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  2. As much as Sombra hadn't wanted to, he chose to go out into the city under a disguise when the time came for him to leave. The disguise was that of a generic unicorn stallion, pastel fur, white mane, green eyes. It worked well enough for his purposes, as much as he hated to hide his good looks. He boarded the train, and he wasn't sure if he'd glimpsed Heart Shield at one point- he'd met him once and only ever saw him with his armor on at that time. Whether or not it was that very stallion, Sombra made no attempt to greet him or make his presence known. He just picked an isolated section of one of the train cars to sit in and stare out the window, to watch the world go by once the train started moving. The train's journey down the mountain to Ponyville seemed, at least to Sombra once it eventually reached Ponyville's train station, like it'd fallen into this strange in-between place where it simultaneously felt like it'd been an eternity and like it hadn't taken long- he certainly wouldn't say it 'took no time at all'. It still seemed to stretch on for a time. Sombra was glad when they finally reached their destination, and he rose to disembark once the train's assistants finally opened all the car doors. He sauntered out, eying the crowd of ponies for a semi-familiar pegasus. He knew, at least, that Heart Shield stood out just enough with his grey fur and the blue streaks in his mane- that is, if he was remembering him correctly. The tyrant himself, while disguised, could've been easy enough to spot- all a pony had to do, at least those who either knew or had interacted with him, was look for his signature grumpy expression, apparent even in any disguise that he crafted for himself. As his eyes swept across the crowd between himself and the train station's wooden building, he spied Heart Shield out on one of the benches against the wall. Looking a bit more alert, Sombra headed straight towards him, green eyes boring into the grey stallion's own. "Good to see you came."
  3. Name: Reckless Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Aerion/Pegasus Hybrid Eye Color: Amber yellow gradient Coat: Mane/Tail: Physique: Residence: Occupation: Proud new recruit to the Royal Guard. Cutie Mark: A silver dagger with zig-zag cutting marks Unique Traits: History: Character Personality: Character Summary:
  4. Raven nodded as she focused on the console. She'd completely missed it when she sat down, but wasn't too surprised the ship had one. She was a little surprised at the Astromech came in, but quickly smiled. One of the things she liked was working on machines, and she couldn't help but value the various robots she saw highly, though she did her best to tamper it. The news it brought, that the council wanted their mission to be a secret, and bit her lip in thought. "Maybe... Maybe we're going somewhere the council doesn't have a lot of pull, or they're worried how it will be perceived..." She offered, quickly looking back at the Com screen, acting like she'd not said something... She wasn't sure how Midnight would take what she said. Her former master had been lenient, letting her speak freely, but she had heard stories from other padawans that some masters were strict...
  5. I'm becoming tempted to create another guard pony :D 

    1. Bellosh


      Huh, strange how guard pony apps are mysteriously trending again..... :P

    2. RainbowFoxxy


      I know right?! LOL  :)  

