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  2. Like the title says, I’m looking for someone to rp with. Here’s my log so you can look through my characters and find one you want to rp with. As for the second part, I was hoping I could find some relationships I could have pre-established or plan to establish for my newest unicorn, Magnus. Things like allies, enemies, or former acquaintances are good, and there’s also his family if anyone wants to fill those shoes. Maybe even potential lovers. Here’s his bio in particular.
  3. Unfortunately, it seems, I have to bid this site adieu.

    Due to factors outside the digital world, I will no longer have time or energy to spend on this website.

    It is with a heavy heart that I must bid thee all farewell. I know it hasn't been long, and only a select few have even seen me around, but still. I unfortunately must go.

    Perhaps we'll see each other again in another life.

     

    all right, I'll cut the drama.

    anywho. bye. :/

    1. szalhi

      szalhi

      Well, now I don't have to feel bad about not posting...

  4. Tiger leaned back in his seat, getting comfortable after doing everything he needed to, humming slightly at Midnight’s words about the communications. Yes, it really did, didn’t it? He looked over at the droid as it entered, glancing back at the screens for the translation. Well, that was interesting... ”Covert ops, huh? Why would the council need plausible deniability? Who are they trying to hide this from, I wonder?” He hummed, contemplating what they could be doing that needs all this secrecy from the Jedi Council.
  5. Well, Hayseeds. This isn't working half as well as she'd hoped. The purpose of this kind of grand illusion was to ward off chaser's who meant you harm. Thank goodness she'd only targeted these three. Trying to make everyone in town see this image would probably draw even more unwanted attention. To any who hadn't been chaser her it just looked like Tempest was showing of a massive display of... whatever kind of magic that was, Sunset staring down Yanhua from several yards away. Tempest not backing down was the worst of it. Yanhua had never seen magic quite like what she was channeling over her body from her horn. It seemed like just raw magic potential, just aetherial powers unfiltered through the arrays and matrices of the arcane arts. Thankfully she knew how to take care of overly powerful magic users... it's a shame her foxfire had fizzled for the day. With only the option of trying to force the mare to back down, she steered the illusion bare its fangs at her. The giant fox's maw spilling over with great, green flames. She'd hoped to give a show that would make her back down... But thanks to a certain unicorn she didn't have to. Even the illusions visage had changed to surprise when She saw that spell engulf Tempest shadow. She could smell the magic sizzling away around the broken horned pony's horn. The beast turned it's gaze down upon Sunset. The giant fox beast stared own the mare, the air hanging heavy around them untils he spoke up. "I ... You barely even know what I am... Why are you so worried about me-" Attention was diverted. Feng had took flight and flown up to the beasts muzzle. Placing a hoof right on the giant fox's septum. With that poke to her nose, the skies all cleared up, and the giant fox's body seemed to scatter like dust in the wind in tiny green motes of flame. It was a shock to her system. The feeling of years and years of repressed emotions all bubbling up to the surface. The fox stared dumbfounded at Feng and company.... and stepped towards them. "... You... Remember?" She asked as she carefully made her way towards the stallion and Sunset, "H-how much?" Her voice was quavering, eyes already thoroughly misty from this emotional turbulence.
  6. Random audible hums and beeps could be heard as the ship began to come to life. Midnight would look around the cabin to notice that both Tiger Blood and Raven had entered the cockpit as well "Looks like it may be just us three....unless somecreature else shows up. Five minutes...then we take off." As he looked at the empty seat, he would sigh deeply.Leaning back in his char, he begin to rub his hoof on his forehead. "Raven," he would call back to his padawan, "Make yourself comfortable with the console in front of you. That's normally the seat for the communication officer. I think this shuttle is equipped with relay beacons for long range communications..." he would chuckle for a moment as a thought ran through his head. "You know, it's almost like whomever gave us this shuttle doesn't want our communications to be traced." A metallic sound could be heard rolling from the cabin behind them and into the cockpit. "Correct," an Astromech droid would beep, It's translation displaying on each of the ship's console in front of them. "Name = S-K-3. I came with Ship. Registered Owner = Midnight Oil. Not Official Jedi craft in case of mission complications. Can not be traced back to Jedi Council."
