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  1. An ear twitched Chesster's way, and his earlier smug smirk made a reappearance across his muzzle, baring a sharp fang. The casual way in which Chesster spoke amused him, although he didn't laugh. "I always did like to make an entrance. I enjoy seeing how my enemies quake." Sombra spoke just loud enough so that if there were any crystal ponies within earshot, they would hear him. It was only to rattle them a little more, and for his own amusement. It always would be when it came to the ponies he hated so much. "Fear is mine to wield, and it always will be. An umbrum who cannot use fear, and inspire fear in his enemies.." Sombra trailed off, dropping his deep voice to a volume only Chesster could hear, "would make a very poor one." The sentence was finished differently than he'd intended to say it, reminding himself that although he was on somewhat-friendly terms with this particular crystal pony, all in good sport of course, he didn't want to make any weaknesses apparent for his kind. Umbrum who could not sow fear, would likely starve in time. It wouldn't do him any good if he failed at what he was meant to be best at, outside of his skill in dark magic and strategy. A low chuckle rolled out of the king and he gave Chesster a sidelong glance, an eyebrow arching. "So that was you, was it? As much as it did annoy me.. I suppose I can appreciate that you would prevent such a possibility.. and despite your interference in this, I still hold some power over the other competitors. I'm sure you see how they look at me, and shrink back from my presence." He was pleased, and it showed in the tone of his voice. Sombra quieted when the other two competitors stepped out onto the tilt yard. His reveal and the challenge of the jousting tournament had successfully weeded out their weaker opponents, and it left them with not as many ponies to get through before they could finally face each other. All that would be left, would be the victor of this particular match. The competitors that were in it, Sombra noted, were just as affected as the remaining crystal ponies in the crowd. It was good. It meant they would be easy to overthrow, for either of them.
  2. His lance had been replaced as it was needed, and King Sombra faced the tilt yard, waiting until the crystal pony was ready. Seeing them dash forward, he threw himself towards the tilt-yard, charging down his side of the fence again as he'd done before, his lance at the ready. The crystal pony's lance finally landed a blow and shattered on his armor, and it took effort from Sombra to keep on his hooves and not allow the blow to unsettle his footing. His own lance struck the pony's armor, and splintered. Victory. A vicious smirk crossed the stallion's face, seeing the pony crash into the ground out of the corner of his eye as he continued down the tilt yard and circled around once more. Sombra paused at the edge to watch the crystal pony pick themselves up before he bothered to replace his broken lance with another. It was always a pleasure to see one of the crystal ponies fail, and in this case, face-plant the dirt. The way the crystal pony lifted his lance skyward intrigued Sombra and the king inclined his head, his dark brows furrowing. Was his opponent surrendering? Good. It pleased him to see the pony admit defeat before his king. The umbrum straightened, lifting his head high even in the face of the shaken murmurs from the crowd and the crystal ponies among them. Removing his lance and replacing it on the rack, Sombra strolled back to where he and Chesster had been sitting on the edge of the tilt yard with his familiar, confident stride. Crystal ponies backed away from him, leaving him a clear path to saunter right back to his seat where he could sit himself and rest to watch the next match. Chesster's blank, faceless helm earned a curious glance from Sombra as he wondered if the other stallion had anything to say about his match. He was terribly curious. Not that he needed any praise or compliments, but they were always nice to hear. The king also noticed that Chesster didn't seem at all rattled. Either he really had suspected it all along, or he simply had a stronger spine than most.
  3. King Sombra's ears perked towards the word reform. Reform? What did that mean? His brow furrowed again and he heard the mare out, hoping that what she was saying would shed some light upon what she meant by reforming him. So, too, was he bothered by her comment about he'd taken it to 'a whole other level.' His expression fell into a faint scowl and he leaned his back up against the back of the chair, slouching in his seat. "You would be smart to think of hearing my side of that story. Your phrasing has made it clear that you know absolutely nothing about what I went through, and my reasons for what I've done. Make no mistake, I know what I did was wrong, and I went through with it anyway. I have no regrets." The king's eyes narrowed briefly before he let his face relax, making a note of how the mare's attitude and body language changed. Gloomy. He inclined his head and swept the room with his gaze, considering if he should soften his approach.. just a little. If this mare really did want to help and to make things better in Equestria, then she was doing more than most ponies cared to try. Even if he felt he didn't need help from anypony, he might allow Raven to try and see what she could offer. "It is not wrong," Sombra stated at last at a low rumble. "You are putting in effort other ponies have not the strength to. I may allow it, as you would be correct on one thing: I have no place to live, to rest, or bathe. Nopony has yet offered me such a thing, especially when I am penniless and have nothing to give them in return." He snorted softly. "If you wish to hear it, perhaps I may deign to tell you my side of this 'story' regarding the Crystal Empire over.. dinner." Sombra jerked his snout towards the table between them. "When I am finished, I have a few questions I wish to ask you, for my own curiosity."