    3. PyroBlaze


      *piles all his guards in*

  6. To hear praise and acknowledgement from the Empress' own lips was like the sweetest of Yanhua's steam buns to Feng; it could fill his entire body with the feeling of light and airy bliss for the better part of a week. And to be so able to share the moment with his good friend Yanhua? That was like two whole steam buns! He'd be on something like a sugar buzz for the forseeable future. That said, an Imperial Watcher grinning like the village troublemaker and vibrating like the wings of a bumblebee would have been... inappropriate in the presence of all the illustrious figures of the Dragon Court. As much of a loose cannon as his superiors thought him now, Feng devoted no small part of his considerable will and energy into binding himself into the disciplinary framework of the Watch. That raised the disturbing specter of what the longma would become if he felt that he no longer had anything to lose by letting himself go... But when or if that day would ever come, it certainly wasn't today. Thus, he took the welcome respite from Yue's attention as she congratulated her chef on her own gold medals to keep his face from splitting in half and his hooves from dancing in delight. By the time the two of them had agreed on a private meeting, he'd managed to straighten out to the point where he was merely smiling, rather than grinning outright. That said, he also caught all the implications of what that 'private conversation' was likely to consist of. The trip they'd taken to Equestria had revealed to Feng Yanhua's true identity, though thankfully not in a way to disturb their friendship! It was just that, well, she wasn't truly a qilin... Thus it was that he sucked in a breath at the sight and implications of the Fenghuang feather. Like most of the court, he found the beauty dazzling; he'd been fortunate himself to befriend one of these magnificent phoenixes by saving one from foreign poachers while on recovery. That had been a harrowing little incident, having to rely almost solely on a bluff to see the lot of them off. He shook off reminisces. This was a delicate situation, one which could turn disastrous if not handled well. He had to interject, but could not supersede Yanhua's decision in the matter. Public confession of her true identity might not be the best tactic here and now, but given how he'd found out about it back in Ponyville, it was unlikely to stay a secret forever. Best the Empress heard it from Yanhua herself rather than a foreign newspaper, or worse, an intelligence briefing... "Knowing Yanhua as well I have come to over my time at the Palace, and the opportunities I have had to observe her over the course of our journey to and from the west, I can absolutely vouch for her worth of character and service." He allowed himself to grin. "I will give my testimony officially if called for!" Though it seemed no more than a manifestation of his normal flippancy towards officiality, in truth it was a bit of theater deliberately engaged in. He wanted to communicate his true confidence in his friend, in a professional as well as personal capacity, without alerting the onlookers that anything was actually amiss with Yanhua, should she choose to remain silent now. They already thought him odd, best let them keep thinking that. Contrary to common misconception about the Watch, it wasn't about being inconspicuous, but simply keeping what didn't need to be known unknown.
  7. Last call for sign ups before the ship leaves. Jedis, troopers, smugglers still welcome.
  8. "And normally I would be, but today is my day off, so here I am." Aegis chuckled to himself at the look of confusion on the other stallion's face before continuing. "As far as being part of a band goes, guess you could call it more of a hobby, something I do when I don't have guard work to do." He nodded, looking from his fellow guard to the mare as she began speaking. He listened to her words, chuckling at her flirting line. "Well, you certainly look like a work of art, so let's stick with that, huh?" He responded, returning her wink. "I'm actually playing a show later if you wanted to stop by, it's at a club a bit over there. We play all sorts of stuff, but I'd say mostly types of rock." He added, pointing down the road towards the club in question.
