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  1. 6 points
    Equestria was a land of peace and harmony, its values bare for all to see. It saw only the best n every creature and nation and would never be accused of being an aggressor. It sought diplomacy where others sought war. It sought friendship where others sought strife. These things would never, ever change about Equestria or Equestrians for that matter. But Twilight had seen enough to understand that there were threats big and small and relying on a small group of heroines to handle everything was a recipe for disaster. She had other tools at her disposal. Equestria had other protectors she could empower. And so today she was holding a meeting with various branches of the armed forces to see what they could do to improve the nation's security, from an organizational, technological, philosophical, and activity standpoint. The Twilight Guard was invited, of course. They were her personal guard and would need to be kept fully aware of anything that was going to change how they did their jobs with her. The Solar Guard would have to show up, of course. They were what ponies thought of as the Royal Guard and while their role was about to change, the prestige and honor of their position was without question. The Lunar Guard was too small to warrant a direct invitation to the meeting as they were technically within the rolls of the Royal Guard, now Solar Guard. This would account for the Royal Guard collection and while they were the faces of Equestrian security that could not be denied, they were far from the only ones. The invitation list continued. The Royal Equestrian Army was the most important invitation of all, as Twilight looked over the world map and understood the dangers and threats that lay beyond the borders of Equestria. While the Guards were there to protect the royal line and duties similar at best to those, it was the REA that was tasked with protecting the national integrity of Equestria. While a great many things were due for a change it was they that would see the lion's share of it all. The Royal Equestrian Navy had been allowed to wallow in its misery for untold generations. It looked impressive on paper but it suffered from a vast number of faults. They would have to show up and be given the sort of resources needed to remake them to answer the threats they faced on the seas and in the skies. The meeting took place a week after the coronation, when the very last of the long-form guests and gifts had been opened, when the tales and the fables of the disaster that was the ceremony, had finally subsided. The coasts had been clear for the ships long left to rot ashore to come home and once more refitted to stand the test of time. The room they gathered in was not technically in the castle, however. Instead, when the castle had been rebuilt, Twilight had an idea. A complex was built in the mountains themselves with hidden paths through the castle. The complex itself was a defensive redoubt built into the mountain with the capability to house thousands and continue the functioning of civil government. Should everything else fall, this area could be protected and defended for years and had enough space for most of the city's residents. It was in one of the many rooms near the front of this complex that the meeting would take place, with a view over the city outside. It was a one-way mirror rock. It looked like a normal part of the mountain to most of the city's residents but it was a window from which Twilight could gaze out in safety. She didn't plan on using this complex much but considering she had designed it she wanted to make sure everything worked. She wanted desperately to ensure everycreature's safety, not only through this complex but through the reformations they would discuss today. A better, safer Equestria for all was one of her most important duties. She turned away from the city and took her seat at the head of a large table. Each chair at it was given a full folder of information about today's topic and a glass of water- to be refilled by two castle workers who were going to filter in and out. Twilight sighed, waiting for the others to show. A less desirable task she could scarcely imagine. A more important one she could hardly fathom.
  2. 5 points
    Flash's reminder about her costume from that nightmare was quite the blast from the past. She hadn't thought about that in so long, "I liked it too... but getting all that blue dye out of my coat was such a pain. It was worth it in the end, though." Soon, Presteza found herself the center of a few questions. Flash was right, The empress did travel with a sometimes ridiculous amount of security detail even in places that had no reason to harm her. It surprised this unicorn how close she'd managed to get and not be removed by some member of the watch. It seemed that Suall was rather concerned about this as well. "Well..." She began with a bit a blush, "It's more like she popped in on me." The painter idly itched her nose as she remembered the garden in which she'd first met Yu along with her procession. "I was doing some sketches in the gardens -I know it was a bad idea- and got very focused on the task... and the next moment I looked up I saw The Empress and her procession. I asked a couple nosy questions and... eventually the empress asked one back. I'd been asking if she'd like me to paint her or one of her servants and eventually she said yes!" With a smile she thought back to the night, "We talked for a while, got to share stories... and by the end of the night. She offered me the chance to work in the palace." She figured she'd give the broad strokes of the night. Yu had told Presteza many things and confided in her often... and she wasn't about to overshare sensitive feelings of such a good friend, especially in such an important position! Fire's remark immediately brought another blush to the painter's face. Fire did have a bevvy of stories from their fillyhood they could share. Stories of sneaking out to go to shows, times when pressy brought her along to all the fun spots in town. Stories where the unicorn's magical malady caused them a bit of trouble that they'd have to deal with. That pretzel stand would never be the same... Swift's next question about where the next trip would take her did make Presteza think. Where would she go now? there were a few places she'd had in mind. "Actually..." The mare took a quick sip of her water, " ... I'd been thinking about going on another trip to Whitescar for awhile but I've heard it can be a bit fierce this time of year. While I'm sure Flash here would be the best bodyguard I could ask for, I wouldn't wanna steal him from his duties for one of my whims." smiled at flash and gently brushed up against him, "I'd heard that there are Wolves over there that live in moving snowstorms and are three times the size of those Arctic Worgs that lurk in the northern equestria's snowy landscapes. Thankfully the roads are safe because of those warrior guards that keep the trade routes safe: The Vakstyra."
  3. 5 points
    I only just noticed the Rank-up! Yay! I am now Crazy Oatmeal! I love it. Coupled with a quote by best pony, and you can't get any better. Thank you, powers that be, for the rank promotion. I love it.
  4. 5 points
    Waking up at the crack of dawn was not something that Dunnie was used to. At least, not anymore. However, camping was an exception no matter how close to civilization the camping was. These were also unusual circumstances for the mare, it seemed that Blueblood's collection of expensive drink would not be complete without some of that famous Ponyville cider, made by none other than the Apple family. Dunnie knew well enough that this was a popular enough occasion for the locals and some out-of-towners to break out the tents, so this had better be some good cider! She was trotting back along the endless stream of tents. Ponies waking up, milling about, preparing food or drink to start the day of waiting in line. Fortunately for her, she had a spot saved for her closer to the front of the line. Surprisingly so, since she had just arrived yesterday to find that her quarry had been camping early enough for him to get a good spot. Fresher cider, or something like that. As she trotted back up, she noticed that Blueblood was already awake and talking to a neighbor. She smiled and trotted past the pale pink pony and took a spot up next to Blueblood, where she would plant a kiss on the side of his muzzle. "Good morning." She opened up her wing to reveal a paper bag. "Got us some breakfast! For some reason, though, the only place open was the fast food restaurant." Guess they couldn't ditch work to snatch up some limited time cider. "Is this your friend?" She certainly was pretty, and definitely did not look like a local. A Canterlot native would not be far fetched.
  5. 5 points
    Guess whose back. Back again. Jessie's back. Tell a friend.
  6. 4 points
    “Huh,” Flash commented as Pretezas wrapped up her story about Empress... Yu, or so her name apparently was. “You’d think Yu’s handlers would have tried harder to chase you off. But I guess not even an Empress is immune to Pres’s charms, heh heh.” The stallion gave his date a playful wink. As if on cue, Flash Sentry himself blushed in the face of the painter pony’s charm when she played up his skill as a protector. Personally, Flash knew better than to believe he could take on a party of Viking Caribou... even one alone would pose a highly challenging threat! Nonetheless, the Corporal had the good sense of projecting outer confidence by giving his companion a return nuzzle. “Oh yes,” remarked the pegasus; “They’re the caribou clan that paint themselves blue. We’ve been seeing more of those guys around Canterlot recently, especially going in and out of the Clan Askr Ambassador’s residence. Wonder what’s up with that? So Pres, did you manage to make any caribou friends on your last voyage to Whitescar?”
