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  1. 8 points

    From the album: Muddy's Album!

    Was thinking of how MLP plays a lot of mythology and tried doing a gorgon/naga/lamia
  2. 7 points

    From the album: Muddy's Album!

    Anybody remember these things? I do....I really like this design. < <;
  3. 4 points
    *This Post submitting for judgement* After some time to herself, Yanhua concluded that downing cupcakes probably wasn't the best way to get Feng's attention. If Nensho's crush could handle that obstacle course despite being kept behind a desk so often, This cook could climb some silly wall. While Yanhua had been mostly cooped up in the royal kitchen back home, She was still a nimble creature by nature. That, and being stuck in that forest for so long (traumatic as it was) did give her the chance to do a lot of running: Usually from the odd predator that entered the forest to make a meal out of something. If she lost some ground she could probably bounce herself back up, easy peasy. That announcer's warnings and allusions to the wall's trickery couldn't possibly be something to worry about. Yanhua's family were remarkable tricksters in their own right. If she could be outdone by some enchanted rocks, she'd have to turn in her tails! The Crowd let out a cheer as the kirin approached the wall. Yanhua flinched when she got close, Magic was thick on this thing. Who had enchanted it? More importantly why was that familiar scent meeting her nostrils. It was some odd mixture of a scent she was very familiar with: The smell of Woodlands, of a horribly tranquil and lonely forest. Memories of her time back in those woods some came to the forefront of her mind. Scurrying around in dirt, grime and tall grass, left only to her wits and with none of the magic she'd nurtured and practiced. If Feng were watching in the stands he'd have seen the cooks eyes wide open in shock for a few seconds until she rapidly shook her head about to try and center herself. When she looked back up she noticed something at the top of it... Was that her star-ball? She brought her hoof to her ear to check. It was still there. The one on the top of the wall seemed bigger and it that old Fulu that past spiritual advisor had left on it. "Is this wall making fun of me?" The cook took a deep breath to steady herself, "Calm down... It's just a wall, nothing serious." Once she properly steeled herself she lowered herself and approached the base of the wall. Then came the whistle. Yanhua go to a steady start as she gripped the rough surface of stone and pulled herself up, using muscles she'd not had to make use of in years. As she made her way up, the walls effects seemed to continue on. The familiar sounds of that hateful forest still surrounding her. That familiar drone of the cicadas, the calls of birds above in the trees, Every little rustle in the dark she could recall that woke her in the night. Still, Yanhua persisted. Then she heard the grinding sound of stone against stone. Looking up above her to the next level she saw all the spots she could have previously set hoof on swapping and switching around on the stone wall. When was one low and close to her, suddenly it was a two or three steps above her and then below. This certainly stalled her, Yanhua left trying to focus on staying tight to the wall and looking over the switching surfaces of the rocks above. Watching this constant swapping, Yanhua eventually noticed a pattern. It was a very short window, but there was a path of easily reached spots she could quickly move through. Timing would be important. The cook took in a deep breath and tensed up her muscles, like her body was becoming a compressed spring... Three... Two... One! In a slick, smooth motion Yanhua seemed to almost run up the wall past the switching stones and then hang on tight to the calm spot above. The Sudden exertion leaving her huffing and panting but then pushing on again. Vertical climbing like this was so tiring, why on earth would ponies do this? Jumping from ledge to ledge would be so much easier... but this chef had promised herself she'd get through this by the rules for Feng and she was going to do just that! The further she went up the wall the more the sounds it made seemed to change. Forest smells were replaced by the scent of the imperial palace, though not from the present. It was a scent tinged with a heavy nostalgia. As Yanhua went higher up on the wall she could swear she even heard the sounds of lively conversation by the voices of Long guo nobility from the past. "Why would someone make a rock wall of psychological torment?!" She screamed internally as she tried to push onward... only to see something snaking across the crags above her. Were those vines? Soon several green tendrils came rushing down to try and smash something into her face! She slid down from the first smack and then blinked as somethign splattered over her face. She then had to wipe what remained away and grimaced as a familiar taste met her tongue. Peppers. The same super hot kind that had blown her cover back in the capital so long ago. It was almost painful to experience this taste again. The raw power of the spiciness already made disguise start to slip, thankfully it was just around her teeth. At this distance nobody would notice... and this may just be her saving grace. When the next vine came to her she jumped forward to meet it, more pointed teeth shredded through it and with a tight grip she used it to pull herself up along her newly acquired "rope". Just getting this far made the chef feel exhausted. Her body was aching and even with the image of Feng in her mind she was starting to regret this choice. But, she could see the wall's chosen finish line for her. The fake star-ball just so tantalizingly close. With a couple more bursts of strength she made it , huffing and panting as she got to the top. Place her hoof on the end point the wall had made she immediately felt faint and had to steady herself before raising up her hoof to the crowd as cheers came. Something felt off, though. Feeling the wind on her pads shouldn't feel so od-- Wait. Pads? She brought the hoof to her face and noticed the bottom of her foreleg was no longer the bottom of a cloven hoof. In a panic she felt her face, it was still in a kirin's visage: thank goodness. All the exertion was wearing down her glamour. Why did she had to show off so much as the cupcake eating contest?! Rather than accepting the reward the Kirin Jumped down behind the wall in a hurry. When the pony who blew the starting whistle went to check on the contestant... she was gone! ...And somewhere behind the bleachers a fluffy, orange tail zipped out of sight.
  4. 4 points
    The White Tail Woods standed as one of the prettiest places in Equestria. The trees of all shapes and sizes stood out from the blue sky, showing off their gorgeous deep green leaves. Their thick roots strung out from the ground, popping in and out of the short grass. Big bushes stood all over the landscape, as they too showed off their precious leaves and blooming flowers. The sun was going down at this point, rays of yellow, orange, and a rosy pink were shown through the darkening sky, creating a really pretty sunset. The stars weren't out yet, but it was getting dark quickly, as the sun flowed it's way down the sky. Camping was such a calming thing for most ponies out there, either to get close with their friends or family. Nature was at it's finest with the woodlands. Water in the distance, wind busheling through the trees, a nice sweet smell from the flowers that surrounded the paths. Most ponies felt at peace in this forest, as why so many ponies would come camp there. Too bad sightings of something big and dark captured all the news's stories, ponies hadn't stepped hoof there since then. But still, most ponies would take a look at this masterpiece of nature, thinking how amazed they are that such a natural thing in life could be so beautiful. The sunsets always had a beautiful view in the woods. A couple didn't care much about something so silly, just the sun going down. They could at least recognize the pretty colors the sky created. Some though, absolutely couldn't stand the hype sunsets get. That, or they were just a grumpy little sack of negativity and hated everything others generally loved. Alizarin Fruits stood at the front opening of the forest's path, tapping her hoof impatiently. Her thin eyebrows furrowed in a glare, like she was going to murder anything that came across her path. The brown mare just wanted to be at home, cuddled up in her soft bed and staring at the stars. She loved the night more than the day. Ali liked the dark, as she couldn't see anything. She didn't like thinking about things, or looking deeply into things. It kind of scared her, but little ol' Ali didn't have feelings or emotions. Nope! She was as soulless as a vampire, or so she thinks. The short mare didn't know why she was here, carrying a little folded up tent on her back with some saddle bags filled with bug repellent and a sleeping bag. Her father read in a newspaper that day something was out taking animals, and he felt horrible about it. The mare's heart always killed over when her papa frowned. Of course Ali hated seeing her ol' Pop upset, had to be a problem solver and go out to see what's out taking the 'innocent little creatures'. Ha! They weren't bothering her, they weren't hurting her business. There was no reason to go out and 'help the precious animals'. Obviously the farm pony had a heart though, if she wanted to save the little buggers. Ali was the first one to the scene, after her sweet Pop went and packed for her as she watered her apple trees. She got her chores done, with a frown, taking the saddle bags and getting the train to the woods. She had bags under her tired eyes, as she sat her little rump down in the soft dirt. The mare didn't want to head in first, but she did at the same time. The loner could've easily trotted in and left the other ponies, if there were going to be other ponies, behind. It's not like there was some group calling them to go save the creatures from the mysterious, scary, horrible, frightening, thing in the deep, dark, mysterious, scary, horrible, frighten- okay, you get the point. Anyway, the splotched mare sat there in silence, listening to the wind go through the trees and the birds tweeting. It was kind of peaceful for a moment, and Ali kind of felt at peace. It was quiet, soft, and the moment just felt like a dream. She felt asleep, but wasn't, as she could just sense the realness of her surroundings. Until she heard hooves stepping through the dirt.
  5. 4 points
    Well, that was something to take note of. Evidently her name was something a sore spot for her. Yanhua nodded slowly at Tempest's outburst, "I see." She'd never seen so much anger on a pony's face before. This mare must have a story to tell, a very intense one: Though not here. Among a crowd of strangers wasn't the best place to lay one's past bare for all to see. That was something Yanhua had been avoiding doing for the past couple years for the sake of one special pony. Now that Longma was giving her an apologetic look before heading off. The chef's brow furrowed , but she nodded once and turned back to Nensho. With Feng out of earshot and tended to the emotionally wounded unicorn she spoke more openly with the disguised Okami, "Hm... Well I think you've better chances with your friend than I do with mine... I hope that the things you love about them aren't what keeps you away from them." She looked back to Feng as he tended to Tempest and heaved a conflicted sigh, "Is this special wo--pony what brought you all the way to Equestria, Nensho-san?"
  6. 4 points
    Feng may not know how lucky he was to have all of his teeth the second his hoof touched her shoulder. But for all the temptation to lash out on some pony and make them understand how she felt. she… Feng was right. She needed to cool down. Getting out of her seat she follows Feng to a more quiet and secluded spot. Well it was not too far away from all the going on it gave the space she deeply needed. “I can't stand this.” Tempest says glancing over at the growing crowd. “I feel out of place. Did years ago and still do now. I found a home and lost it. It may not have been the best but it was one.” She let out a deep breath. “Thank you for... being… Nice.” She added in a tone that made it seem like she was not used to saying such a thing. Looking to Feng she flicked an ear and studied him more before feeling like she needed to… explain something. She had to get it off her chest. “Deadname.” She mutters out in a deadpan tone. “The name they keep saying. It’s a deadname and what its tied to makes me…” She had to shut her eyes, she hated saying this and it took some force to do it. “Uncomfortable.” She wanted to explain it better but found no words for it. She hated speaking like this. She looked pathetic. Weak. Deep breaths. "Cold water sounds nice."
  7. 4 points
    *This Post submitted for judging* Thunderhoof stood watching the ponies get covered in mud. He loved seeing them struggle against the rope. He'd thought about entering, but the idea of competing just didn't seem as fun when he couldn't just think about Stage joining in. That poor stallion had heard mud was involved and ran for the hills. He must still be traumatized from the last competition he entered. He'd taken so many baths, Hoof thought he'd wash his coat right off his body. He laughed silently to himself at the thought. In any case, Thunderhoof just liked watching, more than anything. He was content just seeing the others have fun. "Hoof! There you are!" a familiar voice called "We brought snacks!" Flaire was approaching, accompanied by Lilly Quille, the Itailian artist of their group. The beautiful unicorn was carrying a bunch of candy apples in her magic. and Flaire was coming up empty hooved. Hoof laughed soundlessly. she always has been better at those ring toss games. "I may have gone a little overboard playing the Apple Ring Toss game." she blushed slightly "I gotta admit, it kinda hurt my ego a little to loose so many times then see her win so easily." Flaire said "But she agreed to share, so.... all's well that ends well, eh?" Hoof drew in the ground with his hoof a little, using his only means of communication. "Well of course you get some, silly." Just then, another pony face planted in the mud. "That looks like fun. Hoof, why don't you give it a go. See how long the three will last before you pull them into the mud." Both Flaire and Lilly laughed, while hoof smiled. Flaire was only half kidding. He honestly felt Hoof was strong enough to yank them off their hooves, but he'd be too nice to do that. He'd probably just stand there holding the rope until they gave up. Thunderhoof drew on the ground again giving an evil smirk. Then pointed at Flaire. Lilly laughed out loud "This, I gotta see!" she said. "Do it, Flaire!" Hoof stomped in agreement. "Alright, alright!" Flaire gave in "Fine, I'll do it. But only if I get to do it my way." Hoof drew in the ground again "He's right, Flaire. You can't change colors. I'm sure they'll count that as magic." "But it doesn't give me an edge. It's just a bit of fun." he sighed dejectedly "Oh, you're probably right. Fine. No Colorshifting." he pouted Hoof slapped his back in a "you've got this!" gesture, which kinda hurt with his big hoof. "You'll do fine. Besides, it's just for fun, anyway, right?" "Yeah, yeah. You know, you guys are gonna have to make this up to me. I expect to have my spa day paid for, tonight." Hoof waved, dismissingly Once the next pony had finished his go, which seemed to take an impressively long time, Flaire made his way up to challenge the three others. He smiled weakly at them and waved. "Could you, maybe, go easy on me? I'm not vey strong." Flaire begged The one in front answered "Sorry, sir. For it to be fair, we have to give you the same challenge we give Everypony else." He and the others picked up the rope "Just pick up the rope whenever you're ready" He offered Flaire hesitated for a minute, thinking about backing out. But he decided why not, and picked up the rope in his teeth. The announcer's voice echoed as he called out "Alright! Let's get ready to start in three, two one, tug!" Flaire strained against the rope as the stallions pulled, giving him a challenge while not outright pulling him in immediately. It was then he realised what the challenge actually was. This wasn't about strength. It was about endurance. He didn't have to out pull three stallions, he just had to hold on as long as he could. He almost dropped the rope with his palpable sigh of relief. He stumbled a little, but regained his balance and pulled again, pulling with force as well as he could maintain. He knew the key to endurance was steadiness, so he tried to keep his pulling as steady as he could, trying not to jerk at all.As he pulled, he thought about changing colors to startle the others and get a good laugh. He'd probably be disqualified, but he didn't really expect to win, anyway. No, he thought, that would be bad sportsponyship. I'll just have to tough it out. He could feel his grip weakening, and snapped himself back to the task at hoof, yanking ever so slightly on the rope. Which gave him an idea. He started to relax his grip little by little letting them think they were besting him. They continued pulling the same, and he started slipping, but this was part of his plan. He got real close to the edge, and just before falling in, he pulled together all the strength he could muster and yanked on the rope like his life depended on it, trying to catch the others off guard. Unfortunately for Flaire, they were a little more practiced at this than he. They easily compensated for the sudden change and yanked back, sending Flaire sprawling into the mud. SPLASH! He quickly stood back up and began laughing his head off. "Well, that backfired, didn't it?" He laughed "You guys are pretty good at that." He gave them his signature genuine friendly smile "Thank you for the challenge, sirs." He bowed to them, and made his way back to his friends.