  4. At first, it came as a disappointment when he didn't manage to knock his crystal opponent off of their hooves, but as long as he struck them, it didn't matter. What did matter, however, was breaking his lance against his opponent. It didn't happen, this time. It wasn't a strong enough hit, but he certainly noticed how he'd affected the pony. Even from opposite ends of the tilt-yard, Sombra could see the pony practically shaking in his sabatons. It was amusing, too, to see how the pony attempted to remain determined. A smug smirk crossed his muzzle, although it didn't reach his eyes. They were blazing, full of hate for the crystal ponies he was surrounded by again and the cheers from the crowd he knew only to be for his opponent. Sombra knew why, of course- why cheer for the very tyrant that hurt them? Dismissing them, he focused on the task at hoof and started forward again once he saw the pony do the same. Moving back up to a gallop again, Sombra charged down the tilt-yard for the other competitor, his lance aimed again.. and this time he managed to knock the crystal pony clean over. It was an accomplishment, but not one the king would allow to go to his head. He had a tournament to win, and his ego could wait. Sombra came back around to the side he'd originally started on, taking the time required for the crystal pony to get to his hooves to check his armor and his lance, making sure everything was still as it should be.. and whether he'd have to replace the lance at all. It didn't appear that he'd have to. Grunting to himself, Sombra readied himself again, impatiently pawing the ground with a hoof. His eyes briefly flitted up to the stands where the ponies still cheered, and around to the edge of the tilt-yard where he spotted Chesster, standing. Sombra averted his gaze, focusing ahead again and ready for the third tilt.
  5. Sombra saw Midnight looking at him out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head in time to catch the curious glimpse of the areion's fangs. These strange bat-winged ponies had fangs, as well as slit-pupiled eyes like himself. It made him wonder where they came from, what created them.. if anything at all had anything to do with such ponies. Corrupt pegasi might be one such possibility, knowing the nature of certain dark magics, but Sombra highly doubted it. "Makes sense," Sombra replied, a short and simple response. His eyes flicked back towards Canterlot Castle, where he knew the royal sisters to live. It was something of an amusing thought to know that he was right under their noses, and they weren't any the wiser. He hoped it would stay that way. He didn't want to know what would happen if they discovered him here. A fight? Another attempt to banish him or lock him up? The worst place he could think of that wasn't back to that icy void would be Tartarus itself. The mere thought of being imprisoned again almost made him shudder; he had to suppress it so that Midnight wouldn't start asking him questions. The king was distracted from his thoughts again by Midnight's question and he quietly grunted. "I don't really need to eat, but if you insist, perhaps I'll join you for your.. meal break and try out what foods Equestria has to offer. I do hope it is more interesting than Crystal Empire fare." Meaning, more variety and flavor than the empire's strange crystal foods. Although they weren't really crystal, they were just affected by the same magic that gave the crystal ponies their glittering coats and manes. To an extent.
