It was strange, he mused, how familiar this all was. How similar these changelings lived, going about their day, to the ponies or the griffons above. How they all looked the same to him, here, as he skulked in the darkness like some fell carrion predator of the shadows. These changelings, doppelgangers who kidnapped and stole the love of others, the nightmare of every nervous lover or worried parent whose child had become estranged, they feared him. These creatures, for all their alien mannerisms, may as well be no more different to him than a city full of particularly loathsome ponies.