  7. As requested, Yanhua came forward to be acknowledged. Anxiety spiked as she worried why she had been called forward when Feng's successes surely overshadowed her own. The empress' response to her question soon seemed to put her at ease. Thanks goodness Yue came to a more mundane explanation then "the cook can smell new arrivals". Arranging shipments to the palace? Seemed like a simple enough job to take up. Yanhua had taken on such duties in the past when she ran her restaurant in the capital. Acquiring ingredients from sources was definitely something that couldn't go wrong in any sort of way whatsoever. After clearing her throat, Yanhua bowed her head in the affirmative. "It will be done, Empress... But... May I ask a chance to speak to you before the beginning of the banquet?" She glanced back to Feng behind her and then back to her empress, "Nothing serious, simply questions about this delegation for the meal preparation. Questions that I wish not to bore the court with." Yanhua had been thinking about this for a while now. If she announced her true nature in front of the court it would cause no end of trouble for Feng, Yue, and herself... but if she could admit this quietly to the empress then there was a chance that she could keep her position and possibly reach some sort of understanding as to her intention.
  8. Yesterday
  9. Oh brother: Sunset Shimmer should have known better than to mumble out loud about Daring Do in front of Twilight Sparkle. “Eh heh heh, that’s quite alright Twi,” Sunset awkwardly attempted to politely refuse her friend’s offer; “I’ve only watched the movie adaptations myself, and they’re only up to Marked Thief of Marapore, as I believe I’ve told you about before. And besides,” the unicorn slyly smirked; “I’m more of a..... Shadow Spade person, myself.” It was only fitting then that the Somnambula section with its scores of displayed artifacts reminded Sunset Shimmer of a pyramid straight out of a Daring Do film. Of particular interest to the unicorn mare was a cracked emerald brooch and a recreation of a nightmare mummy wrapped in bandages. “Ah, this brings me back,” Sunset recollected; “I challenged one girl to a duel back at Magic School because she said to my face I was too mean or whatever to be Celestia’s pupil. .....That girl was completely right, but to this very day, I don’t understand how she got so happy when that shadowmorph mummy I summoned enveloped her in its arms. Some ponies are just that desperate for a free hug, I guess? Pfft, it was certainly the strangest magic duel I’ve ever won.....” A displayed pole next to the cracked brooch caught Twi’s eye, who began gushing about it. She had been so loud about it to summon a living legend over to the pair. Somnambula in the flesh; Sunset hoped everybody else in this land was as excited to encounter a Pillar of Equestria as she was now! “My name’s Sunset Shimmer,” the girl kept her cool as she shook Somnambula’s hoof; “It’s an honor to meet you, Somnambula. And I can’t believe all of the other Pillars are also here today!” Sunset’s gaze momentarily fell on Somnambula’s neckline; “Hey, you don’t happen to have the necklace Prince Hisan gave you handy, do you? Princess Celestia taught my class about the properties of glowpaz, but that gem is extremely rare these days, and she only had dust fragments on hand that day to show everyone.”
  10. Shadow took no offense by the Colonel’s cold shoulder, understanding the reasons. Shade stood a little ways away, his eyes trained on the distance. Shadow walked over to him, “Who’s coming this way?” He asked with seriously. “A larger force compared to the other two battlefields. However...” Shade replied with hesitation, Shadow could guess it without words. “Probably no use in asking, but would you like a helping hand?” Trax asked cooly as he stepped in walking beside Killjoy, he adopted out his uniform coat for a white jacket, his hands wrapped and carried no weapon. Oakly considered responding, but his conflicted mind turned him away from the idea. Arial watched Echo, to her this was normal scenery for Equestria, but for the Batkin this was new and exciting. “If you like this area, you’d love the Rainbow Falls, the colors there are truly magnificent. I could show you sometime, after this War.” Arial said smoothly as she started their descent towards the southern battlements. Echo turned to her with a genuine smile, “That’d be nice, thank you, Arial.” A moment later they made a gentle landing near the battlements, a few Commanding Officers coming to greet them. “Lieutenant Triton, our forces are ready, and we have a strategy to push the attack to set a new defensive line. Would you like to see it?”
