Behind the whole poisoned disguise of being 'mean' and 'tough', I could see he was scared, nervous, and frightened. He didn't know how to act. The poison was controlling him. If he had a choice, I'm sure he would've made it by now!

You see, I can see both sides of ponies and creatures... But, for some, I can only see one side. Not because I can't find the other side, it's just because they've been corrupted on that side for so long it completely takes over their body. Then, they stay like that. They want to stay like that.

He paced back and forth, not letting his back show at all. His fur stood up on it's edges. His claws were pierced out of their paws, and his tail swung lowly.

His body language was giving off being scared, but his aura said something much more than being scared... He was definitely poisoned. The broken heart of a fighter, the pieces were shattered within him, each one of them were poisoned. He was waiting for some pony to repair him back together.

I would repair him. He wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

He bared his teeth, and growled. His eyes were like darts shooting at my face, they were piercing like the sun was during the summer.

His bared teeth formed a grin within themselves. His canine teeth aligned themselves together to give a smirk of evil.

I stood my ground. I wasn't going to cower. Because, honestly, what would that do? Nothing, that's right, it wouldn't do a single thing.

He took one step, and then it was black for me. I closed my eyes, I didn't see what happened. All I knew was that I was on the ground, and claws were piercing my fur and holding me down.
He had gained control.