  9. Sugarcube corner was as safe a spot as a pony could find emotionally in the whole of Ponyville. Inside of its walls, the air thick with the accent of sweet surrender to the joys of their baked goods, lay a treasure trove of happiness that begged you to enter into it without precondition or worry. It was impossible to resist smiling as you entered and took a breath, lost in the ecstacy of this place's pitch-perfect existence. Even Valen felt it, knowingly imbibed it, and took what he could from it. He wasn't sure it was having the full affect with the worries of previous conversations and encounters playing desperately in the back of his mind, forced there by the fiercest assault of sugary air possible. Pushed back, not defeated. Even as he looked around and smiled, something felt sinister and hollow about it, almost forced. He couldn't put his hoof on it. He just knew he was happy to be here, happier to be here than anywhere else. Pinkie Pie gave him the same joy. He was certain that there was nopony more dedicated to increasing one's happiness and joy in the entire cosmos and he was happy to know her. Like all, she was imperfect. A bit too intrusive- needed to know everything for her party planning after all- and sometimes a little too energetic and in your face, but there were legions of sins practiced more aggressively than these. They were fine to have, and she was equally pleasant to have as a friend. "Hello there, Miss Pie! A pleasure to see you today," he said, enjoying her more than teh Cakes. They were a fine couple as well, but she brought out the best in everypony. "I was wondering if you had anything chocolate cherry frosted? I'm hankering for some right about now. My hooves are tired!" He laughed, taking a seat in the parlor portion of the bakery. Still, he knew some questions had to be asked, at this point more for his edification than anything else. "So...Pinkie, how've you been?" He started, giving her time to respond and talk. She always had so much to say, and Celestia save you if you interrupted. Eventually he went. "Have you...heard anything strange or unusual or new about me?"
  10. Triton bowed his head respectively and took stand over the war table eying their plans. His mind began working mapping out all the different possibilities. It was a good plan, with a few minor tweaks it would be a great plan. “Excellent work soldier. Echo and I will take command of the main force. Oakly and Arial will lead this flanking force here. If any of the Silent fang show themselves the four of us will divert our attention to that threat and it will be your job to take over command.” Triton explained the plan aloud.
  11. Yesterday
  12. Yanhua’s question gave Empress Yuè some pause. It wasn’t so much what the palace chef actually asked, but rather how it came with a slight hint of hesitation, along with a peek in Feng’s direction. And maybe... it WAS definitely because of what Yanhua asked of her Empress, because no servant in the Imperial Household’s employ would need to request ahead of time to seek the Empress’s input on mundane matters. Empress Yuè was highly trained and practiced in the art of reading others, and she sensed Yanhua’s true concerns did not revolve around the menu for tonight’s banquet. As it was however, it was highly improper to unexpectedly put somebody on the spot in front of such a huge gathering, especially if they were all there to honor that said somebody. Empress Yuè could also spot signs of agitation starting to appear on many of her assembled courtiers; nobody was here to witness the discussion dinner arrangements. Therefore, after a slight pause of contemplation, the royal qilin simply moved things along in her expected assertive manner; “.....But of course. I will send for you later when the proper time comes.” With one gesture, Empress Yuè summoned forth one of her attendants, who presented Yanhua with an ornate case. The servant proceeded to open the case, revealing to the palace chef... a sparkling feather marked with many colors of the rainbow! “This is the feather of the fenghuang, the rainbow phoenix,” the Empress elaborated; “Sages say that a Long Sun who holds a rainbow feather in their hoof can rejuvenate the embers of Hope, Vitality, and Wonder in their hearts.” The wise royal knew that befriending a fenghuang was even more of a blessing than possessing a single feather, but she had the personal experience of both monastery tutelage and a disastrous Grand Galloping Gala to grasp how hard such a feat was. The Empress’s features subtly softened as a sign of appreciation for Yanhua; “It is hard to think of anyone else more deserving of this rare gift... than one who has tirelessly toiled in service of her Empress with complete dedication, faithfulness, and honesty.....”
  13. How do I adult?