  11. Heart Shield started the day in his little town home along the streets of Canterlot. He had been notified he was supposed to meet Sombra at the Ponyville train station. To make a trip to the Castle of the Two Sisters. Stretching out of bed early in the morning. He headed down stairs to make himself some breakfast. After finishing up he started to gather his stuff for this trip. He had to come prepared, Especially with the company he would have. Tucking a belt with bags attached to it under his wings. Tightening it, Heart put all his things in it, checking them off as he did. First things first Binoculars. Never know when you might need those. Probably would be good for looking at the castle from afar, to determine the best way in. A lantern. Being a old ruin, It was a given that it was going to be dark inside. Among with tools to open locks, several other small tools and items that might be of use. Last but not lest. His sword. who knew when he might need to protect himself. Not being able to use the one from the guard, He had saved up his bits for his own personal one. Checking one last time that he had got everything, He opened the door to his little home, and headed out into the streets. Heart Shield had originally thought about flying to Ponyville, But with all these items on him he was a bit weighted down. Trotting down the street, he headed for the train station. Approaching the ticket booth he asked for a ticket to Ponyville. Handing over his bits, the station master hoofed over one ticket. Heart shield hadn't waited long on the platform before the train came into the station. Boarding it he wandered down the aisle finding a seat. Getting comfortable, Heart stared out the window at the scenery as the Train began to chug along the track. Admittedly he began to zone out a bit as he watched the scenery wiz past him. Suddenly the train lurched to a halt. They where in Ponyville station it would appear. Standing up. the gray Pegasus filed out of the train. It was a busy cool morning, Taking a deep breath in he could feel the air was still moist from the rain that night. Looking all around the platform, He hadn't noticed Sombra any where yet. Trotting across the station platform he found an empty bench that he decided to sit in and wait. Heart Shield watched as ponies went to and fro about their business. He figured Sombra would have to be easy to spot among a crowd of ponies like this. His blue eyes scanned over the crowd. He was starting to have second thoughts about this trip the more he thought about it. After all he was taking a trip with Sombra to a ruined castle where no average pony dared to tread. It just all seemed a bit risky to him. Heart shield decided he would have to keep his wits about him at all times, and watch his back. Who knew what or who might try to trap him in there. All tho maybe he was over thinking all of this.
  12.  Rainbow grinned with pride as her little guy put on his brave face and went about following the given command of "up"! She knew it was best to go slowly and make things fun so that he was successful and felt he was gaining new accomplishments each time they practiced. It was just so darn cute to see those little wings buzzing and Zap working his heart out to stay off the ground until she told him otherwise. Of course she also noticed those legs, ready for any kind of emergency. That was good. He needed to learn to look after himself during flight. For now it was fine that he had his emergency landing gear down. Eventually he'd fell more stable and start to lift his legs as he flew. She also knew she'd have to teach him hoe to fall pretty soon. It was best to stay comfortable with it and not tense up. A tense fall could leave to strains and sprains of the fetlocks and Celestia forbid a break. Learning to fall was actually really fun so she moved it up on the check list for a soon and coming lesson. "What's next?" She eyed his brash and brave face before raising an eyebrow. "Side... to... side...!" As she spoke she slowly directed herself slight to the right and then back to center before moving slightly to the left. This one was a hard one and she knew it. He could do it though. "Remember, it doesn't need to be far to the sides. Just a little bit. Angle one with just a little down and the other just a little up." The proud mom waited to see if her foal could mirror the move.
  13. PyroBlaze

    The Ice Queen

    Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagic
  14. Well this is a thing now. Wind Walker glanced down at her uniform. It was not the regal and professional suit of an officer she would soon wear, but instead it involved shorts. Blue shorts and a white shirt which was marked with her number which was forty nine. The filly sighed as she walked towards the field. She never considered herself an soccer fan, but here she was. Her silly mother caught sight of an FOAL SOCCER advert that had been placed on a bulletin board. And after telling her youngest that she needed to spend more time with other kids...Running around....So a quick stop at the sport shop later, she was now doing soccer. Hopefully she would find time between fencing lessons, combat camp and young survivalist club. Thankfully her pup Mr Gumby was at her side and ready to lead an helping. "RAPH!" The little dog also got his very own uniform. The number was zero zero and matched the required colors. Not sure if he was allowed to play, but she was sure he would spend most of his time barking at random things or sleeping. Considering she was in Canterlot, she was rather surprised to see a few Ponyville ponies on the field. Shame they couldn't have had this in her happy little village. Would have saved the bits on a train ticket. "Heya Sweetie Belle." Hopefully with the unicorn nearby, hopefully her friends would be around. She could see both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo being very good soccer players. Echo was also there...The filly was as tough as she was itty bitty. After making sure the Pegasus pony could see her, Wind mouthed, 'Hey Echo' and waved her front left hoof at her. Mr Gumby barked a friendly. "RAPH" as well. She did not know the others. "The name's Wind Walker...", she made sure everyone knew her name. She hated being called the 'Blue Kid'. So who was going to be their coach? There were only two types of coaches. Harsh taskmasters who would make ol' General Pummel look like her sweet Grandma, or over enthusiastic, wack-a-doodles with too much energy. Who would they get?