  8. 3 points
    Now this was more like it! After spending a few months as captain of the Twilight Guard, Fire Walker had an different assignment for a chance! The young mare decided to wear her old adventuring armor for a change. It was better suited for forest treks than her Royal Armor. She also brought along a saddlebag full of necessary items. She was always happy to fulfill her normal tasks. She was there to make sure Ponyville residents knew what to do in case of emergencies. Usually through the use of training seminars. She also kept an eye on town to make sure nasties didn’t sneak in. There was also the occasional mundane task she would also take care of. But now she was leaving the safety of her sleepy little village to solve a mystery! Animals were vanishing and there was talk about the ‘Pony Of Shadows’. And so far everything lead to the White Tail Woods. A forest that shared the Everfree's beauty, but not the crazy. Noted animal welfare expert Fluttershy was also tasked to join this little critter conundrum. Very few ponies in Equestria were as knowledgeable about creature confronts as the pleasant Pegasus mare. The red Captain also asked if her occasional adventure partner Applejack would be able to join them, but they ended up getting her little sister instead. How odd. Still, if the little Earth Pony was one percent as clever and brave as her big sister, things should go smoothly. Another mare named Alizarin Fruits was also tasked to join them. She assumed the young mare was a friend of Fluttershy's. After much assurance from her little sister, the Pegasus mare also brought along the family dog. Gumby. He could be of some use. Dogs were good at sniffing. Barking. Fire Walker always wanted a dog growing up and never got one. She was still slightly bitter about this. Alizarin was also the first the good Captain could see. Waiting at the entrance. "Miss Fruits.", she called out as she slowly trotted her way. She was followed by a little dog. "Ralph!", the dog barked. The little critter stopped dead in his tracks. A strange scent crossed his nose. What could it be? He glanced in the direction of Sombra, but was instantly distracted when an butterfly landed on his nose. "RALPH!"
  9. 3 points
    Who was King Oisin? It was a question that the entire Imperial Court had been failing to find answers for ever since receiving a message stating the Peryton King’s desire for a formal audience with the Empress of Long Guo. Not much was known about perytons in eastern lands, for their kind were seldom spotted outside their small realm. Of the Velvet Strand, Empress Yuè knew a little more than most, as those isles were identified as one of the great western sanctuaries of nature according to the accumulated knowledge of her monastic mentors. Up-to-date records of the Velvet Strand also indicated that King Tiarnán ruled the Perytons. No news had come from across the sea indicating any sort of peryton succession, so word of this Oisin caused a massive scramble for information and overseas gossip. Unfortunately, perytons didn’t have much of a habit for traveling abroad and relaying news about their homeland, so the Imperial Court lacked any idea at all of the mystery buck’s temperament and desires. Regardless, the protocols of courtly courtesy demanded that King Oisin’s request be granted. Empress Yuè paid very close attention as the Peryton King strode towards the Dragon Throne. Outwardly, Oisin looked every bit the stately cervine as his fine clothes and grooming would indicate, but the royal qilin was well-practiced in seeing through the hearts of others. And just through rigorous observation of Oisin’s movements, something about him seemed a little out of the ordinary compared to the usual visiting dignitary. The Empress couldn’t quite put her hoof on it, however. Yuè’s assessment of the King turned sour once he opened his mouth. She’d heard this all before; from eager suitors vying for the honor to be wed to an Empress to conniving petitioners spewing sweet words to conceal their selfish aims. As a seasoned sovereign, the qilin mare withstood the temptation to roll her eyes, instead relying on the one tried-and-true method of acknowledging overly fairspoken guests with the respect they were owed. “I am not worthy of the praise you lavish upon me,” the Empress expressed modesty in an unfailing regal tone; “But I cannot deny your gift with words, King Oisin. Undoubtedly, there must be many a doe in your realm who believe without question that you will give your future queen the attention a faithful wife deserves.” With Yuè having subtly thrown her shade, it would be up to Oisin to grasp the full implications behind the Empress’s counter-compliment. That being said, Yuè pressed on with other matters. “In the Dragon Kingdom, little is known about your kind, as the paths of Peryton and Long Sun rarely cross. As such, we are immensely honored that you have crossed over land and ocean to bestow Long Guo with the fabled grace of the Perytons. It pains us admitting to ignorance concerning news of the natural sanctuary once tended to by King Tiarnán, so we would be most grateful to be enlightened to recent developments.” That was a polite long-winded way of asking Oisin what the heck was going on?
  10. 3 points
    *this post submitted for judging* Kerfluffle was just absolutely tickled pink! Well, not as pink as Pinkie Pie she was actually more of a sky blue sort of color... but that's beside the point! The real point was she was in Ponyville! She was in town to visit her newest group of friends and especially to see Rarity. She had plans to go over some of her new designs with the famed fashionista herself! Also, it just so happened that this was the time of the annual Iron Pony events! It had been super wonderful to have the Mane 6 in End of the Rainbow when the Rainbow Festival was in full swing and now her she was for one of the biggest and most fun events of the year in Ponyville! "Oh oh oh, this is jus' so excitin'!" She paced near the starting area of the Unnecessarily Extreme Rock Climbing wall. The ponies running this event eyed the pegasus skeptically. She sure didn't seem the type to do well in an event like this. It was unnecessarily extreme after all. Pretty much designed for ponies made of the sternest stuff... this particular pegasus seemed to be made out of clouds and marshmallows. Kerfuffle turned to glance at them and winked. "Now I know what yer all thinkin'. No need to hide what's plain on yer faces," She smiled disarmingly. "But as you'll soon see there's more to me than meets the eye!" The event ponies sighed with relief that they hadn't offended a contestant. That would be bad form! Fuffle made her way to the designated start area and took a quick trot in place to loosen herself up. She had recently worked on her prosthetic leg making sure it was in supple and oiled condition. She checked to make sure are her small of hoof chalk was secured properly to the belt around her middle. She was ready for action! FWEEEEEE! The start whistle sounded and she took hold of the wall! The first section she was presented with was cool, rough granite. Easy to grip and press off from. She kept her wings firmly on her side and started upwards. "Well now! This is pretty easy donch'a know!" She couldn't help but call out as a crowd gather behind her to watch the intrepid pony ascend to the heights! Kerfuffle got her hind hooves under her and pressed up, using the large muscles in her hindquarters to do the lifting work. Hold after hold was presented to her, for the time being all in easy hoof range. Up, up, up she went...well not really up per say as the wall was swallowed up behind her and more appeared not far ahead of her. The magic of the wall was not lost on the pegasus. She was quite fond of magic! Soon the holds started to range out a bit. This made the hoof holds harder to reach and she really had to stretch for a few. The mare began to use the hoof chalk that she kept in a little bag at her side. Sweaty hooves did not make gripping easy. She had to press off on tip hoof and let herself fall out to the side just a little to reach a particularly wide ranging hold. But she was able to grip it and on she went! It didn't take too long before her forelegs began to burn from the effort but she kept on climbing! Tweeeet twitter tweeet! The mare glanced up and saw a cloud of little birds circling above her. As she got closer to them they began to sing louder and swoop around her. They weren't attacking her, just trying to get her concentration to slip. Fuffle smiled at them. "Well you guys sure are cute aren't you!" A few birds flew about her head. "But I gotta keep on climbing so shoo please! Shoo shoo!" The birds stayed a bit longer, swooping near her when she tried for a couple difficult hoof holds. Fairly soon though they fell behind her and were swallowed up with the rest of the magical wall. Almost at the same time that the birds disappeared a warm wind began to pick up from her right side. The wind blew harder and harder and she could feel herself beginning to loose her grip! She re-chalked both her front hooves and grit her teeth with the effort of continuing to climb. It wasn't long before she realized the wall seemed to be trying more and more to make her fall! Not only was the wind super strong but now it was growing more and more slick and seemed to be moving faster too. She had less and less time to reach the next hold before she was deposited on the ground from the rate of the wall being swallowed up! She began to pant with exertion, knowing that her round was about to be over! "Holy moley! This wall's no joke!" Then she gasped as... ROAR!!! ...she looked up and stared wide eyed at a gigantic red horrible toothy quarry eel head! The animal was snaked partially out of a cave and the holds she was using were heading straight towards the beast! "Ummmm, yikes!" She shouted as the eel locked eyes on it's target! The monster lunged at her and in a boost of adrenaline she launched from the rock wall and landed right on the top of the eel's face. The impact snapped its jaws shut and she launched from there to a second quarry eel that had appeared right above the first! "EEEeeek!" She squeaked as the eel's jaws opened for her. It looked so real she thought for a moment she might really be in danger and then... ZAP! She was standing on firm ground, sweaty and puffing but with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. The ponies in the crowd stared at her dumbfounded for a moment. Had that little fluffy pony just managed to ascend all the way through that many obstacles? It was only a pair of quarry eels that had finally bested her! Really just one quarry eel as the other had gotten his face stomped! The crowds erupted in cheers and applause and Kefuffle couldn't help but giggle! She was beat and needed a stiff cider something fierce but she was unshaken! There was more to her than met the eye, that was for sure!
  11. 3 points
    Name: Kerfuffle Sex: Female Age: Mare Species: Pegasus Eye color: Vibrant violet Coat: A light minty blue/green Mane/Tail: Most of her mane and tail are light pink. Her mane has a large swath of light pink at the front. Her mane is piled mostly onto one side of her neck with just a bit fluffed on the other side over her ear. This part is adorned with a small pin cushion that she often uses at work. Her mane and tail are full of fluff and bounce. She controls the fluff of her tail with two purple band one in the middle towards the end. Physique: She's just a touch on the pudgy side for a pegasus but nothing out of normal range. Residence: Kerfuffle resides in a loft apartment atop her boutique in Hope Hollow aka End of the Rainbow. Occupation: She's a seamstress by trade and also a fashion designer who's quite inspired by Rarity's designs. Cutie Mark: A ball of purple yarn with knitting needles crisscrossed through it. There are pink swirls on either side of the yarn ball. Unique Traits: Well it's no secret that she has a prosthetic hind leg on the left side. She also has a knack for seeing colors even when others can't. She's able to match the perfect accessory to pretty much any pony. History: Kerfuffle was born to loving parents in the town of End of the Rainbow. Her parents knew she would be special from the moment she was born. She was different than most little fillies in that she didn't have the bottom half of her hind left leg. That didn't slow the little bundle of joy down one little bit! Her parents had her fitted in lots of different prosthetic legs as she grew and she was just as active as any other young one. Fuffle made lots of friends in school and they played together in town every day. End of the Rainbow was very much into togetherness and nopony ever treated her any different because of her leg. Her sweet temperament and desire to be kind to others made her a magnet for friendship! She also liked to try her hooves at many of the different clubs the school had to offer. One of these was a hoofball team! The filly happily trotted onto the field to play but was stopped short when an errant kick sent her leg out from under her! It had been made of wood and just wasn't strong enough for that kind of play. Another filly saw how sad Kerfuffle was not to be able to play hoofball. This filly had a talent for fix-it jobs and made it her mission to build a leg strong enough for Kerfuffle to take part in anything she wanted to! It took a while to make the leg and in the mean time Fuffle had found she had a knack for a skill with a little less concussion on the legs. The knitting club! She found out that the filly was making her a leg and on the day she presented her gift Fuffle gave her a scarf that perfectly matched her coat! When they went to attach the leg both fillies noticed Fuffle had her cutie mark! From that day on Kerfuffle continued to play hoofball but she also began devoting herself to fashion design. A few years later Fuffle and her family took a trip to Manehatten where they caught a glimpse of the Manehatten branch of Rarity's Fashion for You! Kerfuffle was hooked on her designed from that moment on! It wasn't until the Mane 6 showed up in Hope Hollow that Fuffle was encouraged to strive for her own designs. Using her knack for color choice the skill came easily with a little help from her fashion idol Rarity! Character Personality: Kerfuffle is one of the nicest ponies you could hope to meet. She has a cheery nature and though she's still a bit unsure of her design skills she's ready to give it her best! She's quite encouraging and ponies often feel better and stronger after spending time with her. She really likes to visit and can often be seen in the town coffee shop conversing with a friend or two. Her shop has been receiving more business than usual since the color returned to town and she's often a bit swamped with ponies wanting more of her wares. She's learning to take the all in stride and remains a cheery mare! Character Summary: A bit boisterous but sweet to the core, Kerfuffle is the kind of pony most ponies find easy to befriend. She's not held back by much these days, though she still works on the confidence she has for her work. She also has the desire to travel more and has plans to visit Ponyville very soon!