  7. 4 points
    After spending a short minute with her customers who were all collecting themselves and coming out of their tents, Applejack trotted back to the business side of the selling booth and greeted her little sister's excited attitude. "Heh heh. Alright, AB. I want you on sellin' and pourin' duty. You can make sure the bits are being collected properly and you can be in charge of the cider pump. No one gets a drink without your permission." Applejack relayed to her the responsibility she was to hold, knowing full well she would take control of it like she owned the place. In several ways though, Apple Bloom did own a piece of what was going on. "I don't expect anyone to get irate today, but in case they do, you just let them know that you control the flow. Ain't nobody gonna get impatient with a strong cute little filly who delivers the goods!" Applejack glanced at Granny Smith's pocket watch and saw the clock within striking distance of the beginning of the sale. She knew that the first day was always the most hectic, but she was sure that they made enough cider for the first day to make several customers happy. The only worry is how many would be soured that they weren't able to try the first batch. Applejack leaned towards the megaphone and started speaking to everyone standing in the road. "Alright, ya'll. It's that time you've been waiting for all year. It's officially cider season!" Almost immediately, the booth was crowded by excited ponies and creatures reaching for a taste. Hooves, talons, wings, and claws all shoved for their chance to be allowed to drop two golden bits into the coffer on the table. What looked like a neat line of four-legged civilians was quickly turned into a mob of customers who were more keenly aware of the number of barrels waiting to be emptied more than their place in line. A line? This was no line. This was a free-for-all. Applejack quickly guarded the space by the keg so that Apple Bloom would have space to work. "Take it easy, everypo-, I mean, everyone. Be patient, and there will be enough cider for all." Current fresh cider supply: 100% They weren't kidding. Silverstream thought it strange that so many would camp out in order to drink a single cup of cider. To be fair, a lot of common things were peculiar to the hippogriff, but this was definitely an oddity on many scales. Silverstream decided to head over to the farm to see what the fuss was about, and well, she still wasn't sure. She could barely make out the words on the signage by the farm because she was standing so far back in what she guessed was the back of the line. Squinting, she looked ahead to see if she could recognize any students from the academy who decided to get up so early. She saw a lot of ponies she had never seen before. They may have not been from Ponyville. And she also saw non-ponies as well. And was that Gallus? It was! Positioned a few hundred meters from where she was standing, she could just make out his signature bright blue coloration. "Gallus!" She impatiently yelled, much to the detriment of those standing around her. It didn't appear that Gallus heard her, so she decided to fly up to where he was. A short minute later, she arrived hovering over her griffon friend and yelled again. "Gallus! This is absolutely insane! How long have you been in line?"
  8. 4 points
    "Good ta see ya, RD," she said while giving her mare a kiss on the lips, pulling her in and tossing away some elements of decorum in the process. She liked to see her flighty mare look as cool and confident as she possibly could, what with her power strut and shades and all. It was the sort of confidence, the type that bordered on arrogance, that allowed Rainbow to do half of the amazing things she did. Sure she had to brought back down to earth every once in a while because you didn't want her to fly too close to the sun and get burned in the exchange, but anypony who could look at what Rainbow was capable of and not fall at least a little bit in love with her was stone-hearted in a way that Applejack didn't understand. The pair made their way inside, past the event's crier who would no doubt blast out their accompaniment as they strode inside close by one another. The event was proceeding as she imagined it would with all the fancy ponies being so very fancy and the clearly less comfortable guards and fellow common folk trying to navigate the social norms of it all like a first year schoolfilly navigating a strange new social landscape for the very first time. Applejack was always uncomfortable in these sorts of situations but luckily she had enough experience in them to know a dirty truth: Nopony was comfortable, everypony wanted to find their place to loosen up a bit. Even the fanciest among them knew this to be true. You could just look at Noblepony Squall himself to know that. "Cap'n, good ta see ya. You too, Mr. Squall. Them wedding nuptials are comin' up soon, ain't they?" Applejack said as she trotted up to the pair. It was always good to see Fire Walker at these things. She was a pleasant sort through and through and good in a fight. Swift Squall was an intelligent and well-meaning doofus who stuck his intrigued snout into everything in sight. It almost always turned out well in the end, however. Nopony could doubt his abilities or intentions. They'd make a good married couple because Fire could rein in Squall and Squall could help Walker fulfill her ambitions. Then they could have foals and more little fellas and fillies for Zap to play around was always a good thing. Of course her eyes continued wandering about, spotting a Princess and a Prince. She always had time in her heart to show respect to them, and boy howdy did they deserve it. "Yer Highnesses, a pleasure. How's lil' Flurry Heart doin'?" She said with an informal head nod, wondering how life was treating them. They had a whole lot of responsibility resting on their mighty shoulders and she didn't reckon they were given much of a break from their royal duties, so good on them for making time for this event. They didn't really have to. And it gave her the chance to talk about another very important topic, Flurry Heart. She reckoned it'd be a good idea to get Zap Apple playin' with that high faluting alicorn foal at some point. How many farmponies get to say they have playdates with royalty? Not many! She leaned into RD. There was another thing she had to take care of. The drinks and food were all good, but she had made sure to get some of the real good stuff ready. It had been, hppefully, sneaked in, likely somewhere in the back of the kitchens. What better way to party than with her family's hard cider, damn the regulations? "RD, scope this place out," she whispered, "an' see if tha hard cider barrel's where it should be."
  9. 4 points
    "Last time we were this close to Crystal Heart, I was doing my best to not get my head looped off by caribou berserker. And Fire had similar experience and then some. Although we don't rule out going on vacation there soon." Princess Cadence’s ears dejectedly flopped downward; it seemed like some ponies still had the Crystal Faire Invasion fresh on their minds. And... was the Crystal Empire REALLY that remote of a realm? Crystal Spire could easily be reached via a several-hour long train ride, for Celestia’s sake! Regardless, it wasn’t in Cadence’s nature to be confrontational. Accepting that the Count was dead-set on having the honeymoon elsewhere, the princess meekly replied with a glum sideways glance; “Oh... I see.....” "She did write to me about their son. Even tried to set up a playdate with Flurry for little... Zap, I think it was?" “Zap Apple,” Cadence quickly filled in the blanks for Shining, grateful for the pivot away from the perceived shortcomings of a Crystal Empire honeymoon. When asked if a playdate was possible, the alicorn replied; “Hmmm... it’ll be tough, seeing that we won’t be visiting Ponyville too often once Twily moves back to Canterlot. But maybe our families could meet up next Summer Sun Celebration? Hopefully we can make it work out; I wanna see how much Zap has grown!” "Let's see now, I think I see the beginning of something beautiful over there, Cady. Not to mention, there's probably a good story over there." An appreciation for couple-watching was certainly one trait of Cadence’s that rubbed off onto Shining Armor. Something about the second couple struck the princess as familiar. It then dawned on her; “Oh yeah, the diamond dog’s companion must be the pony who wrote to Dear Cady about not making a scene over their date. I’m not seeing anypony else with a runt, it looks like. Oh, and it looks like they’re having a good time so far!” "In fact, the only one I see alone is... oh dear, one of mine." “Awwww,” Cadence pouted out of pity, sympathetic to the plight of being alone at an event where so many attendees are coupled up; “She looks SO bored to tears. How about we wave her over and find her a companion before the night’s through! Don’t you agree, Shiny?”