  15. The red coated officer glanced into her pack. “Just some special R.E.A packaged meals I had in storage....Stuff lasts forever and does not require refrigeration. Tastes like s.....er...something not so great.”, she grinned back at the little filly. She had been called rather late for this little ‘mission and did not have time to get something tastier. The mare could not help but chuckle at the little farmer’s very old timey goblet. She could picture Granny Smith as she tried to find her missing family heirlooms. After taking in the cider, she could see why ponies waited hours for just an mug. This was good, but freshly poured cider with the head intact, that was probably like heaven. After finishing the sweet, sweet cider, she cleaned the antique and passed it off to the filly. “Thank you Miss Bloom.” While she could probably go through a barrel of the stuff, she really didn’t want to spend the whole mission excusing herself to use the little girl’s room. There was now this creature that was giving her little group the eye. This needed to be taken care of before Fluttershy’s attack rabbit went into berserker mode. Oh, it was a little squirrel girl. How adorable. Some in her party had quite the imagination. “I’m guessing she’s just a regular little squirrel. A rather common, but cute White Tail, Brown Tail Tree Squirrel. Probably checking to see who was making all the noise. Hopefully we didn't wake up her kids." She had already seen how cranky those furry little creatures could get without their necessary full night's worth of sleep. Lots of grumpy chittering and nut-littering. Then there was not a ear-splitting shriek or an painful holler, but a yelp? That could still be something. The officer's first instinct was to spread her wings and quickly fly over to where the noise was coming from, but it was always unwise to go alone. Unfortunately there was only one other pony in her group that could fly. "Miss Fluttershy, could you please help me check on that noise...." That yelp of terror in the dark forest.....No, that was not going to work. "Which probably came from a poor little fuzzy animal in need of help?" The sweet mare was as over cautious as she was beautiful, but even the idea of a helpless little critter in need should been more of a push to get her to help. IF Fluttershy refuses to come... Fire Walker will then ask Apple Bloom to come with her. While she could not fly, the officer knew she was both brave and swift like her big sister. She also needed somepony like Alizarin to keep an eye on 'Sombra'. ....Fire Walker will lead <Insert Pony's name> towards the yelp...At swift speed!....
  16. tacobob

    The Ice Queen

    Not sure how he'll deal with the lack of oxygen. :3
  17. They can be used in the main section, O: It has some requirements that characters fit into the universe, (I've been struggling on a way to phrase it and this is the closest thing I can manage xD) and you can put in an application for your character(s) to be able to play them in the main section. The staff are definitely willing to help you out with anything on your application. There's also http://www.canterlot.com/topic/14150-fluttershys-creature-compendium-roleplay-species-list/ and http://www.canterlot.com/topic/12309-raritys-simply-fabulous-application-form/ that might be of help for any information.