  6. King Sombra quietly grunted and cast Raven another sidelong glance, this one a curious one. What sort of magic could she do with a cracked horn? It made him wonder, and he filed it as another question to ask her once he even broached that topic. For now, he kept his silence, letting Raven talk on the way through Canterlot's streets and towards one of the few buildings left still with their windows lit. It was a restaurant. Sombra paused in front of the building to give Raven a look, his brow furrowing in confusion. Help him? So she knew who he was, but why help him? He was a monster, the very king of monsters, who was responsible for the terror and trauma the crystal ponies went through during the time of his reign. And she wanted to.. help him. He was still torn between wondering if she was merely bold, or foolish. He wanted to lean towards the latter, but the fact that this mare had managed to keep it together and wanted to stick around and help him spoke of something of her character. Perhaps he'd come across one of the few ponies who was an individual, a pony who thought for herself and stood up to the threats and challenges of life rather than running away. His opinion about her might change yet. The tall stallion followed her into the restaurant, idly sniffing at what scents of food there were as he seated himself across from Raven. The waiter arrived, and Sombra was caught by surprise when Raven chose to order cider for the other ponies present. It spoke of wealth, and her earlier mention of a Dupone family made it much more clearer that she was from a distinguished house. However, it still meant nothing to Sombra. Seeing her look, he waved a hoof at her, indicating that she might as well go ahead and order something for him. If she knew what was good, then she was free to order it if she wished. He would try whatever it was, so long as she didn't deliberately get him something disgusting as some sort of.. prank. "So. What was it that you meant by 'the least you can do for Equestria' by helping me?" Sombra ventured to ask, first. It was one detail that'd snagged at his mind, an important one that implied.. something. Something he might not like, depending on what her answer was.
  7. The fear that rippled through the crowd after his reveal was palpable, and he breathed deep of it. It was a feast for an umbrum, made better by the crystal ponies present. King Sombra took a black and vicious pleasure in it, and knowing that they would never be able to escape from him, that they would know he would never die. That he could never be killed, no matter their efforts. His decision to reveal himself, while risky, meant that he would have some control over the situation. With him, it would always be about control, so long as he never found a reason to change. Nothing so far had ever given him that reason to change; he was comfortable where he was at, unchallenged. Sombra worked himself up from a trot to a gallop once he was on the tilt-yard proper, charging down his side of the fence with his familiar aggressiveness and solely focused on the opponent that he'd successfully unsettled. They were afraid, he could see it in the lines of their body and on their face as they attempted to recover and face him in this match. He bared his monstrous teeth and aimed his lance, intent on trying to knock the crystal pony over as they met. Sombra felt their own lance hit and glance off of his armor harmlessly. The crowd was working its way back up to its usual cheers and stomping, and Sombra soon became aware why as he reached the other end of the tilt yard, the end of the fence. The announcer was attempting to pass off his reveal as a miscast illusion spell, a mere mistake that they would have somepony fix. Sombra gritted his teeth, snout wrinkling in annoyance. They couldn't possibly take this away from him.. and judging by the way many of the crystal ponies were looking, some of the control still remained with him. They still had their memories, their reminders, and they could see him clearly. The stallion snorted and trotted back around to the side of the fence his opponent had been previously occupying, ready to run down the tilt-yard again for another pass. No matter.
  8. Everything going on within the room, the voice of Black Ice and Stormstride, were paid close attention to by Sombra even while he turned to see who belonged to that oddly familiar voice. His eyes alighted upon Miles, and it took him that moment to register who and what he was looking at. Having been around ponies for a little too long made Miles' appearance slightly jarring within this meeting room, but it- he- was unmistakable. A pleased, fang-baring smirk crossed Sombra's face and he rose, removing his rear hooves from the edge of Black Ice's table to approach the koma-inu. "Why, of course it's me. Who else could even come close to my looks?" Sombra replied, shaking out his long mane. The way it moved, it had a slight wavy movement to it, like rippling shadows. "I thought you were gone, dead perhaps, to the years." Escaped, perhaps, from the Crystal Empire before his curse dragged it down with him. Abandoned him. Truly, no matter how intriguing or unusual the pony or creature, Sombra could trust nopony, and could trust the supposed loyalty of nopony. In his eyes, loyalty was a lie. It was time for him to discover what happened with Miles after his defeat, and the Crystal Empire's disappearance from the world, and see if there was anything to Miles's loyalty. Behind him, the conversation went on between Black Ice and Stormstride, the latter pony answering the question Sombra asked. Equestria had no real protection and, as he could guess, no real army to speak of to deal with the real threats it'd been putting up with. It was both disappointing, and not surprising. The royal sisters seemed to have gotten soft over the years, and they'd let their citizens be soft, too. Spoiled, sheltered foals who put their princesses upon a pedestal. If he'd managed to regain the Crystal Empire and could actually go through with something he'd been thinking about, a plan he'd been toying with, Sombra would have likely met no resistance in his attempt to conquer Equestria, too. It would've been done for a variety of reasons, and for the umbrum most of all.. But that had never come to pass, and the umbrum were never freed. The king knew, in some small way, that they were just using him to achieve their freedom when he'd never asked to be their champion to start with. An ear twitched towards the word, orphan, and Sombra paused to listen. It was surprising to hear that the angry Stormstride, and her brother Buck were- had been- orphans. He made a mental note to get to know the pair sometime, if he could. Perhaps he'd be able to work with them too if he was given a chance to. He wanted to know more about them, why such grey-furred ponies also had curved horns when nopony else he'd seen ever did. The shadow king stepped up near Miles to glance back over the room, noticing there were two new arrivals. A new pegasus, and a certain bat-winged pony he recognized. An eyebrow lifted and he grunted, amused. It figured he'd see Midnight here of all places.. His attention drifted back to Miles, deciding he'd paid the rest of the room enough attention for now.