  10. 2 points
    "Why you......!!!" Ossia started, when the 'smoke bomb' gone off. Alicorn knew immediately that pest was untraceable by magical means. Worse yet, she was simply o busy to do this by ordinary means. It seems that she will have to let this one slide.....for now. "Cheeky little pest...." di Nerezza gritted her teeth before taking a big sniff "....a Neighponeese pest. Enjoy the life you have quilin. You will never know when I will drop by to end it. And visit I will." the pink mare gave her threat into the empty air. "Now then...." Ossia turned around in the air before descending. Just in time to witness what Hexxer was doing while she herself was distracted. And what a sight it was! "Ufufufufufu....." Ossia chuckled while applauding the dullahan. Did Hexxer knew that what she was doing amounted to torture? Or was she trying to finish cyborg quickly. Well, even if intent wasn't there, it was the deed that counts. "....Superb! I didn't thought you had this in you Miss....Ufufufu....I don't believe you introduced yourself to Me. You still surpassed my expectations." alicorn complimented the headless mare before turning towards cocooned LD.... "Normally I would wait until you're done tearing off the wings from this iron butterfly..." di Nerezza mused while her magical aura flared up "...but business should come before pleasure...." With that Ossia launched the blast of amaranth fire, one that 'peeled off' the shadows from Dust from it's sheer intensity. ".....Sentinel should teach you that, right? Unless she's as great teacher as she is sister. Talk about faulty education." pink mare giggled, amused by her own dig at Celestia before she walked up to now freed cyborg. Nerezza picked up the helpless pegasus from the other wold with her magic. It was time to interrogate her where the gateway was. "Rise and shine Tin Mare! Now spill up what you know and I won't spill up your...." Ossia started but quickly stopped. Not because she obviously didn't heard anything. No, the look in those is was.... "I am not talking to the Puppet anymore am I?" alicorn said under her breath. Ossias's horn flashed up again, but this time the spell she cast was pleasantly warm, revitalizing - enough to make cyborg aware of her surroundings. And it cleared the drugs from LD's system. Necessary seeing she had to be lucid for their conversation. "Hello Miss Mare-In-the-Machine, we haven't had a chance to talk yet. I know you are a little...confused...but I need you to really focus right now hmm? Enough that you can make your pick...." di Nerezza said before flashing a slight less sadistic smile. "Choice number one is: You refuse to cooperate and decide to stick with whoever made you into....this. I will smash you head like a pinata and give whatever mix of mincemeat and scrap remains to this gravekeeper here..." Ossia waved at Hexxer "...And leave her and whatever weirdos she hangs with to get answers from this salad that remains of you to solve this mess." she added with a shrug.... "Choice number two...." di Nerezza smile widened. "...You can start working for Me, seeing that I am actually higher on the pecking order, unlike those snobs in business suits that put the strings on you. You will show me where the gateway is, and in return I will give you 'inside your head' and individuality back. Perhaps add few upgrades here and there. I picked a few things in various places...." alicorn raised one of the limp mechanical limbs. "Places you can't imagine." "So, do we have a deal Miss......? And I mean your real name here, not whatever serial number was stamped on your metal flank when it was forged. You have one of those, right?"
  11. 2 points
    Hogo-sha couldn't help but think about what the Jarl had said, there was a grain of truth to it. The only way this wolf thought that it may not fully apply to him was because 'Breeding' was not something he thought positively of. Hogo-sha's desires lead to him surpassing his breeding and being better than his father. To be a figure of renown whose story would be shared for years upon years. Perhaps going around as he was could be more interesting to try in the future. Soon, the topic went on to the Bull's pitch. It was a tempting offer on some levels, but repulsive on others. A chance to fight in great battles against strong warriors? That was entirely up this dog's alley. Raiding vessels and stealing from others, that was not something Hogo-sha could live with however. Rather than speaking immediately, Hogo-sha turned to his new acquaintance. She seemed very excited by the offer. Unreasonably so in fact... there was a story there, one he hoped to one day learn about. The fact the Jarl's Lupine guest was so quiet, likely betrayed his hesitance. "Jarl. I will admit, the chance to exercise the power one has trained and gained is a tempting one. The opportunity to fight against the best opponents of this world is very enticing on its own." He cleared his throat, "But... I would rather take what power I possess can grant me on my own terms and without raids on those who have nothing to do with this country's internal issues. Most importantly however: There is a great issue that I could not get past if I aided you in your endeavor." The wolf smiled at the caribou across the table, "That issue being: I wish to defeat you in combat one day." He momentarily glanced to the silent caribou then back to the Jarl, "You see. One of your ancestors who warred wth Neighpon along with other caribou clans once was defeated by my father. If I am to step out of his shadow, defeating you will always be a high list on my agenda. Serving you with such a desire would probably not suit your needs."
  12. 2 points
    The red Pegasus let out an painful yelp the moment she tried to move. Something was very wrong with one of her back legs. Her left one. She was almost too scared to look. Thankfully it didn’t look too bad. Just a clean slash right against the gambrel. This was still something she needed to take care of. She let loose another. "Swift!". She needed to make sure he knew where she was. "Really don't want to do this....Swift spent so much on this dress...But if I don't...", she tore off a bit of cloth around her neck. This is turn was quickly shifted into an sturdy bandage. Why did her vacations always end in tragedy? Take a cruise? She ends up in an crazy island of chaos. Trip to the Crystal Empire? Insane warrior caribou. Spend time with fellow officers on an old training field? End up in the land of the dead. She could only imagine if they ever make an stop over at Whinny World. This she pondered as her bandage was formed and applied. The longer she was without Swift, the desire to panic drew further near. Once the bandage was secure, the officer tested her leg. It still hurt like a mother-bucker, but she would be able to move. "Swift!", she called out. It was time to move....Where would Swift be? Thankfully the airship was not even close to being halfway full. So while there would be less ponies to help her, there wasn't going to be as much carnage as if they were on a full cruise. She pushed herself further...."Swift!"
  13. 2 points
    Applejack was pleasantly surprised to see the mare who came to her stand next was none other than Tempest Shadow herself! She was a strong mare. Combative and blunt, having led a rough life that didn't seem to play easy with her so she didn't play easy with it. New scars told Applejack that she wasn't keeping her nose entirely out of trouble but she had been keeping her name out of the papers. Small steps for big mares may not seem all that special but Applejack knew you had to take what you could get with some of the more fighty ones. And Tempest sure did qualify under that bracket. Luckily she did eventually crack her cold demeanor with a warmer smile and a question that tugged at Applejack's overplucked heartstrings. “It's been real good down here. Same stuff day in, day out! Zap Apple's been good. Why, he has started countin' his numbers real good-like. He's gonna be tha smartest stallion in tha whole wide world Ah reckon,” she said with a mighty chuckle, though her look of pride needed no augmentation. She really did think the world of her little stallion and knew that this opinion would be shared by literally every last pony who ever met them, Celestia help those that thought otherwise if she knew about them. “Ah hope you've been doin' well, Tempest,” Applejack said as she washed her stand top once again, partially out of nervousness. “Got worried 'bout ya. Happy ta see ya here again!” She said with a mighty big smile as a capper. She then spread her forelegs out over the stand. “So, what we got here is a nice deal. Five bits an you get yerself a bushel of fine Sweet Apple Acres apples. Not only that, but you get a big kiss from lil' ol' me,” she said with a wink. “So, what'll it be? What sorta apple's got yer name on it today?” *Tempest Shadow* Kissed 1-10 11-20 21-30 31-40 41-50 51-60 61-70 71-80 81-90
  14. 2 points
    “Finly.” Tempest says marching, rather literally, up to the stand where she stands tall. At first with that same dead, uncaring blank face that seems stuck on her. At least until it broke down into a smile as she holds a hoof out to greet AJ. “Hello, been a few has it? Sorry. Life has been… Busy but maybe for the better. How have you and the young one been?” She asked sounding very genuine in her words and smile. But aside from that smile and a more cheerful tone she looked much the same. Still wearing that body covering jumpsuit and black-platemail. Her face had a few more new markings as well. Scarring from cuts gained somehow from the last time AJ laid eyes on the mare betraying that she has yet to get away from finding ways to get in to scraps. But she was still tall, lean and powerful as the jumpsuit did nothing to hide the raw strength underneath it. In all, not a lot seems too have changed with her but if one knew her they can see so much has in the small act of her smiling and caring about another. Small things but so very big for her.