  18. Applejack observed the growling and howling timberwolves from behind the safety of her house. They were mighty brave, venturing this far in. That would be as close as they'd get though. They weren't foalish enough to try and get inside. Too much light, too much to hit them with. The days of timberwolves and the assorted critters of the Everfree making off with little foals were far in the past. The Everfree had never been truly tamed but the beasts that dwelled there knew better than to make too many inroads into Pony civilization. It was rare, truly and exceptionally so, to see one come this close, let alone a pack. What was on their mind? Why the hay would they come so close? They didn't do this unless they were angry or hungry. And was it the same pack that had tracked them earlier? Why so far, over what? Her mind wrestled with the possibilities. A howl shook the house, sending her teeth chattering in her skull- for only a moment, then she bit down and set her face sternly. They weren't going to intimidate her. She'd seen fiercer things than something made up of teeth and wood. She puffed out her chest and stared straight through the window at the largest one, eye to eye. She wasn't afraid of him. But what was he howling about? Timberwolves howled for communication. They howled in celebration. This was a howl directed right inside, but there was nothing to communicate with. A dead-end of sound and fury signifying nought but whatever imperious desire drove him. Another howl, even louder. The force of it, seemingly directed right at her, almost forced her back but she stood firm. If this was an intimidation display and he was hoping to drive her to cowardice, he'd find nothing but failure. What were the others doing? They all joined in on the howls, though you could tell he was the most impassioned of the bunch. The slightly smaller one- from the features along the cheek area, a female- seemed to wait on his cues. The two smaller ones did so out of rhythm, clearly their young. So they were a family unit, trying to tango with Applejack's family. She didn't know why. She just knew it was a fight that the wolves were doomed to lose. Her mind unable to bridge the gap any further as the pack continued their wailing, Applejack decided that enough was enough. She didn't need to see Zap Apple to know the little guy had to be feeling nervous, and he didn't need that. He needed to feel tired, because it was bedtime soon. "Big Mac, get the rope!" Applejack hollered on up the stairs, throwing her head back. During the commotion, she could hear the other's reaction. From Granny's room one could see the front so both the elder Apple and Apple Bloom had been staring outside, yelling at the pack to get going- until the second howl, then they had ducked down. Big Mac had been lumbering about in his room, likely getting the torch and pitch ready. Just because this was outrageously rare didn't mean they had forgotten how the olden ponies had handled this problem. If too big a fire started, that's what the weather pegasi were for. She turned back to look outside, only for all of her little plans to come apart at the seams thanks to the most precious possessor of her soul. Zap Apple charged through the doggie door. Through the window, Applejack could see the item that compelled him to do so- his stick, fully flowing and looking all the part of a Timberwolf. Such a thought did not really register however, as Applejack was panicked. "Zap Apple! Don't you-" she started before his little tail had fully gone through the door, avoiding her outstretched hoof. Her foal briefly out of her sight, Applejack did the only thing she felt she could do. She barreled over the door in a titanic explosion of wood splinters and a mare's grunt, the hinges flying off and the window breaking as it slammed into the porch. She hoped against hope that he hadn't gotten far, but his foalish excitement bled dry such notions and left her with an image of unparalleled terror. The largest timberwolf, standing over her foal. There was no real thought as to why that was. Applejack immediately broke into a furious gallop, her eyes blazing fire and brimstone as she barked furiously. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" She screamed in absolute rage, her blood seemingly boiling to the point of searing her skin in an internal inferno of unregistered intensity. The smallest of the pack tried to leap at her, but she backhooved it with such power that it spun horizontally and away, crashing against a fence in a mess of sound and branches. The mother stepped in, even tried to leap on Applejack. She never landed, as Applejack took this opportunity to power up a flying buck. The timberwolf's eyes grew wide the moment before it landed, a thundering crash shattering the sound barrier. The impact sent a visible shockwave tearing across the landscape, sending a nearby wagon end over end and finally broken. The timberwolf flew at mach speed into the largest of the pack, the one standing over Zap Apple, crashing into him and sending the pair flying even further back until they ricocheted off a tree with such force as to cut the tree in half, a trail of glowing branches bouncing deeper into the orchard. The final timberwolf was galloping towards the pair, clearly terrified of the Apple farmer who landed from her flying buck right next to Zap Apple. It was a good thing, too. The tree made several cracking sounds and then started to fall, directly where Zap Apple was. Applejack galloped towards him and picked him up with her teeth, tossing him onto her back just as the tree landed behind them. "GET AWAY! GET GOIN', OR ELSE AH'LL SNAP EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THESE HERE BRANCHES YOU NASTY, NO GOOD VARMINTS, THINK YER GONNA BE THREATENING MAH LITTLE FOAL AH'LL-" She began before she caught a glance of herself in a nearby pool of standing water. Her coat had nearly changed color to red, such was her anger, and her eyes had almost entirely glazed over with incandescent fury. With a powerfully angry snort, she started to back up. The branches started their slow, but eventual roll back to the timberwolves, who would reconstitute soon. She allowed herself a moment to think. "Zap Apple, sugarcube, light of mah life, you let go of that stick. It's part of a timberwolf, and they ain't gonna stop 'till they get it back."
