MLP: Cotton 'n GregGreg was stealth incarnate. He was the rushing shadow in the dark, that little shape in the corner of your eye that was gone long before you could get a decent look at it. He was the ultimate infiltrator, the perfect spy: a creature capable of melding into any environment, slipping around completely undetected. Until he wished to strike, that is. As a changeling, he was the perfect predator, living atop a food chain in an order that none dared challenge.Alighting on the roof of a tiny farmhouse, Greg ditched his pegasus disguise for his natural, glorious changeling form. In a flash of green fire, his light-blue fur and warm, inviting eyes became the black chitin and cold blue orbs he was born with. Licking his reformed fangs, he grinned. ‘Too easy,’ he thought as he skittered along the edge of the roof and made his way to a darkened window. Pressing himself against the glass, he almost sighed with how easily it slid open.