    1. DreamWanderer


      I don't know either, Let me know too when you figure it out :P

  14. Roleplay Type: Main rp Name: Shadow Storm Sex: Male Age: Middle aged stallion Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Orange Coat: Gray with a hint of brown tint Mane/Tail: His mane and tail are Brown with white stripes in them. His mane being slightly longer in length, and his tail being short and puffy Physique: Slightly taller with a bit of a muscular build Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Royal guard officer Cutie Mark: A sword crossed over a open book. Unique Traits: History: Shadow storm was born in Canterlot to a family of Unicorns. Growing up he was always a bit of a trouble maker, But his parents where generally very forgiving. At a young age his parents enrolled him a school for unicorns. Through out his young years, Shadow spent his time reading books for spells, and playing around with new learned spells. Shadow storm picked up spells very quickly. Astonished with his talent in casting spells, They encouraged him to continue his education. Excited to find and try out new spells, It soon snow balled into an obsession. Shadow Storm dreamed one day of joining the Royal guard, and climbing the ranks. He wasn't much at all interested in it to protect ponies tho, but he much rather had his eyes set on gaining a prestigious position in the guard. Setting out one day from his parents home as a young stallion, he made his way to enlist in the Royal guard. His first few years in the guard where slow, But as they began to send him on missions with other guards, his talents in casting spells soon found him as a skilled member of the guard. Now Shadow Storm find himself as an officer in the royal guard. He now has his eyes set on learning as many spells as possibly and gaining a fortune. he is determined to learn even the spells that the princesses have kept locked away, and will stop at nothing to have a peek at them. Even if it means turning on a fellow guard member. Character Personality: Shadow storm is overall a very serious pony. All tho he can at times have a bit of a humor. He is generally nice Around other ponies, and fellow guard members, But don't let that fool you. Deep down inside he is corrupt. Shadow storm has an obsession with power, when let loose he can be very greedy and arrogant. Character Summary: Input welcomed
  15. "Less savvy when it comes to it then I sound." Squall admitted "I am but an eternal learner you see - because I have policy to know about what I am spending my money on Sparkle." noblepony added. "That's why my TEMPEST actions are not on on Stock Market, and why I don't have anyone from Sales or Marketing on my board of directors. Also why I am not reaching for monopoly on certain markets. Although I have a feeling you would have something to tell about it if I ever tried." Swift said with a smirk. What followed were his musings about managing a business. "Here's what so many companies don't get - Competition. Is. Good. This arms race to bring new contractors, new customers. And it makes you know what you are selling. Imagine you are a product pony in a company that makes, say, instruments. So you make a new, better flute. So what? When you have monopoly market share, the company is not anymore successful because of that. And as such, the ponies that rise the sales are from sales and marketing, with them ending up running said companies. Product ponies are driven out of decision making forums. And so product sensibilities, that genius that made them make great product is rotted out - by ponies that have no clue what is good product or bad product is, and have no idea how to turn craftsmanship into profit." Squall summed this short lesson up before he started donning his suit while Twilight worked on her sorcery. When Twilight managed to conjure the portal, Swift grimaced under the helmet. Couldn't it be a little bit bigger? She was messing with him, wasn't she? "The last time I saw a portal, a very angry, and very malicious oni tired to squash me like a grape." swordstallion recalled a certain secret mission to Neighpon where he and his EPIC teammates stopped WRAITH nefarious scheme. The suit also added quite impressive reverb to noblepony's already very deep voice. "Fine...." unicorn spoke after a pregnant pause "But I swear to Aeather, if you mention this part to Fire, you will be smeared in newspapers all around Equestria for a whole week." Squall threatened the purple princess. "..........Audentes fortuna iuvat." noblpony mumbled before leaping into the air and diving down into magical passage. And as expected he got initially stuck. Well, no surprise there. After all, this armor bulked him out considerably, even if it's build didn't limit his agility at all. What followed wat a rather impressive display of contortions. Few knew that Swift had skills rivaling those of Equestria Games gymnasts - with only Fire Walker having regular insight into Squallcoast capabilities in that regard. Businesspony was certainly glad that his hindquarters were heavily armored right now. After a minute of energetic.....wiggling.....Squall manged to squeeze through the portal. Luckily Sparkle had enough insight to open the other end high - giving swordstallion enough time to twist midair and land on his hooves. Even before his armored limbs touched the floor, four swords of his were already drawn, with stallion ready to face any potential guardian ready to intercept the intruder. Luckily his caution proved unnecessary - at least for the time being. The light given by two of his spellsabers revealed that he was in what could only be a massive antechamber. The enormous relief the stone walls depicted cloaked ponies, their robes covered in alchemy symbols, as they worked over various apparatuses. The enormous door that was on his left far overshadowed the much smaller one on his right. It surely had to lead further into Mycuses laboratory. While he had no idea what was behind the door that Twilight magic allowed them to skip, all of his instincts told him that opening it would be a very poor idea. "It's alright Sparkle, it's safe." Swift said, certain that royal pony can hear him. "As safe as it could be for two ponies diving neck first into the unknown that is."
