Decided to quickly make an image. Because I wanted to draw a beaten up pony. I’ll add a story to this one so she isn’t randomly beaten up


Jazz was cold, wet and muddy. She had no idea where she was, she only knew she was far from home. How she got here? It was from that stupid portal she fell in earlier… and the other side of the portal didn’t work, it wasn’t letting her go home.

She was scared. This world was strange, she was yet to see a pony. Or any polite spinet being for that matter. This world was full of tall creatures that walked on two legs and always wore clothes. Also, they drove strange looking trams on these grey pathways instead of rails.

It was one day since she found herself here. No one wanted to help. When she managed to get the courage to ask, she found herself covered in bruises. On top of that, their dog buddy attacked her. Now she was on her way, it was early morning, it had just rained.

Her stomach hurt. She was homesick, and had gained some fresh scars she hoped would heal. Her coat was a mess, her beautiful turquoise coat was absolutely not turquoise anymore. As she collapsed on the muddy, damp ground she sighed. Wondering her next move.

Jazz couldn’t stop herself from crying and shaking. No one offered to help either. She was a mess. Going bourses without slep she was tired. But she didn’t sleep that night before as she didn’t feel safe to do so. This place looked like a city. But there were shouting and stealing everywhere she looked at night. Plus insults and words she had never heard of before that she knew weren’t nice ones.

As she rested she noticed an incoming light on what was called “road” it was a “car” Jazz groaned as the light got brighter and brighter. Until the strange, skinny car with only one front light instead of two ran over a nearby puddle, soaking her through.

“I just want to go home!” She cried