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  17. 2 points
    Ali's little heart started to beat a little less hard, as she saw her companion of a red guard fly above her with a long, strong rope. Her trust in the Pegasus grew, as she really knew there was no other way of getting out of the thick goop. Her attention only focused on getting out at this point, otherwise she'd be stuck there forever. Ali never liked the idea of getting help from others, but this was a circumstance she never thought she'd get herself in. Poor, ignorant, Ali. "You best hurry up now. Seems like you're takin' your sweet time." The earth pony looked up at the Pegasus, who was circling around the stuck mare. Finally, the rope reached down enough for Ali to grab it strongly with her teeth, and she began moving ever so slowly out of the sand. Her grasp on the rope started to hurt her jaw, she was clenching it so hard. She was so tense, as she felt her whole body shaking, itching to get out. She wanted to feel the safety of her group members around her, when she wasn't scared for her life. Ali even forgot about the deer. The earth pony was reaching closer and closer to the crystal, the only dark thing protruding from the ground. Sombra looked to be standing on it, which gave Ali the confidence to get her leg out and reach for the stallion. The brown mare was so desperate to get out of the sand, she would do anything to get out. So, when she finally got a grasp of his hoof, the sudden wash of relief came over her. Before she knew it, she was out of the sand and tumbling into the arms of Sombra. She stayed there for a second, thinking about everything that happened, then she hopped off when she realized she was on him. Ali looked up, totally covered in the sand, and shouted, "Er- thanks for gettin' me out." That was probably the nicest thing she's said to anypony, as she kept a grumpy look on her face. Then she turned to Sombra. "Thanks." Suddenly, the mare turned around to see Fluttershy hovering over the deer, who still seemed to be frightened. Then she realized something, there was only four of them. "Y'all, where's the little yellow one at?"
  18. 2 points
    "The Irondrakes were a good clan with a good end. What clan name do you attach yourself to now, Lightning?" So much betrayed in that name. Caribou did not have names like Silent Lightning or Grand Warrior or anything of the sort. Even his nickname- The Red Jarl- was earned. Brann was his name. So either she managed to earn this name without becoming a known commodity for being a warrior in a culture of warriors or she was deceiving him. He would have to know more about her before he called her further into question. She was strong and looked healthy- could she bear calves? They needed strong warrior cows to breed stronger warrior calves for the future of the caribou to be fully secured. Hopefully she wouldn't deceive him out of a strong future for his righteous warriors on account of some inner turmoil or greed. That would make him very angry and the Red Jarl was well known for his calm demeanor. As to the Okami, his words earned a chuckle from the Jarl's wine-stained lips. "Ha, of course you would leave a trail. You are a warrior and too many of the caribou in this town are spectators. As for disappointment, discard it. Falsities, disguises, and deceit are the watchwords of cowards and assassins, not the virtues of the strong. If you truly are worthy of your breeding than you will be more than willing to showcase it to the world. Even your kind know best the ways of honor and the virtue of open combat," the Jarl said as he summoned another goblet of wine. He respected the Okami as a warrior and knew his kind were better than most of the fleabitten weaklings who occupied the planet. Still didn't make them anywhere near as good as caribou, but he could at least respect them unlike Equestrians. Basically worthless, that lot. After a few moments more and another drink, the Jarl stood up to speak. "To the point of this meeting. The True Caribou Clans are always searching for true warriors, real warriors. They do not ask for the meek and the gentle, but the violent, the courageous, the strong, the tenacious. They seek warriors such as you. I am here to offer you the choice of joining us in our great war against the Pretender King. You will fight in great battles against good warriors. You will be part of our fierce raids launched from our fleets of longvessels. You will be strong and you will impose your will on all those who have not proven themselves. You will dominate the seas, you will dominate the skies, you will dominate the forests and the mountains, the streets and the huts of this land. Do you accept?"
  19. 2 points
    A few weeks ago my kids were pronouncing exaggeration as ejaculation and I was like: Then it turns out that when I reach up to write on the board you can see my underwear. So i've pretty much flashed my class multiple times like: And then I accidentally kicked a child like:
  20. 2 points
    Gallus didn't really care that this was supposed yo be the best cider in Equestria. He also didn't really care that he had been in detention the one time that Professor Applejack had brought in some mugs. What he did care about and he cared a lot about was when Sandbar laughed and said he thought Gallus would cough and hack the first time he had a mug. Gallus wasn't going to let some four-legged snack food tell him what he can and cannot do. So that was why Gallus found himself camped out in front of the Sweet Apple Acres cider sale booth. He hadn't arrived early like it had been suggested by just about everycreature because=- well, honestly, it was just cider. He didn't expect ponies and otherkin from far and wide to waste all their time by camping out in front of the farm like this. He had arrived the night before and was shocked to see how long the line was. Maybe he could understand why young students and kids like him- not that he was a kid, but others were kids of course- could do this but adults? He had even yelled out last night when he arrived, "don't you all have jobs?!?!" Luckily nocreature had taken too deep a notice of him. But it did present a problem because Gallus hated to wait and he especially hated to wait when he was here just to make Sandbar eat his words. So as everycreature else waited patiently for their turn to come up in the endless line arrayed in front of him, a line that seemingly stretched beyond all relatively compared to the fact they were waiting for cider, Gallus made plans. He flew from tree to tree, slowly making his way towards the front of the line the night before. When the light fell, he made his move. Unlike evercreature else who had brought tents or large, bulky bags and had campfires, Gallus just hada sleeping roll for a pillow. He slid his way in between two tents and took a quick cat powernap. When he woke up many, many hours later? Well, yeah. He had two perturbed looking ponies on either side of them. Neither could puncture his defense- he had always been there, they just hadn't seen him- and so even with their baleful glares piercing him he took his victory sip of water joyfully. He made himself comfortable and worked on nothing at all, instead just lazily enjoying the nice breeze that bracketed beautifully the rippling trees of Sweet Apple Acres. He'd been down around these trees and the family that owned them once or twice before. It was impressive, sure. A lot of farming and working and sweating and grunting to produce some sugar fruit that Equestrians seemed to subsist to the exclusion of all other things. He appreciated all the work that went it as only a griffon with a love-hate relationship with work ethic could: Very little because he felt like they could just catch some fish, and also very impressed by it. He had worked hard before in his life but never by choice. They did. It was a move full of integrity and a showcase of Equestrian spirit and some other fine words and ideals that came across as hopelessly naive to a resident of Griffonstone. What was really shocking is that the longer he stayed in Equestria the more he started to realize that the wool had been over his eyes for as long as he had lived, and it was these ponies that were pulling it off and allowing him to see through a muted haze of the world into the bright, pastel colored reality he denied. Damn ponies and their relentless optimism, they drove him to drink! Their cider. Mostly to throw it back in Sandbar's face when he downed a mug without sputtering, the four legged salmon. "Howdy! How ya'll doing this morning? You guys ready for cider season to start?" Gallus leaned out and away from the ponies next to him to shoot a friendly smile at his professor. He liked her. She wore her emotions on her sleeve and wasn't very good at deception, so he felt pretty confident around her. "Hey there, Professor. I heard you have some decent-to-okay cider, thought I'd give it a try," he said loud enough for her to hear. He was close, but not at the front, and certainly not close enough to speak normally after all.
  21. 2 points
    Magnus stretched as he awoke inside his tent. It was fairly small and plain, but it served its purpose. Even with his noble status, he doubted he could ever truly go back to opulent possessions. Even his bed at home was nothing fancy. Pretty much everything fancy in his home was just there to placate any other nobles that might visit. Living a life like his taught you to put more stock in function than form. In any case, he soon enough exited the tent after collecting his things, which was mostly just his bags, a traveling cloak, and his sword at the moment. Figuring there was no point in leaving the tent up, he packed it away before starting some morning exercise. At the voice calling out to the line at large, he looked over to see the mare that spoke, Applejack if he remembered right. “I have heard good things about the cider produced here. I’m looking forwards to seeing if they were telling the truth.” He said, continuing his exercises as he did. The unicorn nodded to AJ before starting in on some push-ups.