  16. “Well, I think the bull story made him shy and run.” Tempest says looking back at Applejack. “So, still stuck with me.” She added with soft grin of enjoyment as she stretches her legs out from all the running about in mud. She was very dirty now, her hide a mix of mud, dirt and sweat yet she was none to bothered by it. Baths are a luxury most ponies never understand is a luxury. Same for fresh drinking water but that’s a tangent for another day. She looked out over the farm and clear skies. Really this was what she grew up in. Well it was no farm life the lands outpost towns and cities was her home. How many farms did she see? Roads? Rivers? Can she ever settle down? She did not know yet. But for now this was what she needed. Looking back at AJ she watched the mare work. That was a Mare she can get behind. Working every day, feeling blessed for what she had and not shying away from work that will leave most laid out on the ground. Can they be friends? AJ may think so but something clawed at the back of Tempest’s feelings saying they can’t be. She can’t have friends. She’d never fit in with them. AJ had plenty. “So, what’s next boss?"
  17. Arty was starting to like this guy. Like- really like this guy. He wasn't stale like most guards, he was handsome, had a very sweet tone to him, and was rather charming, like a prince. How odd it was that she happened to stumble upon him. It just happened she needed a small break from her painting, and boom, he was right there in the flesh. A guard, who she presumed was quite the lady's man. How was there not a million mares standing in line for him? The artist could strongly relate to that though. She just had that vibe, a really attractive vibe. She wasn't no stranger to romantic encounters, or anything more than that. The sad thing was, she wasn't the type to stick around. The purple unicorn watched his movements, as she raised her eyebrows slightly in amazement. "I dab in a little reading too. Nothing really extraordinary, but nothing bland either." She watched him think for a second, as she stood softly to the side. "I simply talk to everypony, about everything. Whether it's about why the night sky is so gorgeous, or about a little earthworm that crawls in the dirt. Really, everything." Arty paused, thinking for a second about the second question. "Oh- you must have been mistakin', baby. I work throughout the daylight and into the moonlight. I don't stop until my work is to be finished." She finally sat down, looking up at the night. It was quiet for a moment, but it wasn't awkward. It was sweet silence, the kind that was comfortable and just. Just slightly there were crickets in the background, humming and chirping. The sound relaxed the unicorn, and made her smile gently. The she heard the stallion talk again, and she perked up to listen. "I completely understand, sweetheart. It's hard work. Poor handsome stallions like you deserve somepony to talk to." She couldn't help but flirt with him. "Most need social interactions to survive. A couple out there can find a way to be introverts and live, but there's something about talking to somepony that makes their hearts seem full." Suddenly, she heard a pony fly on over to them. The sudden change of atmosphere startled the mare, and she swiftly got up. "Cantorlot is rather astonishing at night." Arty watched as her new friend confronted the other stallion, which made her step back. She then opened her mouth to speak, "No need to be confused. He just wanted to drop in and greet us." She walked over to him with a friendly smile. "Pleased to meet you, baby. I'm Street Art, but you can call me whatever your heart desires." There was a small wink at the end of her sentence, as she confidently stood. "And this here is.." she stopped, realizing she actually never met this fine stallion's name.
  18. As luck would have it, the terrifying critter and manufacturer of no small amount of fear and anxiety (Alizarin's backside flying back towards Apple Bloom spoke to that) turned out to be nothing more than a little squirrel. Aww, what a little cutie he was! Apple Bloom always liked squirrels. They had bushy little tails and cute little smiles and they were real energetic, too. She always liked playing with them and making sure Winona left them alone. If she didn't- well, Winona wouldn't leave them alone in several full meanings of the word. Poor little squirrels. And what about those reactions. Alizarin got all bent out of shape 'bout it, hiding her embarrassment and fear behind a lot of yelling. It wasn't the squirrel's fault- didn't seem right. Then again, Apple Bloom wasn't about to cast the first stone. She'd been the scaredy pony before too. Sombra reacted in a similar, less scared fashion: Drawing on the images Alizarin had painted on for sarcastic impact, Apple Bloom was sure he was fine. He was some kinda shadow lord or whatever, of course he was fine. Captain Fire Walker stood strong as well. You could count on her having your back any day of the week, that was for certain. Fluttershy could probably handle the squirrel something adorable for sure, likely learn everything they needed to know about everything from it super quickly. Maybe her cider helped. It was said that two mugs from the Apple family and you could do anything! Of course that was normally talking about the harder adult beverages but that didn't mean a little of that can-do attitude couldn't filter on down to their humble family apple cider. Not that she felt the need to be humble about it, in any case. Then a yelp shattered the silence, and it struck Apple Bloom's ears acutely. She didn't know many critters who yelped that weren't the family dog and timberwolves, but it sure didn't have the husky tinge of a timberwolf yelp, not even the throaty half-chortle of an Everfree Mimicker. Of course this wasn't the Everfree so chances were it wasn't one of any number of dangerous critters. It was, in all likelihood, just an animal in need. An animal that yelped. Like Winona. The association was enough for her. She strained like a greyhound against the start for what felt like a full minute but couldn't have been more than a micro-second after Fire Walker spoke. She couldn't take much more than that before she slipped the bounds of whatever reason held her and she found herself galloping into the darkness in search of the creature who had yelped, bending down and grasping her saddlebag in her mouth as she did so. Come Tartarus or high water, she'd be damned if she came all the way out here to just not answer the call of some poor animal in distress. Cheek set hard and teeth firm, she galloped with wild abandon towards, desperate to find the source and save whatever animal it was!