  19. Zap was enjoying his stick. The bliss of experiencing such a strange object tickled his curiosity. He wondered why it was magical, and what else it could do besides glow. He already knew it could dance. And he now knows that it's not to be eaten. What other properties could he discover with such a wooden item. Winona was barking obsessively. Zap loved Winona, but he was never sure what she was barking about. He had yet to learn dog language like his mother seemed to. But then a large howl bellowed from just outside. It was loud, louder than anything Zap had ever heard. Dishes in the kitchen and candle holders on the fireplace mantle clattered to the vibrations of the howl. It was terrifying. Zap sank into his corner of the living room, clutching his stick which was glowing a strong green color. It was brighter now than he had ever seen it before. When Winona was let in, she circled around him and gave him guard. He only felt mildly safe, he wasn't exactly sure what kind of danger they might be in, and the lack of knowing was petrifying. However, Zap still found solace in his possession. A mother who loved him, and dog who stood guard for him, and a stick that amused him. It truly was the worst time of a best of times. But the timberwolves were here, and Zap's pony instincts started to tremor. His wings started to flap in place, as if to warm up for an emergency take-off. His hooves tapping to the nerves while he shivered, only his tail covering his shakes. And his ears were pinned back, his psyche yielding to the chaos. Another howl came and went. It was so loud he lost understanding of his elder ponies at what their response was and what their plan might be. It was so loud, he had to close his eyes from the radiating sound of the timberwolves' growling chorus. And in his hesitation to brace himself of noise, the green stick he was holding so tightly found a way to jiggle out of his grasp and started bouncing away from him. It bounced towards the kitchen, away from the living room and away from the front door where the timberwolves seemed to be approaching. With all the ponies and the dog in front of him, he flanked to his left to run after the stick, which was now jaunting in the kitchen. He did not want to lose his stick. He had already lost it once and he didn't want to lose it again. All he needed to do was pounce on it at the right time and hold on to it tighter. He could not let his daily prized possession get away from him, even if it seemed to have a mind of its own. The stick vibrated across the kitchen floor under the dinner table and towards the door to outside. Before it got to the closed door Zap made a pounce for it, but barely missed grabbing the tip of the stick. With all the chaos of the timberwolves, he became more mentally distracted by the allure of his stick that he started too forget his surroundings and was beginning to become desperate for capturing his magical toy. Although he thought he had it cornered, the stick slipped through Winona's doggie door. "No!" He shouted. Zap was full of foalish emotion, and especially now, his adolescent anger started to fill his mind. He was not about to give up. He had to make a dash for this stick. It couldn't have gotten far. Just grab the stick and come back inside. So he ran through the doggie door to outside. Zap did not consider why Winona in all her fear of what was outside with her didn't use the doggie door to get inside. All Zap was considering as he ducked his whole body through the pet exit is how quickly he could manage to chase this stick. As soon as he stood up from his falling out of the door, he saw the stick on the ground and used as much strength and force as he could to pounce on it. And he hit it. He could feel the stick squirm underneath his hooves. He tried to put as much weight on it as possible to keep it from wiggling its way out from under him. And just as he felt the stick stop squirming, he inhaled to smell the most foul timberwolf smell he had ever smelt, ten times worse than what he smelled in the forest cave. Zap heard a deep growl above him, and as he slowly looked up, he saw a giant timberwolf standing in front of him. Behind it, stood two more timberwolves, howling their support for the one who towered over him. The timberwolves were beastly and intimidating on all angles. The wooden claws dug into the soil, tree sap saliva dripped from their sharp teeth. The front one appeared to only have one stick for an ear, and it was the same shape and size as the stick Zap was holding. Zap froze. He had nothing to say, nothing to scream. No motions were thought of, his wings were trapped to his sides. He just stared back at the timberwolf, his face full of terror and regret. He held his breath and exhaled inconsistently. He wasn't sure what was next. And he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
  20. Click to Listen to what went through Silver's Head And as soon as the gentle moment between two Ponies had arisen. It had ended far too quickly. The once dawning sappy mood of understanding, caring and perhaps even the hint of flirting with one another was cut very short. But was expected with Silver he never really did have the best of luck when it came to romance, this was just no other time than the rest. For a moment he let his head hang low as he sucked in a deep breath. Glancing towards the new comer. Overhearing that there was another guard his ears perked up. Then went back down as soon as he saw the red mane. With the expression of confusion that spread across his muzzle, his single eye glanced around the face of the Lunar Guard. It was as if you could see the questions flowing through his mind though he kept silent for a few moments. "A guard who.. is also in a band. How you pull that off I may never understand. I for one know I am too busy with my work to even attempt to go see a band, let alone.. be.. er.. in.. one..None the less should you not be at your post. You are of the Lunar Guard. With the moon so high, I would assume that all of Luna's guards would have been at their post. Forgive me if.. I am.. confused. I mean no insults. Just.. confused.. with.. all of this." The stallion blinked a few times as he shifted slightly, his wings ruffled slightly but his eye remained focused on the lunar guard. His head though tilted to the side. It was like a puppy really, confused why it wasn't getting a treat. But why would Silver understand. He was a stubborn guard of the day. In this moment.. he longed for the dawning sun to get him out of this.. now rather awkward conversation