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    The Clouds in the sky dimmed the light around the town as a cool, wet, breeze blew through. A storm was being brewed in the sky, the pegasai weather team barely visible among the clouds... well mostly... occasionally one certain member of the weather team was highly visible at the very top working on the inner stormclouds - though herself still barely a spec in the distance from the ground. The dim light that managed to find a path through the clouds cast long, dark, creepy shadows across the town, and even more on the woods that nearly surrounded it, reminding everypony all the more that venturing too deep would lead them into the perilous everfree... all across town ponies were trying to hurry about their errands or preparing their shops for the storm, knowing that though they still had time before it was scheduled to start, it was going to be a big one. From deep within those woods though came the sound of quiet laughter, the voice carried on the wind sounding eerie and almost unnatural... then from a dark section of the woods an old and battered hoofball rolled out towards you and the voice echoed from the trees behind it "Will you play with me...?"
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    The rooster crows at the first light. As the sun peeks over the horizon, settled fog is exposed in the valleys of the apple orchard giving it the nonverbal command to quickly disperse. Conditions were perfect. It was a relatively beautiful day with a chilly breeze to remind all living creatures of the coming holiday seasons, the first of which was to be a Ponyville tradition known by ponies far and wide. It was cider season at Sweet Apple Acres! Along the road back to Ponyville from the farm were rows and rows of tents where ponies camped last night in an attempt to try and beat the crowds. The famous cider had created an insane demand for its taste, but the Apple family way of doing things would only yield so much cider for so many ponies to drink. Applejack would always assure everypony that there would be enough cider for all as long as ponies were willing to not take shortcuts and wait for the process of making the best cider in Equestria. And even though she would always be faced with criticism of short supply, she would be right all along and in time everyone would eventually go home happy and Applejack would be able to take a few barrels of cider for her family and herself for the next few weeks. The season wouldn't officially start for another hour or so, but even so several ponies were getting restless in their cooperative lines waiting behind the great cider counter set up at where the farm paths meet the road. The counter was adorned with all the spigots and tools needed to uncork new barrels and squeeze the apple nectar into wooden tankards, which were clean ready for their first pour. Applejack allowed ponies to bring their own vessels for the cider, but if not, she had a rotation of clean mugs ready for every customer that needed them. The sign above told everything everycreature probably already knew. 'Two bits for a cup, limit one per pony per day.' "Apple Bloom, could you bring over that spare pump, I think this one might quit on us at some point." Applejack yelled lovingly to her little sister as the orange mare looked over her counter for problems to minimize. To Applejack this was like any other day, it just had the higher volume of customers and slightly more tourism. Ever since the debacle from Flim and Flam trying to put the farm out of business, a healthy coating of sympathy and appreciation covered the cider season operation, with some ponies offering their help on the back end to make more cider and clean equipment involved in the process. Of course, Applejack was more than willing to pay a fair wage to the ones who earned it. She stepped out onto the road and looked down it, seeing the long line of ponies getting excited for their cider breakfast. The low sun reflected off the luster of the Ponyville road. "Howdy! How ya'll doing this morning? You guys ready for cider season to start?" Cider season wouldn't start for several minutes, but it was still nice to have a little moment to make small talk with the colorful ponies of Ponyville to help them manage their expectations and to gauge how impatient the crowd might become this year.
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    The warm wind was whistling through her feathers as it passed, as if there were secrets it wanted to whisper. The Princess's sun shone brightly, warming her feathers. Her... singed... feathers... The sunlight was almost bright enough to blot out the embers and shards of wood that were falling down around her, the wind almost enough to deafen the explosions... but both of those were "almost". As she fell, oddly calm and at peace with whatever her fate may be, a large airship above her was exploding. It appeared that the engine had caught on fire and ignited nearby fuel, completely destroying the read of the ship, however, being an airship it would no doubt safely reach port eventually. "waste of some perfectly good coal dust" she commented as she finally shifted enough to turn over and face downward now that she was convinced that she was not being followed. Of course the reason she was not being followed had gone through her mind as well... after all, she was high-profile, even if the proven crimes on her record were minor, it wasn't every day that you get to arrest a legend... so why did they let her go? Trees. Fast Approaching. She took a deep breath and strained, her wings flexing, but still held tight against her body and coat by the chains, same with her paws and claws. "Well, I guess I've had a good run" she said "maybe next life will be better, cant be much wo-" everything went black as she hit the canopy. ----- Harle groaned as she opened her eyes. the sun was still above her was now framed within a griffon-sized hole in the tree canopy... She lay there for what might have been a minute or an hour, but finally the pain was starting to reach her head and she forced herself up onto all fours. The good news was that the fall had broken the chains that held her wings against her side... the bad news is it had been indiscriminate and also broken one of those wings, which was now bent in an angle that would make any wing'd creature wince. Despite this, the fall had done nothing for the shackles upon her legs, whether this could be good fortune, as it did not break her legs too, or bad fortune since it did not break the chains, remained to be seen. Harle dusted herself and her red captains coat off best she could with only one wing and four chained legs, looking around at the trees that were her new temporary home, wondering why the guards had not followed her down, completely unaware of the danger of the forest she was taking shelter in...
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    Taira was nothing if not a wolf of his word. He'd promised not to take any shortcuts with magic while he worked and he was going to stick to that. "Thanks to your family's filling breakfast I'm sure I won't get tired for some time. " He did a few preparatory stretches before bowing his head, "I'll do you proud, Applejack." Thank goodness it was only running he needed to do. If there was one thing Taira did it was run. Well, running and lollygagging. Taking the silver in the running of the leaves was more than enough in his mind he was capable of doing a long distance run. If anything, this would improve his stamina. Seeing the apples already being tossed into the press, Taira didn't waste his time. The swift yokai making his way onto the treadmill and taking his place. He started slow at first, just getting feel to this device. Did she call it a treadmill? Such a curious term. Dwelling on it for too long might affect his performance so he pushed on and in good time made it to a sprint. The stone grinder on the big vats went to work in perfect pace with the Lupine powering it. His run was visibly different to a pony's gallop, more like a speedy series of bounds as he made good time on the device. Soon he caught the scent of something on the air, "Hm! Blueblood is in town... I'll have to bother him once the day is done!" he thought to himself. While Taira was onthe mill he couldn't quite allow himself a distraction but he was happy to see a friend again.
  26. 1 point
    Twilight Sparkle- -No, Princess Twilight Sparkle- -DOUBLE no, Princess Twilight Sparkle Ruler of Equestria- -Looked out over the small fair she had been invited to. For the most part she was busy trying to get a handle on how to run a full national government in the day to day manner it required. Luckily, the positive spirit of friendship and harmony she had helped foster over the years was such that even when she wasn't having to come up with the ideas for them, Equestrians made sure to showcase that they were the best and the brightest when it came to being the brightest and cheeriest in the world. Within weeks of her coronation a number of parties, fairs, and festivals sprung up across the nation. Many of them wore her name on them in celebration and she signed off on most of them. The one in Canterlot however did not wear her name. It was simply called The First Annual Friendship Fair, held by the Canterlot Society for Harmony. It was a small affair to be held in one of the smaller markets of the city, with a couple of vendors and a place for dances and social gathering. A stage for some invited speakers. Humble event for ponies with ambitious goals over the long term, but she believed it was for the best that they start small and work their way to something grander. What did catch her off guard was the invitation. Not that it was sent, of course. Most of these events were inviting her. What shocked her most of all was that she accepted for no reason other than it sounded nice, it sounded small, and it sounded like a good way to get out of the castle. And so Twilight flew herself over to the location where the Fair was taking place, smiling as she came in for a landing. She didn't know what to expect except a good feffot from those who were running the Fair and that was all one could really ask for. A few stalls were out with books and pamphlets offering friendship related activities. An open-doored building to the side had room for dancing and drinks, and some light dance music drifted from it. In the open area in front of the stalls milled a small but growing collection of creatures, many of whom looked up to the incoming Princess with excitement as she landed, making her presence in the Fair known with a gentle landing.