  12. 3 points
    Sea Salt smiled largely. She loved talking about her fish, well, big fish. Mammal fish. Fish mammals? Whatever their classification was, Finnie loved to talk about them. Most ponies didn't know much about dolphins, and it made her sad. "I got two dolphins, Mr. Bubbles and Sprout. Mr. Bubbles is really feisty, but Sprout is a gentle creature. They both perform with me in my arena back at home." Her little wings fluttered in excitement. She did miss her babies. Finnie blinked hard when she noticed Gummy stick his little claw out at her. The blue Pegasus had a wide range of emotions now. She was slightly above the ground, her wings flapping hard as she cutely fangirled over the little gator. "I wouldn't mind this little baby on me anytime, mate," she cooed, letting the reptile sit on her back. This was the happiest the hippie was in a while. Finnie opened her mouth to respond to the pink pony, "I love water. I actually do shows with my dolphins, tricks and all that. You should come sometime, Pinkie Pie." The blue mare then turned around, looking at Ali. "Yeah, she's my friend. Though, she'd never admit it." "I ain't no pony's friend," the mare hissed, shooting daggers directly at Finnie and Pinkie.
  13. 3 points
    Roleplay Type: WoEName: Oisin (ush-EEN)Sex: MaleAge: Young BuckSpecies: PerytonEye Colour: Oisin's eyes start a deep, almost dream likeCoat: Oisin's coat is many different shades of emerald green, but his legs and wings end in a slight shade of dreamy lavender purple.Mane/Tail: Being a Peryton, Oisin has no real mane, but he harbors the usual tuft tail of his cervine like kind.Physique: Slender and almost balletic in appearance, Oisin bears a typical dear like physique.Residence: The Emerald Grove, Velvet Strand IslesOccupation: King of the Peryton Kingdom in Velvet StrandCutie Mark: N/A - Peryton's don't need cutie marks to show off their fantastic skills.Unique Traits: Like the odd few of his kind, Prince Oisin bares tiny vestigial fangs that hold no real power or effect other than maybe being threatening and possibly delivering an inconvenient nibble here and there. It is however doubtful as he is still a full vegetarian. Despite being relatively young and fresh to his princely title, Oisin holds aloft a rather impressive rack of antlers that have either bloomed or been decoratively dye'd a luminous golden colour, the same as his hooves. Oisin has wings just like any Peryton and just as useless as any Peryton's wings should be, however because of his magical affinity the purple tips of his wings seem to sparkle ever so faintly. Whether this is genuinely because of his affinity for magic or simply just showing it off for any onlookers, remains to be seen. History: Oisin was born in the heart of the Velvet Strand Isles - the Emerald Grove, where he and family have lived for generation within the small Peryton Kingdom. Like most of his line, he was greeted lovingly into the world and immediately brought up with ideals of 'Royal Peryton Perfection' and the attitudes he should have to his 'lesser' creatures - even those of his own kind. However he was also taught the importance of nature, of the herd and most of all modesty, leading to a slight clash in teachings to say the least as he developed from a fawn to sprouting his first nubs that would soon become his antlers. His father - King Tiarnán, raised his son to be comfortable with the visitors to the Velvet Strand such as the pony tourists and those that come for the peace and tranquility, it's at one of these visits the young fawn 'met' Princess Celestia on a diplomatic visit, however being so young he had little to offer in diplomatic conversation or regal baring than the odd bow and offering a flower to the tall pretty alicorn. He was raised on books of history, but his love was in fantasy. Tales of swashbuckling pirates, dastardly villains and courtly love. Being lost in books of epic romances of princes saving princesses for hours on end and re-enacting them with all the little does of his father's court with great energetic enthusiasm. When his vestigial fangs started growing out - despite their diminutive size - there were worried whispers that the young prince may end up like his maddened great great grandfather; Drust of the Blight. Learning of the history worried the young prince greatly and the rumors and teasing from his fellow fawns, royalty or not, was still a burden on his tiny mind to the point that it kept him near constantly distracted from his lessons of cultivation. It was only when his mother noticed her son's tired eyes and droopy ears and after a long talk with her and his father, the child's worries were pushed aside and he was soon on his way to the path of his royal teachings. With the passing years, his antlers grew, as did his passive magic. He became much more competent in his baring from the awkward and worried child he was and now had a healthy dose of boastful pride mixed with modesty, however it wasn't long till his father had stepped down from the throne of the Emerald Grove due to irrevocable injury done to his horns and Oisin's coronation took place on a bright spring morning, reigning him as the new if young King. Years before he rightfully should have been the age to become King. Now freshly crowned, the young King of the Perytons now has to face the world of royalty and keep the peace and tranquility of the Velvet Strand as those before him did for generations. Character Personality: Oisin is a bit of an unintentionally spoiled brat at his worse and a socially inept doofus at most, despite his regal baring - social cues and knowing what's best to say in what situation has never been his charm, even when trying to be kind. A compliment will be unintentionally added with 'for a Pony' or 'but not as good as a Peryton' and he'll think nothing of it. But despite such, there is no real vitriol or cruelty in his words, he's just a bit dense when it comes to socializing outside of his own species. Or with the ladies. Being a young buck, Oisin is unfortunately a bit of a doe-eye'd brag when it comes to the ladies, often falling head over heels at first sight for a pretty face and making wild claims of innocent adoration and often quoting old romantic epics he's read thinking the overly sappy saccharine love novels have anything remotely appealing to them. But when he isn't badly handling a compliment for dignitaries or flirting with some poor doe or mare, Oisin is surprisingly competent. He is nature loving, friendly and caring to those in or visiting his household and especially when visiting foreign lands despite any social frollups. Keeping himself poised, regal in times of stress to act as a beacon of tranquility during any trouble - some might see this as ignorant but it's simply to offer a peaceful bastion for any of his panicking people to latch onto. Character Summary: This royal Peryton may come off as a boastful flirt with nothing between the ears but at the end of the day, he's a young buck put into a position given to him too early and doing his best to be a friendly and approachable monarch that will make his people and family proud.
  14. 3 points
    *Post submitted for Judging* It felt great to have all that muck and pie off of her after that doozy of an obstacle course. She'd hoped to have just come out of it with mud on her, but thanks to her allergies she ended up with pie on her face too. One tablet and shower later and Tokkuri was ready to continue on with these festive trials. Hm... The barrel weave. She remembered doing things like this when she was younger as part of her fitness training. The set she'd been trained with back home used flags instead of Barrels. Getting around those was surely easier than these sizable barrels. At first she was starting to doubt herself, but seeing how swiftly Nensho made his way through pushed them to the back of her mind. He wouldn't want her giving up in this competition because some sealed casks spooked her! As she concocted her approach to the course she let her eyes wander over to the cheering audience. Huh, seems that Feng's personal cheerleader was still there for his run. It was oddly cute seeing someone so eagerly cheering on a friend like that. She couldn't help but notice how the orange maned kirin seemed to lose some energy once that fellow eastern competitor finished off and yelled out that his run was for somepony named 'Yue'. Oh-ho! She could smell tension in a relationship a mile away and whatever story was behind was sure to be spicy. Nensho's run was more or less how she would have taken the course. Hoping not to look like she was trying to copy her friend, Toboe decided on a less flashy version of what he'd tried (with no spinning). She got down low and just as the flag waved she jumped forward to one side of a barrel, weaving between each one with a diagonal jump while keeping her eyes ahead and steady. It was almost like she was bouncing between the barrels. Her agility training over the years had paid off. the only close call she was having on the way was her tail just nearly brushing across the surface of the barrel at the opposite end. The kirin whipped around and repeated the process smoothly back to the finish line , panting softly as she finished. There were exuberant cheers from the crowd, which Tokkuri offered a simple bow to before making her way over to Nensho at the finish line and offering him a high hoof. "Great run, Nensho-Kun! Hope mine wasn't too similar!"
  15. 3 points
    The Emerald Grove Kingdom of the Perytons Chapter One : The Emerald Grove In the heart of the Velvett Strand Isles, where the Peryton's mere existence causes the land to thrive and bloom - there is a hidden jewel of fertile land and a stand trees so thick with greenery that it's become a popular sight seeing spot for newcomers to the islands during the day when business isn't going about. The Velvet Strand is known for its lush flora and its clean waters and none more so than this viridescent jewel of nature. The grove is a large expanse of soft grass melded with towering trees that cover the sky so well at times that the sun glitters through the leaves like golden stars against a deep green sky, to add some light under the boughs of these trees the herds have created their own form of illumination to aid the growth of the plants and their more sun needing harvests in the form of hanging strands of jewels bathed in sunlight called Dawn Stones - a treasure coveted by the Emerald Grove Peryton's for their warm glow. They are thankfully only used sparingly as the plants thrive well enough with the presence of the winged cervines. Though nothing will ever beat the crystalline beauty of Cirrus Lake, there is a small body of water, barely the size of a large pond situated near the home of the royal family which due to its years of tending and constant proximity to the Peryton's - has become so pure it is said in myth to have rejuvenating, almost healing properties. It is aptly named; Dewdrop Pond for its size and nature kissed existence. It's said in myth that a rare antidote for the most toxic poisons or most virulent diseases can be fashioned when mixed with a single drop of this pond. As with the rest of the Velvet Strand in its effort to keep to its 'untouched beauty', the housing here has kept with the standard set by the Perytons, simple, natural, rustic. Even the home of the royal family with its slightly large home has been fondly named by its residents as 'The Living Palace' due to beautiful wild flowers, rare jewel like fruits and entwining flora that make up the decoration of the royalty's home. Even the throne room looks like it was grown more than built. With this pocket of fertile land, it's said to be possible to grow any kind of fruit, vegetable or flower in the dirt of this grove and the local residents are more than happy to show off the fertility of this land by sometimes sharing homespun meals made of fruit and veggies not even local to the area and some that is whispered - mostly in gossipy and boastful allegations - that the Peryton's have fashioned for themselves from years of cultivating and tending. No doubt, this Peryton paradise is a jewel on top of an already beautiful crown of nature that the Velvet Strand has to offer. Chapter Two: The Royal Herd The Royal Herd of the Velvet Strand (or often simply referred to as the 'royal family') has lived and thrived for generations and lays claim to being descended from the 'first Peryton' as well as laying claim to being the most 'in tune' with the natural magic that flows through all their kind. Made up of the current monarch, their family, their entourage, servants and the like, they make an impressive bulk of the herd. Though they come off as arrogant and snobby, they have ruled their homestead with a deeply mixed past going from time to time. They are some of the few Perytons that have high decoration to them, even if it's usually just a crown or neckpiece with a pair of royal jewels set into each piece known as the Nature's Dream Emeralds. Every royal figure head has handled their kingdom in a different way but most have been altogether peaceful due to the Peryton's idyllic and carefree lifestyle, the royals only have to step in for serious issues pertaining to the welfare of the islands or diplomatic issues. The few most notable Royals of the past are the ones who made the greatest waves in society, for better or worse or for simply vain and boastful legends and myths that the Peryton's can brag about: Branach of the Branching Antlers was infamous for sporting the biggest horns of his ilk, legend has it due to their size he could grow a tree to full size by standing by a sapling. Fáelán the Harvest Lord was an adventurous King who ventured past the Cirrus Lake and to different parts of Equestria and brought back seeds for their family to grow and increase the variety of food their people could eat and enjoy. Galochobar the Friendly was a great and joyous stag who welcomed the first ponies who ventured onto the Velvet Strand with an open heart, taught them the ways of their kind and was surprisingly not condescending. Boadicea of Nature's Will was a Queen of the Perytons who rallied her herd together when a group of zealously industrial ponies wished to renovate the isles with modern homes and warded them off with help of some allies in the form of ponies who also wished to preserve the nature of the Velvet Strand. There are however, none more famous or infamous than Oberon, Champion of the Grove and his father Drust the Blighted One; The story goes that Drust was as boastful and vain as any of his kind who sported a pair of vestigial fangs that were a rare thing among Perytons of old, well aware of his powers and all to ready to share his weighty pride with those that would listen. However as he grew larger, so did his ego, to the point it became pride in his race to a frightening level. Ponies who visited were not permitted to speak in his presence unless spoken to and were condescended to as if they were nothing but fawns. This continued on until Drust had the worrying idea of making their small kingdom the 'greater power' in Equestria and mused about possibly overthrowing the all powerful Princess Celestia. His modest and level headed son; Oberon, who valued the friendly ties they had with the ponies begged his father to reconsider such a hasty idea - the Peryton kingdom was small and likely to be overwhelmed if they even dared to think of taking on the grand empire of the ponies. But Drust would not be swayed, somehow the mad king had found a way to corrupt the magic that could flow through his horns - instead of amplifying the life giving and healing natural energies, he would drain it from the flora and fauna around him. The Emerald Grove and the Royal Herd began to suffer from the effects of their king's power and it would not be long till he tried to inflict the same damage to the rest of Equestria. Seeing no alternative, Oberon challenged his father to a duel, putting his own antlers at risk to stop his father from destroying their beautiful home and bring ruin to the kingdom. From stories told, the battle was said to last hours that melted into days until finally with a mighty swing of his head, Oberon snapped his father's antlers clear from his head - halting the damaging magic. Drust was exiled from the Velvet Strand isles, never to be seen again and Oberon took his place as the new king of the Perytons where his lineage has thrived to the current monarch of this very day. ((Might add more later))
  16. 3 points
    Submitted for Judging After a rather poor performance gobbling up cupcakes, and an even worse trip around an obstacle course, Smolder had faith. She had done this before, except with a group of her fellow dragons and those who lost, ended up in a big pile of 'Red Flavored Fluffy Puff Translucent Dessert Related Substance'. She teamed up with her brother Garble and his friend Fume. The three battled against an older dragon named Drogon. While the threesome soon found themselves with a faceful of whatever dessert related substance was, it was a true learning experience. She also learned not to stand so close to Fume. Guy has terrible breath! She marched over to her spot and took notice of the three rather tough fellows she would soon be facing up against. Considering she had heard Big Mac once pulled a freaking HOUSE, they really had to be strong. But she was stronger! She was a dragon! Fierce! Brave! She had wrestled and defeated larger dragons than she. She could smash boulders into dust with a slash of her tail or thrust of her fist. She was fierce! She was a dragon! They would soon hear her roar! The orange scaled dragon stood firm as she griped the rope. Lessons she had learned from her defeat, combined with an assortment of suggestions and ideas about how to win floated around in her skull. She could win this! The announcer's voice called out, "3-2-1......BEGIN!" With the rope in her mighty hands, the young dragon dug her feet into the ground and shifted back just a little. She did not weigh nearly as much as the impressive farm pony, but she would make things a little more difficult for the threesome. She let out a growl as held on tight to the rope. With her feet planted into the ground, she slowly backed up. She could tire these guys out! She thought of herself like a solid wall. One that could not be tugged over. One that would not break! But the three she battled knew what they were doing. They were a perfect team and made up the right tug-of-war combination. They had strength, experience and they could 'read the rope' better than any creature. Smolder could struggle and pump as much confident messages into her brain, but it was inevitable. She was going to fall. And that she did. This would be the second time she would get her scales muddy this afternoon, and thus it would be the second time she had to take a quick shower! At least she kept her mouth closed this time.
