PLEASE NOTE THIS IS A CUSTOM AU You are wondering off in the out skirts of ponyville. A silent… ponyville… something about this makes you feel odd. You come across a house that looks like a strong gust of wind could blow and it would timber. You enter it and see someone, in a black chais around his wrists, that have purple shining cracks. It’s me… Tyurumi. Rough, Cold, Careless, rarely friendly to anyone. In this AU I am also a war machine.