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    And so we've reached the end of our story, or perhaps, maybe we've just reached the end of this chapter? Who knows where we'll go from here
  29. 1 point
    Licorice's grin didn't falter, but anyone who knew him well enough, or anyone who'd been long enough around investigators rather than sentries, might pick up on the faint twitch of an ear and the fact that the guard shifted just a smidge toward his junior that meant that Heart Shield was currently occupying a great deal of Licorice's mental attention. He took a few more bites to finish off his main course, dabbed his mouth with a napkin, and turned a little in his seat so that he could fully face the other guard, coincidentally also putting him a little closer to his companion. "I was in the same position once but you'd be amazed what you can get used to if you guard Canterlot for long enough, and how much you might have in common with folks who come in different shapes." he said, mildly. "Admittedly I've spent more time with Sparkles and their pack than any other diamond dogs, and I may be a little biased."
  30. 1 point
    Toboe still was trying to catch wind of something, before she knew it Nensho's scent was close and then it was immediately upon her when her puphood friend pulled her into a hug. It was a welcome embrace. With it came a rush of relief, a smile coming to her muzzle as she hugged her friend back. "Thank goodness you're alright, Nensho. I was scared I might have lost you in the crash." Toboe nuzzled into the embrace, "Are you alright? Hurt anywhere?" She sniffed at the air a few times again, nose flinching as the wind whipped Nensho's scarf against the end of her snout. He certianly didn't smell like blood... that's good. Wait. There is some blood on the air. Where was it coming fro- The wolf's ears perked as she heard somepony calling out. "Nensho... Do you hear that?" Toboe sniffed again at the air and quickly discovered where the smell came from. It was from under some wreckage of wood and snow not far away from this pair of hugging wolves. Then came a sound that made Toboe's eyes widen. First some muttered words and sound of something igniting. When she turned to the source of the noise she saw a very tired looking stallion with a glowing sword charging at her and Nensho! Thank goodness Nensho and her were in better shape. She'd have to apologize for this later too... Toboe had to push Nensho off and then jump backwards. Letting Squall run past the both of them. With no time to try and turn back into her disguise, Toboe lowered herself and glared at the attacker. "If you know what's good for you. You'll put that ... Glow... sword... Thing. Away. NOW." Her muzzle wrinkled up as she struggled against the urge to bare her teeth. If this stallion came here to start a fight with other survivors, Toboe wasn't having it. Then something clicked in her head! "Wait! Is your name 'Swift'?"
  31. 1 point
    I dunno if the answers are actually in there... The tattoos were probably applied during his time in his hometown, and the necklace could be a similar situation in that it was added onto or was constructed while he lived there. I imagine he had all three before leaving, but that spear could’ve been a farewell present
  32. 1 point
    Cocoa was taken aback, tho it didn't show. She'd heard Ponyville was friendly, but this was a little more than she'd bargained for. She almost giggled. She wasn't used to being hit on --run away from, looked at funny, she's even had crosses held at her, but not usually hit on--, and here this fella was, not such a bad sight, himself, if she was honest, laying it on as thick as molasses in winter. She figured she'd go ahead and see where this led. "Is that so, Mr. Blood?" She started, not sure exactly how did this flirting thing work? She leaned against the counter also, the mixing bowl on her head threatening to disembark from its perch, not that she noticed. "Well, I have a very extensive selection for you to browse." She swayed as she spoke, taunting the mixing bowl. Daring it to topple. Completely oblivious that it was still there. "How are you enjoying the taste you've had so far?" She asked, ending her sentence with her head tilted Tiger's way. The bowl seemed rested where it was.... for a moment. Suddenly, without warning, the mixing bowl that'd been more or less content staying on Cocoa's head through all her motions decided to take a little vacation. It rolled down her forehead and turned over topside down directly onto Tiger's head. The contents gooping all over. Cocoa was mortified.... but also, it was incredibly funny. She stifled a laugh, cleared her throat and said "I'm so sorry! That was my bad. I forgot to put it down! Please don't be mad at me. You can have that Nightmare Moon Candy for free. Take ten more." She continued to panic, thinking she'd lost her first customer, not to mention ruined any chance with the handsome stallion that she only just started to admit to herself she kinda liked. Wait.... did that just come out of her mind-mouth? Hm. Interesting.
  33. 1 point
    Aaaaaah, I love it so much. Thanks so much.
  34. 1 point
    Woo-hoo, it's cupcake time!
  35. 1 point
    @Bellosh Here's your Grubber, sweetie. @PyroBlaze I'll go ahead and take a look at yours, now, then.
  36. 1 point
    "Citadel, this is Bastion 1 Actual, come back." "Bastion 1 Actual, Citadel reads you 5 by 5." "Citadel, good copy. Be advised, eyes on AO, rolling into valley from the South-west." "Bastion 1 Actual, acknowledged. From what you can tell, uh, what's the status of the settlement?" "Citadel, settlement has gone dark. Could be an issue with the Spectra Grid. Break." "...." "Citadel, back on net. Eyes on large illumination in roughly the, uh, the center of the settlement." "Bastion 1 Actual, Afirm. Proceed to phase line and dismount." Lunar: Shadow of Equestria Welcome to the alternative future of MLP, a world which we took but a small glimpse into during the infamous season finale. A lot has changed since Nightmare Moon's segment of the episode, centuries of darkness and restrictions on magic have lead to leaps in technology for pony kind. The Princess of The Night and her new government have also risen a large conventional military, branching off into differing sections of service to defend the Republic. YOU will play as a Lunar Ranger, an operator apart of a small corps of personnel that specializes in combating magical threats. To get an idea of what the Rangers and their sister branches of capable of, along with other bits of world info, I suggest you read the document below before creating a character. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q5uRJNpEUR-OicCRNEWTGVN203eYQTMzJs-Lo1uJs-4/edit?usp=sharing Welcome back, now that you've been acquainted with your friendly forces, and a few of your hostile ones, you can now effectively create a character. Please post them below before the start of the rp. We'll be taking roughly five members for this operation, with myself included in that number. Our team will be responding in support of a company of Lunar Guard Tactical Troopers. After a number of mysterious happenings occur while the company is investigating a settlement, our team will be inserted to not only find missing squads but also discover what exactly is happening their.
  37. 1 point
    I cried my eyes out. Pretty much spent this week rewatching the show with a stream in preparation for the finale, and I ended up crying more this week than I usually do in a year. MLP has been such a massive part of the last 8 years of my life; I never would've journeyed in art and writing without it, I never would've attended cons without it, and I would have absolutely zero of the internet friends that I currently have without it. So, unsurprisingly, I'm feeling a mixture of really cathartic and really depressed feelings even today. I owe so much to this show and fandom that it's nuts. Whatever may come next, I know I'm not getting off this ride.
  38. 1 point
    An older and wiser Princess Twilight Sparkle is visited by a student with a friendship problem. As she attempts to solve it, she looks back on the times she and her friends spent together. This thread is dedicated to discussing the episode before, during, and afterwards. As the thread is now open it may indeed contain spoilers. I ask that potential spoilers talked about or shown before the episode airs stay within the spoiler tags please, after the episode you no longer have to use the spoiler tags, but warning, if you haven't seen the episode yet after it airs, this thread no doubt will have all sorts of spoilers in reviews, images, etc. So tread at your own risk
  39. 1 point
    Don't be sad it's over. Be happy it happened.......
  40. 1 point
    Hey, cool! I, too, have a blind OC. Mythic Vision was born blind, and developed a sort of "second sight" over time. She's never seen like normal, but she gets around with her special ability.