  9. The mare didn't react the way he expected her to and it disappointed him. In revealing his real name, he would think ponies might react with fear, to flee or quake in their horseshoes once they realized who exactly they were dealing with. The king of monsters, and the tyrant of the Crystal Empire. Yet, this mare chose to react with a pun. Was he losing his touch? It wasn't a good sign if he was- it meant starvation if he couldn't feed off of their fear. A heavy sigh escaped him, as though he dealt with plenty of puns and he'd found hers especially wearying. One thing was made certain: she did know who he was, or suspected it. "If you can call it good companionship," he muttered, turning in place and falling into step by Raven's side. An ear was still focused on her while she asked her questions, told him a little about herself and even went so far as to dare offer him a place to rest. Him, a mere, intimidating stranger. It puzzled him. His brows furrowed and he glanced over at the mare, wondering if she was simply clueless, or foolish. Still, he had to admit, he did need a place to stay.. a place to rest his head, and somewhere that would allow him to bathe. After the first chance he'd gotten to bathe in Equestria, he wanted to do so a little more regularly if he could help it. "You would be correct. The Frozen North; more specifically, the Crystal Empire itself," Sombra answered truthfully, as if he intended to confirm any suspicions about him. "As it stands, I don't really have a place to stay. I was lingering around Ponyville for a while." After he'd admitted that, he glanced over at Raven after how she'd seemed to ramble and noticed that slight change in her expression. She certainly seemed worried now, but about what, Sombra couldn't be sure. "Do you really intend on offering me a room? We only just met. It seems.. strange. You could be inviting home a thief, or something worse. Are all ponies in Equestria like this?" Sombra still intended on asking the mare about the crack in her horn, a more substantial answer than 'abnormality', but that chance would come in time. He was merely being patient, and following the flow of this conversation.
  10. A dark eyebrow rose in disbelief. Did ponies put the royal sisters on so high a pedestal that they believed the princesses to be omniscient? Gods? King Sombra quietly scoffed and rolled his eyes. They weren't gods, they were vulnerable, but long lived, immortals with great power- and still ponies. They were flawed beings, they made mistakes, they could lose, they could fail. Though they defeated him, they had lost the Crystal Empire to his curse, had failed to protect the very ponies he'd been hurting and terrorizing during his reign. He knew exactly what he was doing; there was no excuse not to know. They weren't omniscient, nor could they know he returned, although he was sure that somewhere in the backs of their minds, they might suspect his potential to return. Sombra could only hope they thought him truly dead after the way the Crystal Heart's magic had torn him apart before the eyes of their pawns, the very pawns they'd sent to prevent him from retaking the empire. He knew, for certain, that the new crystal princess was just a puppet they'd placed upon the empire's throne.. no matter how much like Amore she seemed to look, but he'd only managed to catch a glimpse of her when she flew by him that day. A scowl had settled on Sombra's face while he walked, and some of it lingered when his mind came back to the present, becoming aware again that Midnight was talking about how he hadn't foalnapped some 'princess of love' unlike this Queen Chrysalis figure. He sifted through his mind, letting what'd been said catch up to him with recall. "As I've said before, you certainly seem to make a lot of assumptions about me. I had my reasons for taking over the Crystal Empire, and it'd been the only choice left to me too. I do not have dreams about taking over kingdoms. I hardly dream, or sleep, at all," Sombra grumbled. A soft grunt was the response to the apology. Offended? Maybe he was, a little. "The original part of the city?" he repeated, musing. It might be interesting to see it, something that made it clear that the capital city of Canterlot wasn't so perfect as it tried to present itself. Although he knew the truth, especially when it came to ponies. Remaining quiet, Sombra continued to walk with the areion and began to notice the change in the structure of the buildings until they finally reached Old Canterlot, and he eyed the wooden buildings and their more dated architecture. "I can see why they wouldn't," Sombra quietly commented. Those stuck up so-called nobles thought they were too good for anything. The mention of it being in the shadow of the castle drew his eye up to the skyline, where he could still see the spires and towers of the marble castle against the star-flecked blue-black night sky, and the moon. "Why do you.. areion live here?"