  17. 3 points
    *post submitted for judging* Welp, why not join one of the competitions before heading back to Sweet Apple Acres? Big Mac had been watching the event from his place at the candy apple toss and decided he might be right good at it! The stallion trotted up to the registration table and was pleased to discover he wasn't too late to join in! Now it was almost his turn and he needed to get himself stretched. He watched the battles that went before him as he warmed himself up. That winged guy, Feng was it? He put on the quite the show. Staying out of the mud for longer than Mac would have thought possible, using a very cleaver technique. Then there was a grey stallion. This guy had tried a technique as well though it didn't seem quite as effective. Big Mac shrugged, they'd both given it their best shot in a contest that was certainly a test of strength and determination. "Big Mac?" He heard the announcer call. "You out there Big Mac?" "Yep!" He'd been watching so intently he didn't realize they had an opening for him to go next. "You good to go next?" Mac nodded to the sky blue pegasus. "Yep!" He trotted out towards his end of the rope, mentally going over what he had to do. He'd seen some techniques already but he had his own way of taking care of business. The red stallion reached down and gripped the rope with his teeth. He tossed part of the end over his withers and then gripped it firmly in his muzzle. "Three, Two, one, pull!" The announcer called as cheers rang out from the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle. The ponies of the other side of the mud pit wasted no time with the order and Mac felt the rope go taunt with a quick jerk! Tug, tug, tug... They hefted away in rapid succession and Mac felt the strain instantly in his neck and jaws. That wasn't good, those were not his strongest muscles. The stallion leaned back, intent on taking the strain where he was strongest. He had Apple family buckin' legs and that was where he'd get the strength he needed to hopefully outlast the other competitors. He dug his hind legs into the dirt, grinding them into place for purchase. From here he was able to rock with the pulls from the other side, at least for a little while. There were three well muscled ponies over there though and he knew he couldn't hold out too much longer. Mac sat back on his haunches as best he could with so much strain going forward. They were going to pull him forward but he was a lot to pull. Little by little he was dragged closer and closer to the mud bit. The stallion grunted with resistance, holding out as long as he could. He fixed his gaze on the ponies across from him, eyeing them with defiance. The lead pony raised a brow for a just a moment at the challenge. That bought him a couple extra seconds but then they retaliated with a tremendous tug! Spluck! Into the muddy muck went the farm horse. He landed face first and rolled over with a chuckle of good nature, breathing hard. "You had enough buddy?" One of the tugging ponies called over to him with a smile. "You put up quite a fight!" Big Mac nodded as he waded out of the mud. "Yep!"
  18. 2 points
    *this post submitted for judging* "Swim across a raging river that's probably infested with sharks, lined with the sharpest rocks, and colder than an iced tea on a freezing day in winter?" The Lord of Chaos stood at the entry area for the Iron Swimmer event. The old earth pony swimmer running the event nodded his head with an expressionless face. "Get myself across and back, then across again with no magic to enlisted the help of an army of goldfish and sea turtles?" Discord gasped, hardly able to comprehend any pony much less a draconequus such as himself could complete the challenge. The pony started walking away shaking his head. "But if I do make it I'll have a crowd cheering for me and probably a statue made in my name for my feat a bravery?" He cringed at the mention of a statue. "Well maybe not a statue... how about a sculpture of me made out of cupcakes? No no no... hmmm ah! A sculpture of me made out of pickles and jam! Yes that's it!" The pony he'd been conversing with was long gone but that mattered not to Discord. Neither did cheering crowds or sculptures. He'd do it just because he felt like it! Yes that was it! And maybe a little bit because Fluttershy might be watching. He blushed and tittered to himself while trotting towards the contestants area for the Iron Swimmer! "So," His brows dropped low over his eyes as he scoped out the challenge. And quite a challenge it was! "no magic, just moi!" Soon enough it was his turn. Discord moved towards the start line with an inflatable yellow duckie around his waist, a swim cap firmly in place over his head with his horns poking through, and a snorkel and mask strapped on tight! "Uh hem?" The earth pony judge moved in front. "Oh! None of this then?" He dropped the mask, snorkel, and cap. "Oh ok..." He shimmied out of the duckie and dropped it to the side. "You're no fun." He commented dryly before plunging into the river! The shock of the cold caused a gasp as he surfaced to suck in air. The draconequus struck out towards the opposite bank with well...tiny limbs. "Oh well now, this will never do!" It was all he could do to keep himself from using a bit of magic but no, he'd do this right! Focusing on his swimming the God of Chaos began to undulate his body in the fluid motion helping him to move through the water despite the current pulling him down river. He began to pant as he went, exerting all his strength to keep himself going. If that wasn't enough things were about to get worse! "This is proving why I use magic all the time." He grumbled while continuing onward. "Life's no fun without it." He rolled his eyes as an ominous shape moved towards him. A huge fish was coming right for him! He could see its spiked dorsal fin above the water and could only guess how many teeth went along with all those spikes. It shot towards him and Discord whipped the back half of his body to the side and out of the way. As the fish went by he lashed out with his tail and bonked the fish a good one right between the eyes. "You want some more?" Discord threw the challenge out, feeling better than he'd like to admit that he was getting through this all on his own. The fish receded down river and nurse his wound and probably prepare to assault another competitor. On he went and the other side of the river loomed near. Just as he was coming up on the place where he could push off to go back the way he came a bunch of branches came tumbling down the river! The draconequus launched himself up on the first large branch and then hopped along the others until he had touched the designated mark and headed back the other way. He entered the water with a splash as the branches and logs were carried away from him. "I can hardly wait to see what's next." He rolled his eyes and tried to keep his breathing even as he struck out for the side he had started from. As if on cue the river began to get rougher. Small waves turned into larger waves and soon Discord was being tossed around by large rollers that came from somewhere upstream. He was still being tugged by the current and for a few moments he floundered, letting the current do its thing. He gulped in a mouthful of water and gagged. "Well now this is just too much!" He turned and swam directly at the waves, ducking under them to keep from being washed away. Once he was back in line with the course Discord swam with the waves, using them to launch him towards the river's edge. He was there soon enough and starting his last leg! This last crossing would prove to be a test of all his mettle. The draconequus wished that he could snap his fingers and end up warm and sipping tea in his cottage in Chaosville but no, Fluttershy would just love to know he'd finished the course on his own. The pegasus thought so well of him though he'd failed her time and time again. He'd let her down and she'd stick by him and prove to him what friendship was. Yes Flutters was one in a million and he'd do his darndest to make her proud of him! He swam as hard as he could, using the rest of his energy to get the finish line within his reach! Then the water in front of him began to light up! "What now?" Discord grumbled and ducked below the surface to take a quick look. "Oh isn't this a pleasant surprise. What river race would be complete without a wall of electric eels?" The eels pulsed with electricity in rhythm and this gave Discord and idea! He gulped in a huge breath of air and dove down! To his surprise the current lessened in the deeper part of the river. He waited, watching the eels swimming back and forth. He'd have to time this just right. One, two, three...now! He struck out swimming in the same undulating style that had helped him thus far in the challenge. Under the eels he went as their pulse turned off and moments later back on. He surfaced and yelled out. "Yowch!" The electric current got him just on the tip of his tail! "That's bad form you know?" He complained while climbing up and out of the river. The draconequus was still rubbing his rear when he crossed the finish line. The cheering crowds snapped him to attention and he began smiling and applauding his performance. "Yes yes, I know," He grinned. "I'm amazing!"
  19. 2 points
    *Submitted for Judging* For the second time during this event, Feng Yinhaitao was facing the challenge of competitive food delivery. Unlike the obstacle course, however, this event was focused more on endurance than finesse. As for the foodstuffs themselves... *What even are these?* The longma poked at the canvas sack of potatoes, frowning at the rustling of the tubers. The plant was not native to the eastern continent, and did not feature in its cuisine. Growing up as a mountain villager, Feng had of course been raised on a plain vegetable and wheat-noodle heavy diet, but his current life in the Imperial Palace had an undeniable sophisticating effect on his palate. Being friends with the chief cook didn't hurt either in that respect. The loud whump of the previous competitor hitting the turf woke the longma from his reverie. It was time for him to ready himself. He hoped his body was up for it, after having given his all in six previous events already. But what sort of Imperial Watcher would he be if he couldn't push himself to the very limit for Empress and Empire? Glory wasn't going to be won by sitting around! Huffing out a misty breath to cool himself, Feng shouldered his burden, and trotted to the start line. Bit a tricky job to balance the load, but it didn't seem too onerous a burden... "Next up, Feng Yinhaitao! Ready, set, go!" And he was off! Not at top gallop, obviously, but at a respectable speed, nonetheless. For the first fifty yards, in fact, Feng felt that he had to actively hold himself back to keep from tuckering out prematurely. *Pacing, remember, pacing. Don't blow away your energy all at once, now...* This self-discipline was almost as heavy a burden as the potatoes, which past the one-quarter mark of the dash, began to feel heavier and heavier with every step. Each time Feng's hooves hit the ground, it was as if one more small redskin potato was added to his sack. Eventually, as he began to approach the flag marking the halfway-point, these all began to add up. *Think of the Empress, Feng, think of the Empress. She wouldn't have you quit halfway. You can do this, she believed in you, remember?* It was this self-same refrain which he'd summoned when things had gotten tough before, and as he rounded the flagpole, he felt his mind returning to it again, as the soreness crept up his hooves, and the burden weighed ever-heavier down upon his back. Neither process held up during the second leg; the pain and the load seemed to increase at a steady pace, wearing down further and further upon the longma. Sweat condensed like morning dew upon his brow, dripping into his eyes and stinging. He blinked, repeatedly, trying to hold on to a mental picture of Yu Yue to counter-act all the nerves in his body screaming at him to stop this madness. By the time he was half way back to the starting line, the mental exercise was becoming too taxing for him to keep up. It was all he could do to have his brain keep telling his hooves to take one more step, let alone keep a competitive pace! Saltwater-stung eyes desperately searched for an energizing sight, and found... Yanhua. His friend, who had accompanied him across the sea and never failed to cheer him on. That was enough for a few more steps. The Imperial cook, who could no doubt turn these dubious tubers into a dish worthy of royalty. That was enough for a few more steps. A mare who he should probably carve out a bit of time out to thank properly for her support. Another few steps. Tasty potato dishes. Good friend. The thoughts alternated, each pushing his left and right hooves in tandem until he finally made it back to the finish line. He didn't collapse immediately; he had in fact almost forgotten it was an athletic event at all. His thoughts had been so narrow focused that Feng practically convinced himself that this was a potato delivery to the Imperial Kitchen, hence why he allowed his momentum to carry him almost to the bleachers before he face-planted in front of the one containing the Qilin. "Thefe fur oo, Yawah." He muttered from the dirt.
  20. 2 points
    Feng took a seat in front of Tempest, indicating he was ready to listen and speak as long as she needed him to. "You're welcome!" He replied to her unpracticed gratitude, in a tone that indicated frequent and easy use of the expression. Besides that, though, he was quiet enough to let her speak, and what was perhaps more important, struggle through the choking silences. Getting up only to fetch two cups of water, he gave one to the mare and sipped on his own before speaking. "I see you view your past like I view my ancestors." He said at last. "I left my home village very far behind, hoping to escape from their legacy of failure. But wherever I was, there was always one longma who knew who they were and how likely I was to end up like them." His muzzle curled into a somewhat ironic smile. "I could hardly leave myself behind, you see. And thus I could not escape my past, there was no option but to wrestle with it. And maybe, perhaps, come to a peace with it at last. I cannot say that I have, though, yet." It was about here that Feng noticed another unicorn mare approaching, one which unbeknownst to the pair of them, could probably speak quite eloquently to the subject at hoof as well. In any case, sighing a bit internally at the loss of privacy, the Watcher greeted the oncoming Sunset with as much politeness as he could. "And I suppose you could sympathize as well? It is a hard thing to have one's past as an enemy, yes?"
