as the hard worker of the village, not taking any breaks what so ever, which made him a respected pony. He didn't care about status, he cared for progress.

 

As you would approach, you could hear laughter as the rest of the rubble fell down the empty canyon. It was a group of Scavengers, one of them helping another from the edge of it.
"Man that was close! How the hay you even did that I don't even know!" One of them laughed aloud.
"It takes skill son!" Another would say, making the laughter more and more.
There was a certain individual who was only smirking, and he was one of the tallest. He was a darkish lightish brown, some spots of his body were anyway. He was the many shades of rust, having a sword breaking a rusted cog. He had dark brown hair with hazel green eyes.
This was Rusted Cog, or just Rust. He was well known to be the hardest working of all villagers, working more and more, day and night to make sure the village is supplied with items form the ancient buildings of past society.

 

The group begins to carry heavy loads of supplies back to the pathway to the village, Rust carrying a good amount like the other heavies. At the corner of his eye he noticed you, but only thought he was seeing things and ignored you.

 

As they would arrive to the village, there were guards about, making sure the peace was kept. They would head into a large building, and as they came out, their gear, supplies they gathered, and other things were gone. Rust cracked his neck, the others in front of him talking amongst each other.

 

As you would view the village, you would see every house was built into a tree, yet somehow the tree was still alive. Rust walked into one, a small, two story house that had only five rooms and technically speaking three stories, a treehouse connected to it. He would walk in, and start up the shower, sighing in relief that tomorrow he gets paid for all of the work from this week.

 

Rust caught a glimpse of the mare once more, no, he was not seeing things this time, somepony was spying on them. Ot could have been the raiders from last week, then again the bodies were dumped into the great lakes... oh well. Rust immediately took off after the mare, leaving the village with nothing more then a machete. He wanted to know what she was doing, and he kept good distance too, making sure he was tracking her correctly.

 

Rust had not lost her, following the imprints in the ground (Keep in mind you are on dirt), he had found the female on time, and pulling out his machete, he would say aloud, "Hey!" Just to catch the attention.

 

Rust had to confront her, he would have no choice in the matter anyway, "Why were you stalking us?" He would ask in a deep serious tone.

 

"Rusted Cog, a Scavenger," He replied, still having the machete in hoof. He didn't trust her one bit, and he sure as hell did not know why she was spectating his village. A threat? They didn't pose any threat at all!
In the distance on the path, there could be heard very much hoof steps and other noises. There was shouting, roaring of ponies and small dragons. Raiders, and they seemed to going in a certain direction as well. Rust turned around, hearing where the Raiders were going, he knew too damn well which path they were on. He took off immediately, trying to get back to the village.