Octure

I was created by somepony, but I don't remember who, now. I'm a stitch pony, one that is pretty much just animated bones with a layer of flesh woven on top of it to give me form and life. My mouth is on my neck, which is odd compared to normal ponies, and I often pull my stitchings apart by trying to do too much. It's not that big of a deal, as I'm usually able to stitch myself back up, but it's a real pain when other ponies freak out over it. I mean, you'd think that I was dying the way they flip out over my flesh peeling apart with just a few trickles of blood dripping down. Then again, my eyes seeming to look through them probably doesn't help anything either. Nor does the fact that my sharped fangs seem to be smiling most of the time.