  21. 2 points
    It seemed to be going well! Oisin couldn't help but wiggle that tufty little tail of his in excitement at the positive response he'd garnered from the Empress, that practice paid off greatly and the King brought his wings to his side as he watched the Longma curiously. Although despite his knowledge of 'courtly love' and all those kind gestures one should show ladies, the counter-compliment and the subtleties of shade had been entirely lost on the completely blunt and slightly naive buck as he blinked his purple-green eyes a moment or two at her comment on his future wife and he couldn't help but look just a touch bashful at that. Ears flopped back and a small nervous smile etching just a bit at the corners of his mouth that made his tiny fangs. Future Queen, oh boy that was a thing and a half wasn't it? One day he would either be betrothed to or meet the doe of his dreams, praise them in courtly love, show them the treasures of his beautiful natural kingdom and just...gah! The thoughts alone made it hard not to do the tiniest little happy flaps of those sparkly wings of his as he chortled happily, completely lost on the hints of the Dragon's Daughter and taking it purely at face value. "But ofcourse!" He exclaimed happily. "To treat every maiden with grace and adoration is the way a true courtly gentlebuck should act! And whoever my future Queen shall be shall know every morning and every night that they are beauty to challenge even the most vibrant field of wild blooms!" Even though he was very proud of himself and excited to put those self learned charms into practice, he'd made it clear that maybe his learning of how exactly to treat ladies may have not been one hundred percent accurate to what acting properly in a social situation might have been. Oh dear. However as the mention of his father came about, Oisin perked up and he took a deep breath to sort himself out, frivolity later Oisin, you learnt this. Be a good King. He nodded towards Yuè a slightly more level headed expression. "My father, Tiarnán has stepped down as King due to...an injury of the antler, it is a grievous situation for our kind so he has retired from the throne, as the Crown Prince it is my duty to take the mantle." There was confidence there, but it was a facade, he was at his core nervous of this place, these people, he was so new to this and so terribly afraid of messing up and making his people suffer because of it. But he never let it make him falter. "But I fear I am in the same boat as you, great Empress, I share very little knowledge of the kingdoms and empires outside of the Velvet Strand so have been advised to visit and increase relations between the Perytons and other creatures of this world. T'is why I come here before you today!"
  22. 2 points
    So then it appears the official characters being used are: GoldenDaze: Ali dragonofruin: Sombra SteelEagle: Abby Rainbowfoxxy: Flutterbutt tacobob: Fire Walker An interesting mix for sure!
  23. 2 points
    After idly reading one errant newspaper, as his decision to even read the Equestrian news was sporadic at best, the mention of animals disappearing from the White Tail Woods had somewhat caught King Sombra's attention one morning. Animals, disappearing? It sounded unusual, especially for Equestria. The country was largely peaceful, ponies had no reason to hunt animals when they were herbivores (and possibly even opposed to animal pelts or leather as far as he knew), so why were the animals dwindling, and in White Tail Woods specifically? Perhaps he was bored enough with his general life around the castle (Princess Celestia excluded), that he wanted to find out why, as eager as he was to collect more knowledge about this land he just might rule. After a few idle inquiries, from both his princess and a few of the guard, he gathered a few of what he considered just might be rumors they'd heard from others. Something about a large dark shape seen lurking about the woods, or a great dark shadow of some sort going after the animals.. There were a few others, but one thing seemed to be common among them: something big. It piqued his curiosity. If he really thought about it, it might not be what he thought it would be, but who really knew? Nopony, apparently, and definitely not him. Sombra wanted to be certain, though, in the slim chance it might be something deserving his attention. So, with a few small things of importance gathered and tucked away in a pair of saddlebags and a plainer dark green cape in place, the king set out, taking the train from Canterlot to the small White Tail Woods train station, where he'd heard ponies came to camp and enjoy the scenery. It took a few hours from the capital, but he soon arrived and stepped off of the platform with long, confident strides. The forest stretched out ahead of him, vibrant and green even in what little light remained. The canopy cast thick shadows, interlaced with fading rays of light from the setting sun. It looked to be a lovely place, and the scents of nature were thick, all around him. The tall, dark stallion breathed it in and moved towards it, though he paused when something began to register in his view. The shape of a pony. His approach slowed to a halt and he eyed their back, wondering why they were just sitting there, alone before the woods. Waiting on somepony? Or.. afraid of the rumors? Sombra quietly scoffed. He wasn't sure if he should bother saying hello.
  24. 2 points
    *Submitted for judging* Thunderhoof figured this event would be a good way to get a little exercise. He didn't figure a sack of potatoes would be much of a challenge to him, but any exercise was always good idea. Needed to keep in shape to pull the Caravan. He stretched his hunches, and cracked his neck. This was going to be a piece of cake. He trotted up to the signup booth, when he realised there was one problem. "Hello, and welcome to the 'Longest Yards' competition of the Iron Pony. Name, please?" Thunderhoof frowned. Normally, he'd have his best friend Stage with him, and he could talk for him, but this time, he was alone. His friends could understand his hoof scratches, but it was a special code Stage Lights helped him make. Most ponies won't understand him. He thought for a minute. "We need a name, sir, if you want to compete...." The pony at the booth was being patient, but Hoof was taking a lot of time. He pointed at the scar on his neck and gave him a "sorry" look. "Oh, I see. Um...." Hoof held up a hoof and waved it. "I'm sorry, I don't understa-" He stomped it on the ground, shaking the booth, sounding like thunder. "Wow!" he exclaimed "It's like thunde- Oh! I remember you! You competed at the obstacle course! Thunderhoof, right?" He smiled and nodded. "Alright, just be ready when they announce your name." Hoof nodded in acknowledgement, and made his way to wait by the others waiting their turn. He watched as the other competitors did their rounds. He recognized Thunderlane from the wonderbolts, and he watched intently as he took on the challenge. He always admired Thunderlane's tenacity and endurance. He was one of his favourite Wonderbolts, after all. He watched as he shifted the weight of the pack to give himself a better edge. At first, he didn't realise that was what he was doing, but when he did it again, he could see him get a boost to his stamina. He smiled. He certainly wasn't clever enough to come up with something like that, but he could definitely understand Thunderlane being that smart. He wondered if he should come up with a strategy, but sighed soundlessly to himself. He didn't feel like he was that clever. He didn't do strategy. Mostly just pure brute strength. And sometimes a little finesse, when it counted. While he stood musing, he heard his name called. "Next up is Thunderhoof!" The announcer called. Hoof took one last deep breath and walked casually up to the starting line. The ponies with the pack came up, but they paused. Thunderhoof was so tall, they couldn't figure out how to reach over him to attach the sack. He gestured with his head to say that it was alright if they jumped on his back. One of them jumped up, and the other hoofed over the sack. It was laying on his back, but the ponies couldn't reach the straps around the big stallion. This sack was not made to go on somepony of Thunderhoof's stature. Hoof pointed to his neck. "But... Your scar..." the pony questioned Hoof shrugged. It's never really bothered him before. He always pulls the Caravan with a yoke on his neck, so this shouldn't be any worse. It just looks bad. It's an old scar. The pony on his back scooted the weight up his neck, and attached it there. He had to tighten it to a relatively small size, but it sat snug without choking him. Then the pony jumped down and started whispering something to the other about Thunderhoof's sheer size. He got that a lot. He frowned slightly. He may be big, and he is pretty strong, but he's really not scary. He decided a smile should help them feel better, and tried to emulate one of Flaire's warm smiles he gives everypony. They smiled back and waved as they left. Hoof heaved the weight on his neck a little. It was different when the weight is pulling down on his neck instead of holding back for him to push forward. He noted how it ruined his sense of balance, but there wasn't much he could do about that. He wondered how that Thunderlane would've dealt with this problem. but before he could think of anything, the announcer called "On your mark! Get set, Go!" Hoof started running, and almost face-planted from the imbalance the weight gave him, but he corrected, and started running just a bit slower. It seemed this was going to more about balance than strength, for him. He wasn't the best at balancing, but he could manage. He realised as he ran that even tho he had to lessen his pace he still moved faster than most because of his big long legs. But, the weight being on his neck, he also noticed his front hooves were tiring much faster than his haunches. He remembered what he'd seen the other contestant do. But how could he shift the weight? It was tied to his neck. Just then, he came up to the turnaround. He wasn't paying enough attention and nearly ran into a fence. He lifted his head to miss the fence and felt the weight shift a little on his hooves. This gave him an idea. He turned around and ran back, but this time, he held his head as far back as he could reach it. He didn't think about how weird it might look. Also, it kinda backfired. Holding his head up like that used a lot of muscle. He ran awkwardly unable to see where he was going with his head up. When he reached the end, he only knew because he heard the pony standing there let out a yelp as he barreled toward him. He skidded to a halt just shy of the finish line, put his head back down, and stepped gently over the line. Then he collapsed on the ground with a thunderous W H U M P ! His legs weren't too bad, but his neck was sore. So, so sore. He should not have tried that strategy. He felt like he probably made good time, but he was going to regret it for... probably a week. He pouted silently to himself Stage won't be happy when he can't pull the Caravan, tomorrow. His neck hurt too much.
  25. 2 points
    *Submitted for Judging* "Ali, you got this." Those words rung in Alizarin's ears as she took a nervous breath, staring at the last competitor as he finished. He looked absolutely dead, and that made Ali's little heart thump. Hard. This was Alizarin Fruits, though. She was never ever nervous about something as silly as this. If this even was silly. Her short legs itched with anticipation. Her mind raced with the thought of being crushed by these potatoes. "Hey- chin up. You've carried millions and millions of carts full of fruits, Al. You'll be okay." "I ain't nervous, Golden. I'm fine," Ali hissed. Her friend was just trying to keep her positive, but Ali was too sucked up in her head. It was too late now to worry more though, as she walked forward to get the pile of potatoes put on her back. The potatoes were heavy, but surprisingly lighter than she thought. She knew running with these on her back though was going to be very frustrating. The rope was tight around her waste, and was kind of uncomfortable. Ali would deal with it though. The little mare made her way to the starting line, keeping her eyes on the flag as it hung loose in the wind. "Down the course, around the-" "Yeah, I know, I heard," she snapped at the pony, as she was concentrating hard on the flag. Her back was already tired from the bag of potatoes, but it was too late to back out as the pony yelled a firm 'go'! The little mare's legs immediately kicked out, leaping her out quickly onto the course. Her strides were small, but her little legs could kick out fast. She kept her sharp gaze on the flag as she raced down the long course, and it honestly felt like a mile. Ali was doing fine too, until the bag crossed her mind and she focused on how heavy it was. Her legs were on fire, and she really wanted to walk. If Ali wasn't the most stubborn pony to ever exist, she would've quit right there, and she wasn't even at the flag yet! The bag wouldn't get out of her mind, as the weight shifted left and right, over and over again. It was like a pattern, and it was really bothering her. So, the little mare started leaning forward, keeping the bag on the top of her back and right in the middle so it wouldn't stick to one side. It actually worked, but it grew more tiresome. Her short little legs kept kicking though, as her body produced an enormous amount of sweat. The sweat pooled down her forehead. She could probably swim in it. Her mane was drenched and stuck to her head, as her muscles ached from the weight. Her little hooves became a little slower. They felt like they were tingling, like little flies were in her legs flying around. At last she reached the flag pole, bringing herself to make a complete U-turn. She took this time to catch her breath, and she began kicking her front legs again as they were before. The farm pony was stronger than she anticipated, as she guessed working in the field helped her out a little. She also guessed being an earth pony made her a little stronger too. Good thing. Sadly though, she found herself breathing even harder, like the wind took her breath away, as her body seemed to become extremely exhausted. She felt slow, and tired, and she just wanted this non sense to be done with. Her mind raced. The sun seemed to be hotter than it was, she felt sticky and gross, and her back was killing her. Everything ached, and she wanted to quit. Something in her though burned with passion, as she finally looked up from the course to see her hopeful golden Pegasus buddy. The smile on her cute face was unbelievable, and with a glint in her sea green eyes, Ali knew she could push through. Her heart raced again, as she kicked her forelegs out longer and harder, pushing her little body down the last 30 meters. She wanted to use the majority of her back legs too, as bucking trees almost everyday sure seemed to keep the muscles in there nice and large. The wind was thick in her mane as she reached over the finish line, tumbling onto the ground from absolute exhaustion. Ali felt numb, like she didn't even have a body. Breathing long and hard, her pack of potatoes was removed and she found herself standing up with very shaky legs. Ali really felt a million times lighter, as her wobbly legs moved her little body next to Golden Daze. "I'm about to amputate mah legs." "Oh, Als. You're being dramatic! I'm sure it's not that bad." Ali's glare was fiercer than a lion's. That's when Daze shut her trap and looked away from fear.