  21. Some of the creatures took for granted the connection Sandbar had with the other ponies of Ponyville. Without realizing it, the students who came from other lands of non-ponies were using pony connections to get what they felt was not appropriate for them to acquire. Ponyville was not lush with griffons or changelings. Of course, the academy's campus was full of interesting creatures of all kinds, but that was because the nature of it required it to be a melting pot of friendship. Not Silverstream, nor her friends understood the burden Sandbar carried being the pony ambassador to their circle, until he grew an argument about who should supply snacks for the next study session. It was always Sandbar who had gotten the apples and bought the cupcakes. No one ever offered to do otherwise. And so he insisted that someone else in the circle take on snack duty for the week. And this week was assigned to a pink hippogriff with a very curious and bewildered attitude about her surroundings. Apples. Were they all the same? Silverstream wasn't sure, she was always happy with whatever fruit was available for her to eat. She knew there were different kinds, but she had no idea what kind she would even prefer. Knowing she would have to carry a wagon full of apples in order for there to be enough for her hungry classmates, she took to Sweet Apple Acres first. She had actually never been there before, which is quite strange. It was now she realized that even though she made a temporary residence for entire semesters at a time to learn about friendship in Ponyville, she had never really visited that many places outside of school. It was actually kind of embarrassing. And in addition, the professors of friendship who taught her and her classmates were proprietors of a good or service somewhere around the town. You'd think that connection would encourage them to explore the town more. Applejack was in charge of Sweet Apple Acres, and she walked down the path to the front of the farm with wagon in tow, she could see that her honesty professor was selling her most popular items. A short line had formed behind a selling booth where she could see members of the Apple family showing off the fruits of their labor, literally. But Silverstream was perplexed by many things she was seeing. Why was the farm surrounded by fences? Why did Applejack sometimes sell goods in the marketplace and sometimes here on the farm? And why did the selling booth Applejack was at have a crudely drawn painting of her face on the board above it? So many questions. She was ready to ask, but much like how she would wait in line for Councilor Starlight, she waited patiently with her wagon for her turn at the front of the line. Also, why were apples red but sometimes yellow or green?
  22. Applejack took everypony's plates and went to work cleaning up after dinner. Normally she took care of the kitchen with just the occasional aid, so she was still full of that home-bred energy. It was also a relaxing activity and as much as she tried to allow the play off the events of the day she knew it had been more dangerous than she'd like to admit. Her mind still ran over the same question until the paths in her mind were worn down and her thoughts dragged endlessly: How did the Timberwolves track Applejack and Zap Apple so well? She'd have to ask Fluttershy about it. Applejack was close as one could come to an expert on the critters but that didn't mean that Fluttershy couldn't provide insight. And if anypony could, it would be the shy pegasus who probably dreamed about being one of her little woodland animal friends. When would she even have time for that trip? Four quads of wooden legs beat the ground, two smaller than the rest and one limping, occasionally stopping to sniff the august winds as they made their way to the house. Applejack didn't bother correcting anything Zap Apple said. he was happy and playing and whether or not the toys had been put away or not (they hadn't) didn't matter. He had been a very good colt today and deserved some colthood playtime for his troubles. Besides, it wasn't as if there would ever be a full accounting of all his toys. Not only did both of his mommas buy him toys but so did a Princess on a regular basis, Pinkie Pie, and even a small trinket from Celestia. This didn't even account for the ones that Granny Smith had dusted off from the attic, scratched away Big Mac's name, and given to the youngest Apple. She was pretty sure you could make a whole house out of the toys he had, and she was equally sure it wouldn't survive a single playtime with him. Not that there was anything wrong with that. If there was anypony who could be allowed to do that, it'd be her Zappy. Winona, perched on the porch as she was, darted her head up. Her eyes looked off in the distance and then she stood up, alert. Applejack finished and started putting the dishes away, only lazily paying attention to Zap Apple as she did so. The rest of the family had moved on upstairs which suited her just fine. She was tired! Zap Apple better be tuckering himself out. He had a big day tomorrow and needed his stallion sleep. She was in the middle of drying the dishes when she decided to saunter on into the living room's edge to take a peak. All she could see amongst his general adorable nature was a stick- fully glowing green, and seemingly shaking in place. "What the-" She began, but was caught off by a sound. Bark! Bark! Bark! Winona backed up against the door, her bump making a thump. Applejack quickly opened the door as Winona's half-standing her ground and half-backing up continued as he back-walked into his owner, who looked puzzled out the door...for a few moments. In the gloom of the orchard came four sets of green eyes, two larger than the rest, and then a howl. A timberwolf howl. Awwooooooooooooo! "Sweet Celestia, get inside Winona!" Applejack said as she violently pulled the dog in, who went spinning in her confusion. Winona found Zap Apple and then stood nearby, half standing on and around the foal, ready to protect. "Why the hay are they here!?"