  19. When she heard the commotion outside the locker room, the yellow mare couldn't help but jump about in excitement. Finally the kids showed up! Now she had somepony to talk to, and share her thoughts to, and teach the little fillies how to play some good soccer! Long Shot couldn't wait to start, she already had everything planned accordingly. The rules she was going to share, the drills, the playing time! The brightly colored pony couldn't contain her energy, she couldn't reel in her calm, justified, game-time part of her. No, Shot could only fish in her hyper-active personality. The soccer star opened the locker room door with her papers in her mouth. She looked around, spotting the group of fillies, and one stallion, who stood at the opening of the field. Her eyes widened, as a large smile appeared on her face. She immediately dropped the papers, trotting, or more like running, over to them like a little filly entering a candy shop. Oh, and weren't the kids the sweetest she's seen. Shot made it over, grinning like a mad man and opening her mouth to speak. "Hello everypony! Welcome to the camp! I'm so happy you all have made it!" Her voice was enthusiastic, eager to get the ponies in a positive outlook. "I'm Long Shot, the main coach here. I'm so very excited to meet all of you silly fillies!" She then looked at Thunderlane, and she turned rapidly towards him. "Ah! I'm so glad you made it, bud!" She ran over to him, giving him a little rub on the head with her hoof. "I'm sure you all know Thunderlane! He's actually a Wonderbolt, but he'll be helping coach the camp with me." She trotted back to the group of kids, setting herself aside and letting them go onto the field. "C'mon everypony! Try your likes on the field, and I'll show you all the guidelines and such so we can get started. No time to waste!" Shot let everypony walk in front of her, as she closed the gate and grabbed her sheets of paper. Soon she was on the field with the others, grabbing the ball bag and tossing the balls at them. "First, I need everypony to grab a ball, then make a circle!" The mare grabbed a ball herself, rolling it in front of her. "We're gonna start off simple! Let's get to know each other just in case there's some strangers-" she paused, preforming a large smile. "So, say your name and.. your most favorite thing to do! Like as a hobby! I'll go first! My name is Long Shot, and my favorite thing to do is play soccer!"
  20. Zap's fluttering sped up at the new command of moving side to side. All he had to do was a strafe. This was something he was not good at, knowing how to finesse his sideways movement seemed counter-intuitive to his understanding of the main purpose of flying which was to travel faster in the air going forward. With a trying smile, he attempted to shift his torso so that his left wing was higher than his right. Slowly, he started accelerating sideways to the right. At first barely, then noticeably, and then swiftly, he was flying strafe to his right side, able to hold a steady altitude for the time being. But he went too far. Unable to slow his lateral movement, he tried to angle his right wings up but was having trouble shifting his weight back. He could not get his back muscles to shift the way they should. And the distraction of focusing on weight shifting, he stopped maintaining his flutter rate and thus lost altitude. Seconds later, he felt the inevitable and gave in to the fall. Attempting to brace for impact, his legs made a sideways contact with the ground, and he was force into a roll. His body rolled twice before coming to a rest. He was unhurt, but he was embarrassed that he failed. He stood up and dusted off the dirt and grass on his wing to try again.
  21. It all happened so fast. Zap had covered his eyes at the sound of howling and barking and smashing. The snaps and brushes of tree trimmings echoed against the barn and the orchard trees, creating a symphony of splintering music. We wasn't immediately aware, but his mother had broke down the door to get outside and took it to the timberwolves that surrounded them one by one, some in the form of advanced aerial combat techniques. If only Zap had his eyes open, he could see the kind of power that she was capable of when a dire situation called upon her to become the hero of Equestria everypony knew her as. Eventually, Zap was pulled by the neck with his mother's teeth, and propped onto her back. Shocked at his rescue, he opened his eyes and held tightly in a fierce gallop to a safer part of the farm, next to a puddle of rainwater. Applejack saw herself in it, and Zap saw himself too. He was a timid pegasus pony colt who was visibly shaking and paler than his typical burnt orange complexion. He started to breathe heavier, his body trying to operate in reaction mode. His mother paused her gallop as she witnessed with Zap the collection of loose branches magnetized to each other to form the timberwolves remade. She lovingly scolded him about the stick. The stick! He had totally forgotten. Having been picked up from a frozen scared state, he had never actually let go of the stick. It was still glowing green in his hoof. This was the cause of the invasion? Zap's regret maximized as the little foal started on the path of what might be his biggest feeling of remorse yet in his life. It was hard. Hard to know that the thing that brought him so much joy was also endangering him and his family. Hard to admit that if he had just left the stick in the forest, none of this would have happened. Hard to change his mind on a dime about whether or not he really wanted to keep this stick for himself. But the more he thought about it, all he really wanted was the amenities of home and family, able to sleep in a comfortable bed while be read a bedtime story and waking up the next day to see breakfast on the table prepared by the ponies who loved him more than anything else in this world. After a few seconds, Zap threw the stick down in front of them. He didn't want the stick anymore.
  22. 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.
  23. 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


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

    2. RainbowFoxxy


      Aw! Well, take care :( Come visit sometime if you get a chance!

    3. tacobob


      Very sorry to see you go....Love seeing great new players like you...coming...not going....Hopefully we'll see you again..Soon.

  24. 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.
  25. 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.
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