  41. 1 point
    Not too late. As long as I still use this site, I'll likely still take requests. ^v^ I'll take a look at your OC. btw, for anyone, if I finish one of your OCs, and you have another one you'd like me to do, as long as someone else isn't waiting for theirs done, you're more than welcome to ask for seconds.
  42. 1 point
    Am I late here? I haven't been around much here lately either. It's hard to choose which OC I want, but I'd probably go with No Vella for now. Maybe her reading a book or something (Which hoof would she use? Do ponies even have Hoofedness?) Like I said earlier, I'm a bit out of this site for now so you have like, a long time to do this.
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    Gallus understood what the professor was saying. He guessed there was a difference between those who were misled, bitter, and angry and did evil because of that and those who did it because it was simply their nature to do so. Discord was an odd case because it didn't seem like he had been changed at all, not really. It just felt like he had more skin in the game so to speak and was willing to play ball. But the others? Yeah. Well, maybe. If he tried to think too hard about it he could say that Luna was always the victim of the Tantabus and didn't really apply to this discussion, but he figured that it was kind of a moot point since the fact she was trying to get across was that there needs to be room for forgiveness but also a time and a place for drastic, harmony-saving action to take place. Which fit Gallus just fine, he liked hamony-saving action that ended in explosions, like what happened to that dark element that Sunset summoned. Less of an explosion and more of a dispersal of the darkness but the point was well received either way. Sometimes you needed to pow-boom the evil, even if it looked like a little filly. Or especially if it looked like an little filly, or just was a little filly. "Would it be worse if Cozy was a filly and was that evil for no good reason or if she was an evil shapeshifter who just took the form of a too-sweet filly?" Gallus thought about it. "Probably if Cozy is just a filly because that would mean if you blasted her into Sombra chunks you'd be blasting a little filly. But eh, evil is evil I guess," Gallus shrugged, leaning towards Yona. "Plus, making bad guys go boom is kinda like smashing, right?"
  45. 1 point
    Cold..... when was the last time he felt....so ...cold...? "<GAAASP>" Swift's eye suddenly flashed open. How long was he out? With great effort, slowly, he started to drag himself upwards. Just as he finished, noblepony felt a wave of nausea wash over him. His vision was a little blurry, and he felt like throwing up. Swift refused to be overcome by this rebellion of his body. Through the gritted teeth, and using breathing exercises he learnt not so long ago, the rebellion in his body was quickly squashed. Now....where was he....? And what happened? Well, that crimson stain on the snow, where he was laying moments before. Carefully, Swift reached with his hoof to the back of his head. A sharp, if brief, surge of pain confirmed his suspicions. He received a nasty blow to his head. Probably from piece of airship when the vessel was torn apart by the northern winds. Probably got a concussion too, if nausea and blurry vision was any indication. Then again, he wouldn't be able to think clearly if that was the case. Perhaps snow acted as the compress that reduced swelling? His thought were interrupted by a sound of distant thunder. Swift took his eye from his own spilled blood and looked at the source of the rumble. A wall of low hanging storm clouds, stretching across the horizon was the source of that noise. "So near Rimestorm Line......?" he muttered to himself with a raspy voice "No...." Swift added while shaking his head. ".....beyond it. This tempest dragged us so far north?" The implications were grim. 'Rimestorm' was a barrier of perpetual thundersnow that barred entry from further northern lands.....Not that there was anything to explore according to common opinion. Most believed that behind the 'Line' was nothing but a frozen wastelands. Well, at least frozen part checked out, seeing that Swift was on what could be described a large stone shelf - so large he couldn't judge extent of it's size - protruding from the mountainside... The chattering quickly reminded the noblepony that this was a poor moment for sightseeing. His jacked wasn't adequate as the protection from elements but maybe something in his pockets....? "Oh..." Swift gasped when he pulled out and ignited one of his spellsabers. The pleasant warmth and emerald glow it emanated should keep frost at bay - for now. Not the intended use, but beggars can't be choosers. Speaking of beggars, the fragment of airship that was near him was the one with window...and the expensive looking crimson curtains. After some modifications, Squall was now equipped with somewhat unusual cloak. The rest of the fabric was now wrapped around his legs, to protect them from snow. Unicorntook the other one with him as well. Fire will surely need protection, seeing that she didn't brought her trusted, element shielding armor with her for this trip. Of all time when it could be useful.... "I am coming Moto...." Swift muttered while he followed the trails of debris. Fire had to be nearby one of the fragments right? Right?! But noblepony didn't walked far before two silhouettes started to be visible thought the falling snow. Only one kind of creature could cast that shape so far north. An arctic worg, a behemoth of the wolf that - out of necessity - didn't shied from any kind of meat. Including that of the ponies.Those two....if Fire was hurt and they were next to her....!!! "Over my dead body." Squall muttered, pulling out his second spellsaber as it buzzed into life. His step quickened, as he charged forwards, preparing to meet this new threat head on!
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    Applejack thought it time for the kiss, and so she leaned in- and then briefly, imperceptibly, stopped. She gulped, though it was hidden behind a smile. Naj was not Ocellus or some new Changeling that could only be imagined as the new, friendlier, kinda doofy breed that embraced Harmony. Applejack remembered how Naj looked. She remembered what she had heard about her upbringing, what she had done. Applejack knew Naj was great and had a great heart. But Applejack had memories. Queen Chrysalis, fooling Applejack. In Roam, on a date for charity. Alone all night. Sucked dry of her love for everything, taken advantage of in the worst way possible.It had taken her weeks to recover physically and emotionally just from the attack itself, to feel something again. If sh was honest with herself it had never fully gone away, the pain of what happened, and never would. It would be a cold day in Tartarus before Applejack could forgive Chrysalis. But she'd be damned if she allowed that color her perception of anyling else, even if the last time she kissed one... Applejack disallowed the cycle from starting over again, taking Naj by her cheeks and pulling her fiercely towards Applejack. The mare then planted a deep, wet kiss on Naj and allowed it to linger. When she was done she let Naj go. "Well, Ah hope you still look for a place 'round these parts. Yer a damn fine citizen of Ponyville and we're lesser without ya," she said, ending with a deep-throated laugh. She swept the bits up with her hoof. HEr heart stopped beating a mile a minute and the anxiety that had threatened to take root, the thumping of blood in her ears, banished with the dark memories. It was a good time to be Applejack and an even better time to be Naj. After all, she had a heck of a bushel. "Enjoy yer bushel. Should keep for a while. They also make good food when yer...away from town for a while. 'Course Ah'm biased, but that don't make it any less tha truth Naj. Don't be a stranger now, ya hear?" *Naj* Kissed 1-10 11-20 21-30 31-40 41-50 51-60 61-70 71-80 81-90
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    ‘For most they have looked back, pondered what they have done and try to explain some worth in it. They did it for some just aim, some just hope. Just. Yet I never did. I wanted anarchy. No flags, no governments. Be it one based on blood or some voting. Well I have lived this life for about a year and a half it was nothing short of eye opening. Yes I’d have joy and loss before and during this time. But when I looked at his ship, my crew, I felt something more. It was not just a ship. Not just some crew. This was home and they are family. All had a voice, all had a say. This freedom they all took with me and love it. Nothing may judge them but there own souls and much to a cold chuckle, many of them found that soul very dark. When one strips away the fears of government laws and punishments even the most timid of souls may uncover new found joy. Be it rum, gold, wenches or the lust of battle. Well I was never timid I found my own soule very willing to go places I’d never dream of without even a hint of regret or pity. Like Rose told me, I found freedom and did not regret what I am becoming. What shame can I put on myself when it all felt so good? Decks full of gold, family singing and cheering with rum and mares aplenty! If this life was one of sin and darkness than I have no wish nor ragrets for the other side-’ “Ahoy cap'n! Got th' notes o'hirin' put out'n done, by all th'bars. Even got some callers t'poke heads in'n let it be known ye be hirin'.” Draco shifted the ink quill between his clawed fingers as he looked down at the unfinished page of his book. A biography on his life. With luck he’d live to add many more chapters. Leaving the pages open to dry he put his quill away and got up from his desk. Well he did not sleep in the captain's quarters it was his room to think, read and store maps, books and more. And of course it was open to all his crew. For many of them that can’t read he’s taken to having times of book reading for them. It really did help the crew all bound with one’a other. Looking over at one such mate he nodded his head. “Good work, with luck it will not take too long for some to make way. The day is yet young and I have not visited one establishment of drinking yet!” He says laughing. “Do give whatever comes here a good welcome. We have room for plenty more and I do not think we’d be so lucky as to staff up 30 souls before the sun falls.” Making his way to the door he gave his crewmate a slap on the back. “Now get going, we are at the ports of ports for are kin. Go get em tiger!” The pegasus nodded his head, a younger pony he picked up not to long ago from a ship he boraded. A fine lad, he’s taken to the crew and life well. “Aye cappten! thank ye!” Watching the young soul rush off to get in to some good troubles Draco followed him out to the ships deck. He’d be here all day, as the notes and callers all told, he was hiring for one day only. Well he loved Puerto Aguila, she was the port cities to end all port cirts for his walk of life, she was one giant sinkhole for gold. So it was best to keep trips short and he was already here a week. Stay a week longer and he’d be out of gold.