  23. His mane now moderately ruffled by his pegasus mother, Zap wore a smirking smile to complete the brash and ready-for-action attitude he learned from her some many days prior. He was ready to learn some new tricks, and so with his mother's imagination leading the way he prepared by angling his wings for a take-off stance. As she commanded to go up, he jumped and started flapping his wings at the same time. Still smiling, one could see the effort in his face as he tried hard to keep his wings flapping fast enough to keep from having to catch himself with his hooves. Because he was still apprehensive about falling, his legs were still stretched out underneath in order to brace himself for an emergency landing, but he would never admit that he was afraid. After a few seconds, Zap had successfully matched the height his mother was presenting, although he had some trouble keeping a stable altitude. His voice stuttering as he fluttered. "Up! What's next?"
  24. Just before Silverstream lost the composure to keep from turning around and spying on Gallus' shelling status, he announced his completion of the necklace he was making. Immediately, Silverstream swam a loop to turn around and zoomed in on his product. It was pretty. He did a good job picking out shells whose colors clash well together, and it seemed as though he went with the same convention of finding colors that matched her complexion and accents, much like what she did for his. The quality of his claw-made jewelry was lacking though, but what could be expected from the first ever shell necklace a creature ever attempted to make. Still though, there was something about the way he presented it, the charm of Gallus' imperfection and his willingness to be imperfect that made it strangely amusing. The necklace had a je ne sais quoi that felt blameless and unforced. Silverstream smiled. And then she dropped her smile to astonishment. Perhaps his humility was more about being pinched uncomfortably by the crab and less about having to make a reciprocating necklace in an environment he is unfamiliar with, with tools he's never used, with materials he never thought existed in such quantities. But the je ne sais quoi was still there. "Oh, the necklace looks great, Gallus. Um, let me help you with that." Silverstream used her hoofins to apply pressure to the neck of the crab's claw and the claw was released immediately. Seaponies who knew they fauna of the sea had an understanding of how to tame the animals that were demosticated after the hippogriffs claimed Seaquestria as a home. The indifference of the crab never left, but it did look at Gallus funny, possibly in an intimidating or mocking way. With the way crab eyes are isolated from their body and without emotion, it was kind of hard to tell. Silverstream snatched the necklace from Gallus and put it on herself. She smiled again and swam in a circle to show it off, how the sun rays that sank to these depths glistened off the shining shells, and how the necklace matched her skin. "Good job, Gallus. It's perfect. Uh, are you going to be alright? Do we need to go to the doctor to get your claw looked at?" Silverstream wasn't even sure if a seapony doctor would even have the charts for someone like Gallus, although they would probably just insist on treating his claw as if it were a hippogriff's claw. Griffon talons were bigger and stronger, though. Silverstream was hoping Gallus would just shrug it off. The dance seafloor was still calling her name and she was starting to get desperate to boogie. The music in the background started to get louder as the dancing festivities started to take the main focus of everything going on around them. She looked at the sound stage and back to Gallus. "If you're good to go, we should join the sea dancing!"
  25. Thank you very much ^^ I'm looking forward to getting started. I'm mainly interested in playing my own imagined characters, I assume that wouldn't belong in the main roleplaying section?
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