  26. 2 points
    *This post submitted for judging* "OK now, you got this Thunderlane!" The pegasus worked on physicking himself up for his soon and coming Longest Yards run. "Time to show em' you got what it takes on sky tracks and on the field!" It didn't matter where he was, Thunderlane would give whatever he set himself to his very best effort! Sweat beaded on his brow as he took his place at the start line and the stallion found himself staring down the course. His eyes bugged a bit as the ponies charged with running the event helped to get the potato pack in place. It was a heavy green sack, bound over top of his wings and secured with a strap that went under his belly not unlike a saddle girth. "There you go bub! Uh..." the help pony glanced at what he'd just helped strap to Thunderlane's back and stammered. "G-good luck out there!" Even the help poines felt bad to strap so much weight on one single pony! Sure it was heavy but Thunderlane could put the extra weight out of his mind for now. He could feel strength coursing through his legs, back, and neck. The stallion was glad he had done training specifically for this event as of late. Yes he'd still been giving it his all around the flight poles at the Wonderbolts facility but he'd also been hitting the team gym harder than usual the last couple of months. So much so that some of the other 'Bolts had started jesting with him about bulking up to attract the mares. He snickered when he noted how he'd 'forgotten' to mention he might have been doing it for the stallions too. Either way he was pretty much bulked up as much as he'd ever been and right now he was thankful for that! "Down the course, around the flag, and back over this line," The course keeper nodded to the chalk line they were standing behind. "Got it?" Thunderlane nodded, narrowing his eyes on the flag the flapped lazily on the breeze 100 yards away. "Got it." He spoke out of the side of his muzzle, concentrating on the task ahead. "Ready, set..." Thunderlane sucked in a breath. "Go!" The stallion reared up and was off! The rear shifted his weight and thus the bulk of the potato pack back a bit, so he could use the power in his hind legs to propel him and the potatoes forward. He could feel his wings instinctively trying to open under the pack and forced them down against his body. There'd be no flying in this event, no wings needed. His hind legs took the extra weight and boosted him forward, kicking up quite the dust cloud around him as he thundered down the first 100 yards. The pegasus' gate was not his usual ground eating gallop. It was more of a lumbering canter. His hind legs kicking off the ground hard in canter fashion and his forelegs reaching as far as they could to cover ground. The gait was slightly odd to look at but certainly helped him to cover yards quickly and disperse the weight of his potato load throughout the larger muscles of his body. The flag appeared before him, less than 25 yards off when he began to blow air. His muscles began to produce lactic acid and he could feel the burn all over! He'd been here before, this was the first wall and he would smash through it! His brows lowered as he grit his teeth and blew hard through his nostrils. He came upon the flag and the pony watching to make sure contestants rounded the pole. Thunderlane charged forward to make his u-turn when he thought he saw a familiar pony in the cheering crowds. Was that his brother Rumble? He couldn't be sure but just the thought of Rumble powered him forward! He'd spent lots of time telling his younger brother how important it was to find what one really wanted and to strive for it. This was one of those times. Thunderlane loved to push himself physically and this was the perfect opportunity to do so! A few moments later the flag was behind him, his hoof prints marking the completed turn around the pole. He now focused on the pony at the line 100 yards away. The pegasus shifted his weight again, moving to center the pack's weight as best he could. His large muscles were burning and it was time to shift to the smaller ones. He used his chest muscles now to pull him towards the finish, making large steps with his forelegs. His gait shifted to a trot and he grit his teeth in the effort of moving on under his burden. The closer he got to the finish line the lower the stallion got to the ground. The weight of the pack was slowly overwhelming him but he wouldn't let that stop him, not until the finish line was in his rear view. On he went, focusing on his back muscles to help him carry the weight effectively. The method of switching muscle groups had worked thus far but now with the finish line only 20 yards away the stallion began to flag. It was the second wall and a whole lot tougher than the first! Sweat poured down his face and flanks but still he hefted himself on. Dust entered his muzzle as he took to breathing through his nostrils and mouth. He ducked his head slightly, focusing all his remaining strength on getting him over that line. It was only ten steps away now! With a final concerted effort he lunged over the line and walked a couple more steps before standing shakily until the helper ponies had removed his pack. Once it was gone he felt like he was floating! "Well, I guess that's that!" He smiled to himself while wiping the sweat and dust from his brow. Now he just had to wait for his completion time to see if he would join the ranks of the Iron Ponies!
  27. 2 points
    Name: Cynhra Sex: Female Age: Young Doe Species: Peryton Eye Color: Magenta Character Color: She is primarily a reddish-orange in color, though it fades into a golden color on her legs, muzzle, and the tips of her wings. Her horns are a golden color just like her brother. Mane/Tail: As a peryton, she doesn’t have a mane to speak of, but her tail is simply the tail one would expect, with the red-orange on top and the yellow on the bottom. Physique: She does not really have all that impressive of a physique, though it is lithe in a way that shows her enjoyment of dancing. She is about as tall as usual for one of her age. Residence: The Emerald Grove with her brother. Occupation: As the princess of the land, she is technically jobless, but she uses her time as a painter and dancer for the most part. Cutie Mark: N/A Unique Abilities: On top of the magic typical of her race, she has found that she has the ability to conjure small amounts of illusory flames, though it only seems to happen while she’s dancing. History: Cynhra was actually born on the same day as her brother, separated by a matter of minutes. Still though, Oisin was born first and was therefore the heir. Being so close in age allowed her to attend the same lessons as her brother, however, and those teachings helped mold her into what she became. She took to dancing at a young age, more than happy to show off her graceful movements to anyone who would watch, including any guests that may visit her home. One thing she shared with her brother growing up was a love of fantasy, and so often joined him in his re-enactments. Being how she was, both a literal princess and one as full of grace as she, she often ended up playing the part of the princess. She even kissed him on the cheek sometimes when he ‘saved’ her, mostly to mess with him. When Oisin’s fangs emerged, she thought they looked nice, like they helped complete his look, and so she would help defend him against the teasing from the others. She could see what it was doing to him, and she understood this was not fun teasing for him. As she grew older, her grace and coordination only grew, allowing her to dance even more beautifully. She even took up painting, despite how messy it could be, and sometimes poetry. She simply found herself drawn towards artistic pursuits, even as Oisin was crowned the new king. Well, she would still be there by his side, she knew how much help he needed after all. Personality: Cynhra is an odd case, really. She is very friendly, but in a sort of arrogant way. In trying to compliment someone, she may qualify the statement by comparing it as lesser to what she or another peryton would be able to do. Still though, she tries, and she does enjoy making friends. She is very passionate about the arts, wether it be dancing, acting, or otherwise. While she partially performs in order to show off, she will also do private shows to help someone improve in their own efforts. After all, every step closer to her level was another step closer to perfection, it would be greedy to hog all the perfection for herself. Summary: An arrogantly friendly peryton princess, she does her best to continue using her gifts while supporting her twin brother as he runs the kingdom.
  28. 2 points
    The RP should begin sometime this weekend ^^ I’ll link it to y’all when it’s done!
  29. 2 points
    Can' t wait to go camping, right Fluttershy?
  30. 2 points
    Hi again Ok I've been thinking this through... At first I was going to put my Zecora up but then I decided my Fluttershy would be quite fun to RP in this sort of setting. She's got a great motive after all. "Oh oh oh, I just can't stand the thought of all those poor creatures being snatched from their homes!" It would be a great learning experience for her and help her work on standing up for herself and for the causes she lives by. Plus, I'd love to see her try to interact with other ponies on this thread. "Of course if you'd rather have a magical zebra around, I'm such ol' Zecora could also be found."
  31. 2 points
    Oh look, another OOC thread by me. In case you don't know already, I've recently apped Sunset Shimmer. The thing with her is that while she'll pop by Ponyville occasionally to speak at the local School of Friendship, she spends the vast majority of her time in a place not found on any map in the Known World, heh heh. Therefore, for the most part, I'm primarily interested in establishing past acquaintanceships and family connections for my fiery unicorn in this OOC thread. Note that with due to the nature of Sunset's past, she wouldn't have closely bonded with the vast majority of ponies from her past. As a matter of fact, there would be a good probability of them not being fondly remembered at all. That being said, let's get this ball rolling: ----------- Family Members - Mom and Dad must be Hope Hollow residents, although distant relations might live elsewhere. Sunset has bitter memories of her parents, so don't expect a warm relationship to start with. Residents of Hope Hollow - With only a couple possible exceptions, Sunset Shimmer won't have fond memories of her fellow townsponies either, especially those from her own age group. Any character who was introduced in the Rainbow Roadtrip special is fair game, so I strongly suggest watching it first. The more Hope Hollow ponies that get apped, the more likely that Sunset will end up making a return trip to her forgotten hometown one day. Faculty & Graduates of the School for Gifted Unicorns - Sunset Shimmer will have more agnostic feelings towards those she met during her time as Princess Celestia's prized pupil. Any magic school student intended to be slightly older than Twilight Sparkle is eligible for this category. Note that while Sunset never made any friends at Celestia's School, she never became a bully until after she dropped out and abandoned Equestria, so keep that in mind. Those With Crushes on Sunset - While theoretically anypony from Sunset's past who's of the same age can fit this role, all characters who reside in Ponyville, the School of Friendship, or Canterlot (but mainly the first two places) are welcome to develop feelings for this mystery mare. Be warned: your character WILL get shot down in flames if they attempt to ask her out, so this option is only recommended for those who like putting their characters through romantic misery. Ex-Antagonists - Lastly, I think it would be nice to have Sunset Shimmer bond with other peeps who were once villains before being redeemed. No matter which world they hail from, troubled souls who manage to cast off the Darkness deserve some affection.
  32. 2 points
    King Oisin had been the monarch of the Velvet Strand for less than a lunar cycle. He had been rushed through his courtly duties, his mock coronation, his lessons on the surrounding lands and nations beyond the Nimbusgait Lakes. And despite the confidence he strode with, there was always that slight awkward gait of a young buck that was trying to keep too much on his mind level whilst also trying not to get too excited by all the different things he was told he would learn in these 'diplomatic visits to other leaders'. Granted his kingdom was small, minute even, but he was still royalty and it was his duty to extend a dainty cervine hoof in friendship to heads of state. At least that's what his father's advisers had said. So, dressed in the royal treasures, groomed and fluffed and made presentable - he was soon made haste towards one of the notable kingdoms - or in this case, empires. The Peryton was not sure what to make of it at first. Having grown in the Emerald Grove, a bastion of natural beauty, flowers, plants and all that - he was not ready for the bustling streets, the ornamental buildings, rich silks and accoutrements that these ponies and longma were used to, it was more than a far cry from his rustic home and throne room, the pond he and his parents would sit by, but he was told that he'd encounter this and he would just have to silently observe. And try not to wince at the potted plants or fenced in decorative trees that were given barely any room to grow, which was a trial in its own right. But he was also in a new place and his excitement was more than obvious, despite his impressive rack of antlers and the crown upon his head - he was still young, impressionable and more than a little titillated at the idea of meeting new creatures. Not many longma visited the Velvet Strand! At least none he'd met personally or seen, he wondered if this Empress Yuè had been to his home? Maybe he should extend an invitation whilst he was here? Once brought into the dazzling and downright near blinding throne room, with its grand golden treasures and pearlescent marble steps which made Oisin's minor treasures feel miniscule in comparison, he took a deep breath and approached the Dragon Throne with his intended 'future ally' as he had non so chalantly put it with some of the elder advisers and some of the entourage before he left, trying to compose himself internally and externally with some form of composure and regality. Striding smoothly, head aloft and a friendly smile that curled over his little fangs as he tucked his partly glittering wings to his frame as he finally set eyes on the 'Heavenly Daughter of the Dragons'. Goodness she was pretty wasn't she? He hadn't prepared the boiling parts of his brain that were still addled with the awkwardness of adolescence for that scenario of the Empress being a lovely, granted no Peryton doe but by all means and circumstances still lovely. Oh well, at least it made his greeting speech more pleasantly accurate though! Clearing his throat as he stood at the bottom of the stairs he stooped to a graceful bow, his wings outstretched. "O' Radiant treasure of Huangjing, I - King Oisin of the Velvet Strand, son of the Emerald Grove - do hereby offer my most humble of greetings upon my visitations," Maybe a bit too formal, but he did have to prepare himself and stood up as he looked to the Empress. "The stories of your beauty do not do you any favors compared to seeing you in person, o' Empress, I might even say you rival the sparkle of the diamond stars upon the crystal waters of Cirrus Lake back at my home."
  33. 2 points
    Dragonofruin: Sombra seems pretty awesome to RP with 👀 Tacobob: She seems perfect for the job! SteelEagle: I love all of those possible ideas. I think my grumpy farm pony would have cool interactions with AJ (I agree with best pony) or Apple Bloom. Ali isn’t normally open to those who have similar jobs as her. She’s very closed off haha. Pathfinder also seems awesome. I’ll leave it to you to decide who to choose ^^ Szalhi: You do have some awesome characters ^^
  34. 2 points
    Ooooo all tasty choices, I'd love to see how Oisin bounces off all of them, especially Princess Cadence and poor Empress Yue. <xD Those all sound fantastic! And it's up to you, I'm not forcing you to - but if you have an idea I'd love to hear it.
  35. 2 points
    -SUBMITTED FOR JUDGING- "Hmmmm...." a baritone mutter could be heard as a certain latecomer approached the competition area. "...I suppose this can be as good way as any to judge fruitfulness of my training...." Swift Squall - for it was him - mumbled to himself. Disappearing for three whole months, leaving only the most bare-bones of instructions the noblepony embarked to places unknown, once again propelled by desire to surpass his chosen rival, Sigrun Askr. What kind of hellish exercises he gone through was a mystery, but a tattered clothing, band aid on his cheek and disheveled looks could give those who knew him well some ideas. "......I guess it would be unfair to attempt this while geared...." Squall mused while he to approached the rope. And so a pair of sheathed longswords hit the ground. Followed by six spellsabers, four daggers, dozen of chakrams, three dozen of throwing knives, two small thwoing axes, kusari-gama, collapsible spear.... The eyes of both rope pulling team on other side of mud pit and the referee has steadily gone wider and wider as the pile of weaponry grew to one that could supply the armed assault on Canterlot Castle. After a while , sword-stallion managed to empty the armory in his pockets and proceeded to flung away his longcoat....which in itself landed with ground sinking 'THUD'. "Alright then...I am up." the stallion said as he put the rope between his legs in specific way. It was a trick that Squall learned back in his pirate-hunting days, when he often wrestled with buntline on his lonesome - a grip with optimal amount of pulling power while making minimal strain. But this was not the main reason why he risked abrasions by allowing the rope to hug him so tightly..... "Hwooooooo........" Swift audibly expelled air from his lungs as a ref pony managed to get himself together "Errr..R-Right. Next Contestant Swift Squall!" "Haaaaaa......" the orange stallion took a breath depth, apparently unfocused on everything but his own breathing. "....3...!" "Hoooooooooo........" exhale. "....2...!" "Haaaaaaaa......" inhale. Those with an eagle like sight could see that the end of the rope that Swift was holding started to vibrate, with the wave moving toward the trio on the other side. "....1...!?" Now even referee could see what was happening and he gave the assisting unicorn mare a quick look. A confused shrug was all he got as an answer. Whatever the noblepony was doing, it wasn't magic. "...BEGIN!" At this point a sharp yank from the three ponies should ensue. Instead what happened was disorganized pull, that failed to do the job. Somehow, by imparting the rope with a rhythm through his breathing technique, Swift was able to disturb the rhythm of his opponents. Apparently however it took all of noblponyy attention. Through he dug his heels, and locked his joints, he didn't appeared to make any pulls himself. Even his eyes were closed! What followed was truly bizarre spectacle, where three ponies pulled in disorganized matter against a stallion that provided "no resistance". For Swift, the real struggle was emptying his head from unnecessary thoughts as he focused on his breathing. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..... I wonder..... Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..... She must be mad at me...... Inhale, exhale ,inhale,exhale..... I should at least write..... The weird vibrations that the rope was going seemed to lessen. The Rope pullers clearly felt it too, as their tugs become more organized, more well-oiled.... The Squall realized that too, but the opposing team pulls interfered with his inhales, and his attempts to calm himself backfired as unicorn's thoughts Wandered towards the wedding.... Just like that Swifts breathing rhythm was broken. SPLOSH! Business-stallion was at last dragged into the mud with a final sharp yank. The noblepolny was submerged whole, lingering in the mud for few seconds before emerging. It was clear he wasn't all pleased with his performance. "I messed up." Squall thought as he cleaned himself with the quick spell. It seemed that he still had a while to go before he perfects the skills he learned during this three months....