  11. King Sombra could see how he'd affected the mare through those subtle details in her body language, as well as her voice when she finally spoke up again. One of his ears twitched and he glanced up, looking at the surrounding street and pondering where he'd even seen restaurants further back. He knew he'd caught the scents of food wafting out of the building whenever a pony entered or exited one. Maybe he'd be able to find them again, if he really was deigning to help her despite what he'd already told her: he didn't know any restaurants here. His brow furrowed. "The name, your house, means nothing to me. I'm not from around here, or Equestria at all," Sombra replied flatly. It did sound like it'd been a name, a family, of some importance once, but he didn't know what kind of importance. Royalty? Wealthy? He lifted a shoulder in a small shrug and turned his intense red gaze back upon the mare, Raven. She'd said her name was Raven. "There will be no mister." Sombra paused, considering what name he would give her. He had two choices: to give her a fake name he'd thought of, despite how obvious it was when paired with his appearance, or he could simply tell her who he really was with a little theatrics for his own entertainment. See how Raven reacted to that, if she would recognize who he was at all. The Equestrians' knowledge of him was patchy at best. Either they might have heard some mention of him in the history books, or didn't even know who he was, much less recognized him by appearance alone. It.. intrigued him. Was Equestria's education so -- poor? "Sombra. I am Sombra." Settling on a decision at last, the king gave the mare his name, unintentionally doing the same as she was: pulling himself out of his rambling thoughts. After he'd been stuck in that icy void of a prison for a thousand years, he'd had nothing to do but think, and often he felt as if he were trapped within his own mind, his thoughts pulling him away from the world around him for whatever crossed his mind. "I suppose I can attempt to show you the way to whatever might still be open. I know I passed a few on the way, though I didn't stop for them. I don't know Canterlot."
  12. It was Sombra who was the silent one, a single ear cocked Chesster's way and taking in all of the crystal pony's comments and observations while he watched the jousting competitors face off. Their numbers thinned as jousters failed their matches and walked away defeated. Soon it came time for Chesster himself to go on, and Sombra was surprised for a split second before he remembered that they were both competitors too- sitting on the sidelines had made him forget. His interest piqued, and the king straightened up from his slight slouch. Practice was one thing, getting to see Chesster in an actual match was entirely another, and it excited him. A little. He'd get to see Chesster in serious action, and judge whether he'd be able to exploit anything should he make it far enough for the crystal pony to become his opponent. Sombra quieted his thoughts and concentrated on the pair, making notes of how equally matched they were until Chesster pulled off something daring to win. It'd been a risky move, but he'd managed it and claimed victory rather than making a mistake and failing. Sombra was going to remember that. What bothered him was that he wasn't quite sure how to deal with Chesster himself. Those dark eyebrows of his rose at Chesster as the stallion made his way back over, wordlessly expressing how he felt about the win: impressed. It was rare for him to show anything of the sort, but he'd allow it this one time. Soon, much to his surprise, the fake name he was given was called out by the announcer. Something like dread coiled in his stomach and Sombra pushed himself to his hooves, stepping past the lances the tournament left for its competitors and plucked one out, locking it onto his armor as he made his way around the edge of the tilt yard to his side. He could see the pony he was to face off against doing the same on the opposite side. Upon noticing that they were a crystal pony, he knew exactly what he would need to do in order to gain an upper hoof in this tournament, something that he had been planning from the start. It was time. King Sombra took the little time he had to finally reveal himself. Dark magic flickered up his horn as he removed the illusion around it. No longer did it look like a spiral unicorn's horn, but his own- wickedly curved and red. He knew it would cause a stir among them- Sombra could only hope they didn't try to interfere, panic, or cancel the tournament entirely all because of his very presence. Surely the crystal ponies had some spine. Perhaps they'd even get angry and wish to defeat him, and that anger would make them reckless. A smirk crossed his muzzle, baring one of his sharp fangs to both his opponent, and those near enough to see it; among other aspects of his appearance that would make it well known who it was. Sombra tossed his head and aggressively pawed at the hardpack earth with a hoof before he started forward, intent on the start of the match. If he let himself think, his thoughts and his anxiety would get in the way. He only needed to act and do what he'd been practicing.