  48. 1 point
    "Oh my..." Fluttershy watched as the rescue went on to get their leader out of the quicksand. Sombra was actually trying to help her and the kind pegasus didn't forget to note it. She had always been a believer of the baddest of beasts having a glimmer of goodness. Maybe she had been wrong about Sombra being a monster. Maybe he was just like the baddest beasts. Even the scariest of ponies could have a tiny spark of good. That was all she was willing to offer him though. She'd heard to much about his past to give him any more credit than what she was seeing in the moment. "Just a little while longer friend." She spoke as she hovered above the deer. The little squirrel was doing her part still sitting in the deer's antlers and patting him on the head. "Once you're out of here I think you'll have a new friend!" The squirrel blinked up at Fluttershy and chittered. "I'm sure it won't be long now, don't worry..." She glanced over to the side of the sand morass and watched as Ali was offered the rope from above. "Where is Applebloom?" Fluttershy got more and more nervous as she realized the little filly wasn't with the others. "Oh my..." She tried her best to keep her worries to herself as she waited for the Captain and maybe even Sombra to help get the deer out of the sand.
  49. 1 point
    The silence was deafening. Apple Bloom was gone for some time. It took a while to guide ponies, guide deer, out of quicksand. Alone it would take hours, even half a day. With help? Much faster. But still a long time. Long enough for the sounds of silence to be louder than any thumb, roar, hiss or scream. Apple Bloom walked into the forest and not a peep after. She had explored many woods before. Many of them dangerous. She had come prepared with a readied retort to whatever malfeasance showed itself to be the architect of these woods' sorrow. Or so she had convinced herself, full of the fire of her indomitable youth as she was. Still not a peep. She had fought monsters before, learning earlier than almost possible that this magical land held dangers and horrors that existed to cut short her tether. Mostly in losing efforts had she engaged, but she had fought enough of Equestria's nastiest to have a sense of bravado and can-do that could rival any filly or colt her age in the history of Equestria. Even many adult ponies were less than well equipped to handle the world's worst in comparison to the apple filly. Maybe her confidence was ignorance masquerading as a virtue but it existed nonetheless. It would often beat so loud that it could be heard by other ponies in the swagger that tinged her voice when the possibility of threats was discussed. It thrummed and beat and shook and caused those around her to vibrate to her, at least to some degree. A breeze. The trees swayed seductively, beckoning others in its subtle cruelty to explore them. Whatever malice had taken hold of these woods seemed to salivate at the aggression of these invaders, their desire to help a welcome change. Such outward malice often held a kernel of vulnerability and weakness, bulwarked by the shield of untoward mania taking the form of deceit and temptation. But seduction and temptation, it took many unique forms. And it loved to prey on the swagger of the kind-hearted and good-natured. The glee with which it had attracted the attention of a little filly with a vibrant heart was palpable. It wanted nothing more than to separate it from the others. To snatch it away. Without it, the silence in the woods was deafening.
  50. 1 point
    Name: Felicity Silverbeak Sex: Female Age:Teen Species:Griffon Physique & Color: Felicity is a pale gray, and white that runs from her chest to her underbelly. She is a mix of a Cockatiel and a lynx which makes her shorter than most griffons, but almost as tall a full grown Mare. Being part cockatiel Felicity keeps her feathers laid back against her head( Like so ) and are relatively kept short. When startled or surprised the feathers on her head raise or when she feels threatened and cornered the feathers lie completely flat against her head. Her claws are also a dark gray with black talons. Eye Color: Violet Origin: Solstice Heights Roleplay Type:Mane RP Occupation:Animal Assistant and Garden caretaker Motivation: Her only motivation so far is to take over the family business of taking care of the woods Likes: Small creatures, ponies, sunbathing, reading, friendship Dislikes: Fire, havoc, and fights Character Summary: When Felicity was still a babe her parents were forced to give her up. They were on the run and did not wish to have their child grow up to this example they really wanted her to be different from all the other griffons. It was never clear as to why they were on the run the couple didn't explain, but they left their pride and joy in the gentle hooves of two simple ponyfolk who willingly took Felicity into their home with no questions asked. Felicity's parents told the ponyfolk not to tell their daughter when she really came from until she was ready and that they hoped to return for her some day until then raise Felicity as they would any other foal. The ponies kept their promise and raised Felicity as if she were a pony and not a griffon from this teachings she learned to be gentle and caring instead of rage filled and power hungry. If Felicity's parents could see how she's grown the would of been proud of her and her accomplishments, but sadly their daughter still did not know that they existed the only Mama and Papa she knew were toe two kind ponies who raised her. Everything changed when the ponies told Felicity of her true background and nature how she was given up by her real parents to keep her safe and that they didn't know where they were. The news hit Felicity hard and questioned herself as a griffon but a few days after she came to a self agreement that she accepts where she came from but that didn't mean it had an affect on how she acted. Felicity dreams of meeting her parents one day when she's old enough until then she is going to enjoy her calm and peaceful life with her pony parents learning how to take care of gardens and small creatures. No pony knows how Felicity because the way she is a cockatiel and a lynx mix was far beyond what the Silverbeak's are known for. Rumours spread that her mother did something to her as an egg causing her to be different from all the other Silverbeak's so when they were on the run none of them would recognize her another rumour is that Felicity's Dad adopted her from an unknown source he was devastated that his love couldn't produce an egg of their own. Not even Felicity knows of how she was born so different from the rest of her clan. She believed the rumour about being adopted from a trader to her father either way she was still a Silverbeak. Ever since learning of her true identity and what real griffons do create havoc for other ponies that cross their path they fight with others for dominance or survival and her worst fear of all was a fire. Long ago a small fire was sparked from a dry season in the solstice heights it only burned almost half an acre before the pegasus ponies put it out when Felicity saw how it devastated the woodland creatures and plants that inhabited it the fire traumatized her and never wants to see it do such a horrible thing again. As for her job if you asked her about it she would tell you it wasn't a job it was like a dream come true tending to the plants with the most gentle touch softly singing to them to help them grow since her foster father told her that talking to the flowers helps them grow faster and stronger. Felicity also enjoys giving a helping talon to her foster mother with caring for all the creatures in their area it took the animals a little while to warm up to the griffon after two months and deep determination the animals trusted her and came to her with barely any fear. Felicity truly enjoys her life among the ponyfolk. Felicity also has a dream to travel to the most well known places of Equestia in hopes to find her parents and of new friends. Drawn by ChelseaGold
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