  36. 2 points
    (just gonna snap back and forth in time for a brief moment to complete conversations ) Pinkie received the head pat from Pathfinder with a trademark eyed bugged giant grin. She'd always been a fan of Pathfinder and her antics, finding a kindred spirit in the go get em' nature that Pathy had in spades. Plus she always had stories of adventures. Crazy out there stories that were right up Ponk's alley! "OOOooooo, secret training grounds! Sure does sound top secret! Maybe me and you can go investigate that sometime!" She nudged the mare fondly. "Okie dokie Pathy Wathy! See you around I'm sure!" With that she bounced off in search of more ponies to meet and greet. ---- As she went she noticed quite a few ponies make odd faces when she came near. She giggled, it was probably her amazing amounts of energy and her winning personality! Some ponies could be so shy! Yep she's need to make sure to say hi to that purple unicorn and that spotted pony. They both looked like they could use another friend! Soon she found herself in conversation with a super nice mare named Sea Salt! "Oh wow! You've got fish as pets huh? What kind of fish?" As she spoke Gummy blinked up at their newest friend. He slowly reached a claw out towards Finnie. "Wow, he hardly ever does that!" Pinkie watched in fascination as her gator reached for the light blue mare. "Looks like Gummy wants to come on over your way! You mind a passenger for a couple minutes?" She smiled broadly as the pegasus spoke of the cloud diving event. "Well that explains the water then! Fish as pets and the diving event. Something tells me you like the water!" Finnie was super nice and Pinkie felt happy to be making a new friend! She did notice another pony not far away with a scowl on her face. Perhaps Finnie knew her? "Is that mare," She nodded in Ali's direction. "a friend of yours? She looks kinda down..." ---- Thorax smiled back at the young dragon as she spoke of more dragony types of exploits. "Yes you're right Smolder. I'd love to see you in a lava surfing competition! I'm sure they have those in the dragon lands. Must be quite the sight! Perhaps if they had a shape shifting competition I'd be making the record books too!" He sighed. "But the barrel weave will have to do for now!" Soon Thorax found himself wandering back towards the area Pinkie was in. She was talking to a blue pegasus and Gummy was doing his best at being the center of attention. Thorax smiled, these pony folk were always the interesting lot!
  37. 2 points
    *pushes his sharkpone king towards her*
  38. 2 points
    Submitted for Judging "Weeeeee!" Pinkie bounced about in the main customer section of Sugar Cube Corner. "It's alllllmost time!" She got down low and crawled until she was right in front of Gummy. The Ponk wagged her tail with excitement. "My favoritest of favorite Iron Pony events is tomorrow!" Gummy blinked his eyes one after the other, his mouth opening an then shutting once. "Ha ha! Silly!" She popped up and glanced at the stacks upon stacks of cupcake trays that could just barely be seen in the kitchen. "The cupcake eating contest is my favorite to get ready for! The Super Sure Shot Sniping Session is my favorite event to compete in!" Gummy blinked again. "Oh Gummy! Of course I have my super special secret silly surprise shot ready to go! I made them weeks ago!" She zipped up to her room and then zipped back down in a flash. "See! Just like party cannon balls but smaller." She held out a small hoof full of what looked like marbles with colored glass at the center. "Oops!" One of them dropped from her hoof and hit the ground... SQEEEAK!! A shrill squealing noise followed by a puff of confetti appeared. Where the shot hit the ground there was now the imprint of a smiling pony's face. She reached down and quickly rubbed away the mark. "I'm not sure the Cake's would really like my marks all over the floor..." She stood and smiled. "But they are pretty amazing don't you think Gummy? Plus they fade away on their own after a while." Another blink. Pinkie disappeared into her room to finish fine tuning her skills for the competition in the morning. ----- It wasn't long before Pinkie found herself at the 5S range! She had her 6S shot all ready to go and tested three of the slingshots that could be used for the competition before selecting what she figured to be the bestest one. She glanced at Lonna Longefletch. The griffon eyed her and nodded for her to begin her round. "Okie Dokie Lokie!" Pinkie exclaimed before whirling around to the target range. Somehow in the blink of an eye she had donned her super sky outfit. Black suit, tie, and all! Mission Impossible music started playing from nowhere as she sighted her targets. Pinkie's face was grim. "Targets sighted." She loaded a 6S into the sling shot and pulled back... Shot #1: There were soooo many fun things to aim at! She couldn't really decide where to focus so she just pulled back and let a round fly! As the round hit a mark it exploded with confetti which instantly relieved her of her serious mode. "Ha ha ha! Those are just great! Too bad there's no pinatas to aim at!" A severe glare from the griffon running the show got her back on task. Shot#2: She couldn't help but giggle when she saw a cut out figure of Discord in the closer part of the range. "How could I just let this opportunity pass me by?" She giggled again and let fly at that pesky draconequus! Shot #3: Oh wow! How much fun was this?! "Hee hee hee!" Was that a cut out of the cloud of parasprites? "I mean I should really just march you guys out of town buuuut..." She aimed and fired at the parasprites cut out. Shot #4: Time to try for some targets worth more points! She scanned about, taking back her spy demeanor. "Ok, where to next?" Ah! There was a whole bunch of fruits and veggies! "Time to make a fruit salad I think!" She aimed for a stack of oranges with her fourth shot. Shot #5: The fruit salad continued on with a stack of banana bunches! "Woo hoo! Let's make a banana split!" She couldn't help the maniacal laugh that escaped her muzzle as her 6S sailed towards the target. Shot #6: How could she possibly not take a shot at the big ol' watermelon. Just sitting there, asking her to aim at it! Shot #7: "Hmmmm," Her eyes widened as she saw the bottles and can lined up. "Those look like fun!" There was a few colored bottles all lined up sparkling in the sun. It would be so cool to see a round of 6S hit one of those! Shot #8-#9: She couldn't stop herself from trying to hit a couple more bottles. They sounded so cool when the shot hit them and all that confetti everywhere made the whole range look like a party! Shot #10: Pinkie pulled out her spy binoculars and spotted the golden cupcake! The binoculars vanished and were replaced by the slingshot. "Okie dokie cupcake..." She sighted as best she could as the target was super far away. "Got you!" She shouted as she released the shot, hoping it would fly true. Pinkie bounced away from the range as the squealing of the 6S faded and the last bits of confetti blew away. There was nothing the Ponk couldn't turn into a party! [Lottery Numbers: 9, 12, 35, 48, 51, 78, 49, 50, 88, 95]
  39. 2 points
    Submitted for Judging Ranged weaponry. Feng pursed his lips as he surveyed the target range; this was not his specialty as far as combat training went. Not that he gave his initial academy sling training anything less than his all, but he might have let himself get the slightest bit rusty since then. Hey, a Watcher couldn't be good at everything, and he'd chosen to specialize in close combat. It's a pity that the Iron Pony didn't have any martial arts events. *Perhaps I should have a word with the organizers about next year...* Well, they weren't likely to take him seriously if he didn't take them seriously, and that had to include this event. The longma deferred the offered sling and ammo, choosing to use his Imperial-issued gear. He tested the suppleness of the leather, grateful at least that the material hadn't stiffened from disuse. There was a little bronze seal of the Jade Throne on the outside of the pouch, which he polished against the hide on his withers before trotting up to the line, loading one of the polished bits of stone into the pouch. He warmed up with a couple of practice shots towards the cardboard cutouts, instinctively choosing to avoid crudely-drawn depictions of the barbaric Western Dragons. A boorish contrast with the graceful long of his homeland though they may be, there was a bit of residual reverence there. Plus, deep down, Feng felt a twinge of empathy towards their culturally rowdy attitude. Perhaps the dragon side of him was from across the ocean after all... The next seven shots were all taken towards the fruit; pears and peaches each exploding in little bits of fruit as he got into his rhythm. Not too many risks, but no need to go for too easy a target. He had training, but wasn't an expert, and chose his targets accordingly. Except for the last one. That Golden Cupcake... no way he could leave the range without taking at least one shot towards it, right? Numbers: 1, 33, 34, 42, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 77
  40. 2 points
    *post submitted for judging* The King of the Changlings did indeed incur a few curious stares as he made his way to the start line of the barrel weave. He'd gotten fairly used to the attention by now as he's been visiting Ponyville frequently enough as of late. Spike, Pinkie, and many others had been gracious in showing him the ropes of pony life and he'd come to make quite a few friends and enjoy his stays in town. This visit was... how did Pinkie put it? Hmmm, ah yes!... 'especially special', as the Iron Pony competition was taking place. And what's more, he'd decided to join in the games! After looking over what was available he could think of no better option than the barrel weave. He just couldn't see himself gorging on cupcakes or being pulled into a mud pit but he could certainly run. And if running around barrels was all there was to it, well then! This was certainly the event for him! "Go get im' Thorax!" He heard one of his friends shout from the sideline. He so loved having friends! It gave him the best feelings of courage and hope! His energy soared as he eagerly took his place. "Three, two, one, go!" A pony charged with clocking the event gave the changling the go ahead and off he went. Thorax's body had changed dramatically and he still couldn't get over his leg agile legs! He felt as graceful as a deer every time and ran! Grace would certainly be needed to clear all the barrels effectively. The King was upon the first barrel quickly, avoiding it with the delicate hoof steps of a dancer while at the same time maneuvering with high speed. On to the second, third, and fourth barrel! He tore by them in rapid succession, his light steps hardly even kicking up dust. He wanted to laugh out loud from sheer enjoyment which caused the king to falter for a moment at the half way point. He hadn't judged the distance very well on the blue barrel that was now right in front of him. It was all he could do to control himself to not open his wings and fly over the obstacle! "Come on Thorax! You've got this!" He spoke to himself in his head, helping him keep his confidence. The changling king reared up on his hind legs just enough to keep his front hooves from touching the barrel. He swiveled to the side and then used his hind legs to launch himself forward. Within a couple of strides a regained himself and was onto the task of the next few weaves. In and out, around and through! He was breathing hard now and he couldn't help the smile on his muzzle. This was serious competition but it was also really a fun experience for him! Around the ninth he went and towards the last one! On Thorax charged, thrilled by the sounds of the crowd cheering him on! The tenth barrel was soon behind him and the changling slowed to a trot. He may not have been the swiftest runner but Thorax certainly was graceful! He waved to the crowd as they cheered for him, soaking in the joy and kindness around him. "This is wonderful!" He proclaimed to nopony in particular. Few ponies could know the gratitude the changling felt in his heart for the magic of friendship!
  41. 2 points
    The next contestant to approach the shooting range shared some rather obvious similarities with the judge. The brown griffon was wearing his typical bandanna over his eye as he approached, though nothing else, in the spirit of the competition. Not that that seemed to be part of the rules for this particular part, but oh well. Tehengu gave a nod to the griffon judge before picking up the slingshot provided to him. It wasn’t the same as firing a bow, but he figured it was close enough that he could adjust quickly. He examined his weapon and ammo for and issues they may have and eventually settled on using the marbles. A good, balanced shot with a consistent shape. The first few shots were at easier targets to get a good feel of the weapon, the marbles sailing towards various cutouts as he watched where they impacted to better refine his aim. Not bad so far, seemed he still had it. Marksmanship skills were the one thing he didn’t doubt he could still do nowadays it seemed... Shots four through six saw him aiming at the next tier of targets, moving up slowly but surely. He took careful aim of each shot he took, methodically dialing in his aim even more. If there was one thing he needed for what he did, it was the patience to aim properly and wait for the right opportunity to fire. That patience would come in handy for the next three shots, as he moved on to the more distant targets. These were a bit harder to hit, but he could get enough force into the shots to get them down there with a bit more room for more power. Hopefully it would be enough for what he planned to do last. His final shot would be directed at the cupcake, and he took the most time out of any of the shots to line up his aim and put all the power behind it as he could. He even checked the wind conditions and adjusted accordingly. Then, finally, the griffon let the marble fly, watching it sail towards its target. Numbers: 10, 25, 7, 42, 35, 60, 69, 84, 90, 50
  42. 2 points
    A few more days left in the second round of events for the Iron Pony!
