"I'm going to look for the other two." He said, releasing control of his corpse and animating a decorative suit of armor. "Whatever you do, don't go into wolf form. I don't want you to get hurt."
Flitter had gone back inside the palace. "Look, if you need me, I'm going to be at Town Hall, planning out attack squads and methods against Dragons and enemy armies. Feel free to either call me with telepathy or come get me, and don't hesitate to do either one." He said to Flitter before leaving
(Telekinesis is moving objects. I think you mean "Telepathy".) Narrowleaf ran off to find the other two, armor clanging.
(That's it. Kinesis is moving things...I meant telepathically. Yep. I'll fix it.) Bolt heard clanging. "What in the name of the nonexistent king is that?" He asked, turning.
Bolt sat there. "C-Can I hug you? Or should I just fly laps around New Equestria and make my citizens overthrow me?" Bolt asked.
"Wh-what?" Narrowleaf asked. "You really should be cured. Both of you. Some citizens just tried to kill Brisk."
"Did you kill them? You know I would have. Oh...nevermind. But I swear if anypony touches my wife, they'll be gone before their family can beg me to spare them." Bolt said
"I thought I might as well tell you." Narrowleaf replied, transforming into an ink dragon and flying off.
Flitter turned a corner and stopped. There were a bunch of angry ponies, but they hadn't seen her yet. She took a deep breath and flew over. She was princess now, after all, and she had to show it. "My friends, what..?" "Timberwolfs!" screamed a mare. "Changelings!" called another. "Dragons!" protested a stallion. She smiled lightly, and her horn glowed. "I am..." A flash of light interrupted her, and she turned into a black timberwolf being lowered to the ground. All the ponies heard in their heads the rest of the sentence. "A changling and a timberwolf. Will you fight me for being as I was when I was born?" she asked.
Narrowleaf noticed the angry crowd. He dropped from the sky, roaring at the crowd. "Back off! All of you!"
They screamed in fear, but one particularily brave young colt bounded forward. His mother screamed, but she didn't go after him, scared of being killed. "You.. don't scare me!" he cried, fluttering his wings.
Narrowleaf lowered his head, close to the colt's. He let out another roar, spraying ink all over the colt's head. "All of you, one at a time!"
Bolt dropped out of the sky like a meteor, scaring the crowd backwards, and stepped in front of Flitter. His voice had finally changed now, into more of a low, raspy tone (Gaara? Someone here knows who Gaara is right? Look up the voice if not, this is the last change) and he spoke intimidatingly. "If anyone touches my wife, I'll see to it that you aren't wasting my space anymore. That includes the ashes I'll make you into first."
(Yay! Group time!) Brisk sprinted up, in pony form. "Please, everypony. Calm down.." she called, softly. The colt whimpered, but stood strong. "I'm.. not SCARED OF YOU!" he screamed. "YOU KILLED MY DADDY!"
Tears streamed down his face, and his wings flapped valiantly, but like all young fillies, he couldn't get too far off the ground.. "I told you. You.." with this his voice cracked. "Don't scare me!"
Bolt looked puzzled. "No, I killed HIS daddy." He said, pointing at Leaf. "But I don't know, maybe I killed yours too. And if anypony else's daddy steps up, I'll kill them too! Won't that be fun, Leaf?" He asked, smiling maniacally.