  13. A soft grunt escaped him and Sombra fell silent, his ears tilting towards the sound of the mare's voice. "I don't live here so I cannot tell you what unique restaurant you can eat at," he answered flatly. Her mention of a party was enough for him to wonder why she hadn't eaten before she left, and ended up with this apparently difficult decision. Was there anything in Canterlot that could still be open this late? He hardly knew. The only thing that'd become familiar about the city was the way its streets were set up and decorated, the types of shops it offered, and the white marble buildings with their lovely purple and gold roofs. Sombra inclined his head when the pony stepped into the light. The golden glow of the streetlamp altered her colors somewhat, but he could pick out what they might be well enough. He made a note of them, and eyed her horn where he'd seen the flicker of magic. Her horn seemed.. cracked? Perhaps it was the light, or a stray hair, he couldn't tell exactly. Not from here. "Stop apologizing." The statement could've been given harshly as a command, but Sombra carefully decided to phrase it as a neutral statement instead. While he fed on fear, and he could easily frighten ponies in a number of ways, he didn't feel particularly keen on frightening this one. Not unless she started to annoy him, and so far, this was merely an encounter. A pony asking for directions. "I'm new to Canterlot, so I cannot help you." Sombra paused, his head tilting. He could see an advantage in this, possibly, a way he might be able to ask about her horn. It'd been the one detail that was keeping him from simply walking off like a disinterested passersby, leaving this mare alone in the street. "I could escort you, if you wish. There do seem to be some places still open that I've noticed."
  14. The silence seemed to stretch after he'd offered up his fake name, his painfully obvious fake name. Chesster seemed to be staring at him, judging by how quiet the stallion had gone, and something of a shit-eating grin wanted to cross Sombra's face then. It felt, to him, that this sharp crystal pony might have either figured it out at last and was stunned (or frightened) into silence, or Chesster already knew and was absolutely baffled by the name he'd chosen to write down. Either way, it made Sombra want to smile and bare his monstrous teeth. Some of it managed to show through. The shadow king responded to Chesster's advice about memorizing the rules, and he stepped after the other stallion, heading back to the tilt-yard. It was no longer so quiet as it had been before. More spectators had shown up with their fair food, excitedly clamoring to see the jousting begin. There looked to already be a few competitors out on the field, and Sombra eyed them while they circled, glancing away every so often so that he could safely navigate without running into anypony while Chesster lead them to the lances. Sombra picked a spot near them to sit down, where he'd be able to wait and watch the action. His ears flicked back from the announcer's amplified voice, and the event began. The two first competitors faced off, and the heavier pony won the first. Sombra leaned a little ways towards Chesster, an ear turning towards the sound of the crystal pony's voice as he offered up advice, and soon pointed out how Silverlining lost, and Deadlift's flaws. The umbrum grunted softly and straightened back up, considering it. He really would have to keep those rules in mind, and size up the competition that survived before either he or Chesster went out to the tilt-yard, and pick out the competitors' flaws. Keeping that in Mind, Sombra settled in to watch, ignoring the jokes made by the enthusiastic announcer. They were.. poor. Sombra heaved a sigh, and scanned the tilt-yard.