  43. 2 points
    Submitted for Judging Front and center among the prospective contestants was the winged visitor from the east, Fēng Yīnhǎitāo. He'd taken a quick break to rest and work off the after-effects of competing in the cupcake-eating contest, though the short break wasn't quite enough to undo the full effects of 17 rich baked treats. But, who's to say? Perhaps the extra weight would come in handy! The lithe longma was certainly going to need every ounce of inertia that he could muster for this event! "I'm up after you!" He called out to the pegasus who just came out from the pit, as he trotted up to where he was to take up the rope. He tuned out the announcement of his name, not caring whether or not the pronunciation was butchered. After all, the one event so far he'd placed first in was the one where the announcer had been the most wrong, and that patina of superstition that all sports everywhere accrued was having its effect upon him. Feng wasn't a pony to rely on luck, but neither was he one to ignore it. He'd seen from his life, and from the lives of others, how it could raise up or throw down a pony's fortunes... But now was not the time for pontification. Now was the time for taking the hemp between one's teeth and firmly grasping it! The three ponies on the other side of the pit, a couple of strapping stallions joined by a well-muscled mare, were already in place, drawing the rope tight. With that, the announcer's voice rang out: "Starting the war in three! Two! One! Tug away!" Almost immediately Feng had to brace his legs against the ground to avoid being pulled off his hooves entirely! The Watcher had honed his body to the peak of its strength, but there wasn't a whole heck of a lot of weight that he could throw around, and the cupcakes didn't seem to be making much difference. This wasn't even necessarily an event where agility could make up for a lack of pulling power... but maybe cleverness could. There was a bit of a stereotype about how long sun and ponies from the eastern continents fought, utilizing not sudden pulls, but sudden surrenders. Not an unjustified one, as Feng's martial arts training had included this technique among its arsenal. And it was one that he suspected the trio on the other side would not expect. Using one precious foot of ground, he kept a steady pull on his end has he was dragged towards the pit, using the time to read the pattern of their tugs. Once he felt he had the rhythm down, he leaned into one of their sharp tugs; the unexpected move cost him another foot of ground, but it also caused the lead stallion to fall over into the mare behind him, leaving them all in a pile. That gave Feng all the time he needed, scrambling backwards while their grip on the rope was loose, recovering ground and extending his time. But the trio rallied, regaining their grip and tugging again. This time, Feng tried the same feint, being dragged all the way to the edge before slipping back as an unexpected tumble caused the rope to slip again, letting the longma scramble back once again. Now, however, there was a look in the lead stallion's eye that told him the trick would not work a third time. Instead of gripping it in his mouth, the earth pony was up on his hind hooves, gripping it in his forelegs. Once the rope was taught again, he called back to his compatriots. "This time, steady pulls, on my count! One!" Heave. "Two!" Heave. "One!" Heave. "Two!" Heave. The predictability of their pulls was no longer something Feng could exploit; whether he held firm, or gave way, each pull was done by ponies who were prepared, and determined not to be unhooved by clever tricks. The more philosophical side of the Watcher felt this was an illustration of some ancient parable he'd read, once, about the futility of pitching intelligence against fate, how all one's clever schemes could not thwart the will of the heavens. Perhaps luck was merely one component of that, he thought, shortly before being pitched into the mud. At least his brain had thoughts to chew on while he cleaned off this time... "And that's game! Next?"
  44. 1 point
    If there was one lesson relentlessly drilled into Empress Yuè in preparation for her unexpected coronation, it was to never let her royal mask slip under any circumstance whatsoever. Do not break decorum by expressing uncouth joy, refrain from showing anger towards those who’ve wronged or offended you, and absolutely never show signs of emotional frailty. If a ruler unwisely took his or her mask off, their subjects — along with the rulers of other lands — would no longer be able to believe that an imperial sovereign possessed the draconic serenity required to sit on the Dragon Throne. This was why the Empress found it disturbing to spot an increasing amount of instances where her peryton counterpart allowed his royal mask to slip. A wagging tail, twitching wings, an uncontrolled burst of excitement... and not to mention doubling down on the chivalric rhetoric. Maybe Yuè’s first impression had been spectacularly wrong; Oisin seemed less of a slick talker and more of a mischievous, happy-go-lucky imp who stumbled onto the Peryton throne by chance. Although it could also just be the buck’s little fangs coloring the newest assessment. On the plus side however, Yuè believed she found a new potential friend to send Serpent King Àilóng’s way. That dragon never did seem to care whatsoever about wearing the ruler’s metaphorical mask. As it just so happened, the Empress’s guess about Oisin stumbling onto his throne wasn’t that far off the mark. Truth be told... was that not how Yuè herself, a qilin mare who had intended to spend a humble life walking the Harmonious Path, ascended above her elder step-siblings to claim the highest title in the entire Dragon Kingdom? Just like Yuè, Oisin was now obligated to follow in his father’s hoofsteps; a task that wasn’t easy by any stretch of the imagination. Now sensing that the two of them shared the same boat in more ways than one, Empress Yuè began the ceremonial ritual of getting up from her Dragon Throne and gracefully walking down the steps to stand on equal level with King Oisin. It was an honor accorded to all heads of state granted audience with the imperial sovereign, although this was the first time in recorded history it was granted to the Peryton monarch. Yuè finally betrayed a gleam in her eyes as she trotted over to Oisin’s side, close enough to closely inspect the winged deer’s physical form. To her surprise, the qilin surmised that her counterpart couldn’t have been any older than her; most likely he was even a little bit younger! But no startlement was evidence in Empress Yuè’s voice as she commenced the usual diplomatic boilerplate expected of all empresses. “Ever since Long Guo was founded, we have always believed that to maintain balance and harmony in the world, all nations must stand together as one. Although our civilizations are separated by vast distances, there is no denying there is much that Long Sun and Peryton can learn from one another. Therefore, we hereby declare our intention to seek a lasting friendship with His Majesty, and the great nation of the Velvet Strand.” All throughout her speech, the Empress assertively but warmly bore into the King’s dream-like purple orbs.....
  45. 1 point
    Name: Aero Dynamic Sex: Male Age: Stallion Species: Pegasus Eye color: Blue Character color: Light blue Mane/Tail: He has a deep blue mane with a red streak from his right eye down his back. He grows his mane down to his withers and just long enough on top that the tips of his mane just hang over his eyes. He has a solid deep blue tail that he grows down to the back of his knees mostly kept tidy. Physique: Lean and stocky but pretty tall. Almost, not quite as tall as Princess Luna. Not muscular but well filled out. Residence: Canterlot Occupation: Recently discharged royal guard. Aero is looking to be in business for himself these days. Putting his experience and training to good use for more regular ponies (who can afford him). Cutie Mark: An angel wing. A fire broke out in his classroom at school and as the school was evacuated, he noticed one of his classmates didn't make it out of the classroom with everypony else. At great risk to his personal safety, Aero went back and found him. He brought his classmate out unharmed, only having a few singed feathers. After that, he wasn't able to fly for a while until the damaged feathers grew back, but he carried on living selflessly from that day on. Unique Traits: Aero keeps himself in exceptional shape, he's stronger than he looks and an excellent flier. His flying skills are developed in more practical disciplines, such as flying in harsh weather conditions, instead of showboating. History: Aero was born in Cloudsdale. At a young age he didn't get along with his parents. He was mostly unhappy that they tried so hard to raise him to be just like them. After sufficient begging, he was sent to be raised by his more well off uncle in Canterlot. He hasn't had contact with them since childhood and has no plans to change that any time soon. As a young stallion he joined the royal guard. Once again, he was unhappy being homogenized and decided he wanted to carry on his work, his way. Aero never reenlisted and has been trying to make a living doing what hes always done for other ponies. Character personality: Aero is very stubborn and has a dry disposition. He has a small scowl for a resting face which gets more intense when he's trying to focus. Though a pony of few words, he speaks with authority. Although Aero has a talent and predisposition for making sacrifices for others, his two favorite things are flying and the night sky. Some days it's enough to feel the breeze in his mane, others he just needs to go top speed and cut as many close calls as he can get away with. On days when he wants or needs to be grounded, he likes to spend time watching the stars in the sky and let himself be filled with foalhood wonder. Nothing will put a smile on his face the way those activities will. Character summary: At a young age, Aero was sent from Cloudsdale from his parents to be raised by his uncle in Canterlot. He studied hard in school and became quite knowledgeable although an academic underachiever. When he came of age he joined the royal guard. He was unsatisfied with how things were done and the narrow scope of their mission overall. He decide he could do more for the common pony on his own with his training and experience. What he wants to do more than anything is just leave Equestria a better place than how he found it, whatever the cost to himself.
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    "Thank you." Slide took his seat and noticed that Street Art was only snacking on an apple. He looked at his tray of food that consisted of two flower sandwiches with hayfries and a water bottle. Slide then picked up one of the sandwiches with his hoof and took a bite out of it, being extra polite respectively. After wiping his face with a napkin and taking a drink of water, he answered Street's question. "The rehearsal was swell. We're going over two pieces that the audience will enjoy very much. They are called Pictures at an Exhibition and Blue Bells of Trotland." As he began to eat his hayfries, he didn't notice a group of ponies dressed in black walking towards him. Just as he was about to eat another, one of the ponies grabbed his tuxedo collar and turned him to look at the pony. "You're coming with me trombonist." Slide tried not to panic, knowing that he was in a dangerous situation. He took a nervous gulp, sweating a bit with fear. "Why me? There's other musicians here that you should be looking for. I mean...uh...look! It's Countess Coloratura!" He quickly pointed with a hoof at a random direction, causing the group of ponies to look in that direction. Slide got up from his seat, look a quick glance at Art, and then flew away from the square. "Get back here!" Slide heard that the gang pony was catching up on him fast. He was a pegasus pony too! Panting, he flew down the streets of Manehatten, dodging to avoid streetlights and buildings, apologizing as he streaked his way past a crowd of ponies waiting to hail taxi cabs. Rounding a corner, he found a subway entrance. With no time to spare, he galloped down the stairs and entered the station, dodging past commuters waiting for the train. When he reached the end of the platform, the gang pony had caught up with him and blocked his way. The passengers had fled from the platform, with the gang pony looking at Slide with terror and evil. "Well well well, what do we have here? The most professional trombonist in Equestria. Are you really that professional?" The gang pony spat at his face. Slide wiped the spit from his face. "Sir, if you excuse me, I have a concert to attend to in less than an hour. I was just having lunch with a friend-" The gang pony slapped Slide's face with a hoof. "Shut it red pone, or you'll be speaking with the boss faster than you can tune a piano. Understand?" Slide felt the sharp pain of a hoof on his face and began to cry a bit. Wiping his tears, he looked at the gang pony, still in fear. "What are you gonna do to me?" The gang pony came up close to Slide's face and whispered to him. "You see that tunnel over there? We're going to the lair of the boss. He'll want to hear your...music." The gang pony gave a sinister laugh and motioned for Slide to enter the tunnel walkway. He slowly made his way to the stairs that lead down to the path, his hooves clopping against the concrete stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, the gang pony motioned for Slide to start walking and to not stop until they reach their destination. Slide hoped that their destination would not be his final destination.
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    SUBMITTED FOR JUDGING Boulder Dash had already stepped forward for his turn in the tug of war. Reaching down with his hoof, he offered a helping lift to Big Macintosh out of the muck. "Come on ole friend, let's git ya outta thar for Granny Smith throws a fit huh?" he asked yanking Big Macintosh out of the mud pit. Patting his shoulder and even hugging the Earth Pony he had seen as a younger brother, he watched Big Macintosh walk off before turning to three ponies that had yanked him onto the muck with a fiendish grin. "Boys.....got nothin against ya'll. But when ya mud pie a pony what likes my lil brother...we is gonna have a big problem" he said as he took the rope in his mouth and and dug his hooves into the dirt. The three ponies on the end of the rope gulped nervously and took their ends as Boulder Dash held his tightly. The Ref pony sensing some tension nodded to Boulder Dash and said, "Next Contestant, Boulder Dash! Ready? One, Two, Three Tug of War!" Boulder Dash took the hint and dug his hooves in tight as the three on the other end pulled. For them it was like trying to pull concrete as they grunted, heaved, and hoed trying to pull Boulder Dash's large form into the muck. Boulder Dash held strong and yanked the other end of the rope, straining his powerful neck muscles and his strong jawline, but still found it difficult to pull three ponies at once. As he held strong it looked like a stalemate was occurring until Boulder Dash felt his neck start to strain and the dirt give way under his hooves. He dug deeper trying to breath in to get his stance straight but this caused the ground under his hooves to start to crumble the three ponies on the other end began to pull harder. Ultimately he gave way and went flying into the air with a loud SPLORT. Pulling his head out of the mud for the 2nd time that day, Boulder Dash held his head high as one of the other ponies called out, "Do you eat concrete or something?" Boulder Dash laughed out loud and walked off to get clean up.
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    Fun facts: 1) I'm moving to Korea! 2) I probably have sciatica!
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    Flaire smiled and took the prizes "Well I'm not sure what a 'Zap Apple' is, but judging from the smells coming from your booth, I'm sure it's fantastic!" He gave the curious confection a bit of a sniff, smiled, and took a small bite, wanting to leave a bit for later. The flavor that filled his mouth was nothing short of amazing! He'd never tasted something so vibrant and shocking. He was amazed at how much flavor could be packed into such a tiny morsel. He couldn't resist chomping down the rest of the apple. "That. Was. Simply amazing!" he beamed "I have to know where I can get more of these apples! I've never tasted anything like it! You've got me sold!" He overheard the mention of Babs being a hairdresser, and he smiled "A hairdresser, eh?" He chuckled "I'm sure stage is gonna need one after he finally gets his mane clean. That stallion fusses over his mane so much, you'd think his talent was mane styling." He laughed. When the new pony came in and greeted Apple Bloom, Flaire smiled. He could see this colt's crush from a mile away. He didn't do a great job at hiding it. Sometimes, he wished he had somepony he could feel that way about, but he was content with the Theatre. He decided he'd let him do his best with the object of his affection. He still had three more rings he paid to toss, but honestly, the one apple was well worth more than both bits, so he left his rings on the stand and said. "Sorry, I'll have to go early. I'll definitely be finding your farm, later, tho, Apple Bloom. These apples are well worth a trip. I'll leave you guys to it, shall I?" He winked a wink at the colt that said "go get 'em, Tiger" and made his way back to the caravan. ((sorry, I'd do a better job, but I'm kinda busy irl, rn, and I get real nervous about rping with lots of characters at once. ))
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