  15. As the night wore on for King Sombra, he began to consider seriously wandering closer to the castle just to start some problems. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do, although a better alternative would be looking for another bookstore he could nose around in, whether it was open or not. It wouldn't be terribly difficult to become shadow and slip through the cracks between the door and its frame. Nothing, and nopony, could stop him from doing it, not even whatever laws Equestria had in place to keep the peace- and Equestria was terribly peaceful so far in his experience. Why STAR needed to exist was beyond him, but Sombra knew he couldn't judge too soon. Something was bound to happen. Movement on the street drew his eyes, pulling him from his wandering thoughts. There were a few ponies on the street and they had been beneath his notice, but this particular movement was a pony coming his way. The tall stallion slowed to a halt, his eyes glittering red-gold in the light cast by the streetlamps. The pony had noticed him, and they were looking right at him. To his annoyance, she had stopped at the circle of light the streetlamp cast, making it difficult for him to pick up on much more than the fact that this pony was a mare. Had to be. Sombra cocked his head, eying her curiously and debating on whether he should acknowledge her. He knew the moment he talked to the pony, any pony, there would be no escape from their chatter and their incessant friendliness. The umbrum took a few steps as if he intended on moving on without a word to the mare, who seemed to be watching him expectantly, and he stopped when he saw the small glow of magic flicker around her horn. A soft rumble rolled up his throat, followed by a sigh. If there was anything that could keep him from wandering off and outright ignoring the pony, it was his damnable curiosity. Everything new and unusual interested him, and he always had to know about it, to learn. "What is it that you want, pony?" Sombra spoke up at last, the silence broken by the deep rumble of his voice.
  16. The night had settled over the world in a great swath of darkness littered with stars, and a single round, silver moon. It lit up part of the night sky, but failed to compete with the golden streetlamps that lined Canterlot's streets in orderly lines, spaced so that hardly a sliver of any street was left dark. The glow of the streetlamps flames, however, still cast great shadows in between the buildings where there was space for narrow alleys and behind the decorative trees. Even at this hour there were still a few ponies on the streets, night owls who were spending the dark hours that they were still awake going from one destination to another. A party, a get together, to hang out with their friends. Among them, spotted on occasion, were the night guard in their darkly colored armor, moving with a confident stride while they kept an eye on the streets to ensure there was no danger and that nopony was up to trouble. There was hardly ever anything of the sort, not in a peaceful place like Equestria- and not right under the princesses' noses. Although, there was one such creature who was still lurking Canterlot's streets this night, somepony who had done his best to hide his more intimidating features. For now. It was only so that he wouldn't get noticed, if anypony was able to recognize him. King Sombra was taking advantage of these quiet hours to get back into exploring Canterlot alone, in the peace and quiet. The stores had long since lost his interest, although he couldn't help peeking in through the large, clear display windows from time to time to see if there wasn't anything new or interesting outside of the norm. Most of the display windows were dark, but there were some stores, and some small restaurants, still open late. Sombra wasn't sure about entering any of them, much less the restaurants. He had no real reason to eat actual food when he could sustain himself on the fear and despair of others- as could others of his kind, the umbrum. This left him with very little to do, and he was slowly tiring of Canterlot. The only excitement was being discovered at any moment, or running into one of the royal pony sisters- yet he doubted they left their castle all that much to mingle with the common rabble.
  17. Sure thing, I could definitely start it. c: Just a few questions before I do~ like what location? Do you want me to make the rp open (for others to join) or invite-only? (i'm honestly okay with whatever option you wanna go with O: ) annd, like day/night?
  18. The grey stallion eventually cut short his practice on the field when it was made clear that he'd had enough. It felt like he had, and he didn't want to tire himself out before the tournament actually began. Besides, he felt as if he'd improved remarkably. There'd been no more embarrassing blunders, and he was actually getting a proper feeling for jousting. Sombra returned to where Chesster and his lackey had been spectating, and spent the time Chesster used to practice to remove his practice lance and allow himself to rest. Sombra couldn't help watching Chesster practice, to see how good the stallion was and to see what it was that he could use against the pony. What mistakes he might be lead to make, anything that would allow him an advantage against Chesster, provided that they both made it to the end and were required to face off against each other. He watched Chesster closely, curious, hoping a detail, any detail, would stand out to him. If he was going to defeat this crystal pony, he was going to need it. The amplified voice of an announcer caught Sombra's attention and he looked towards the direction it came from, his ears perked and attentive. It was about to begin. A mixture of excitement and anxiety swept through him and he rose to his hooves, giving himself a brief, fullbody shake to try to shake the feeling off. Huffing, he straightened, those intense red eyes of his fixing upon Chesster when the crystal pony came his way. Soon. He'd find a way to get back at Chesster, and -- simply defeat the pony at a sport he was good at. If he could. Sombra still wasn't entirely confident in himself when it came to jousting, but there wasn't any chance he'd end up backing out now.. or ever. He would see this through to the end. The question Chesster asked him caught him a little off guard, and he had to seriously consider it. The name he'd put down for himself was a fake name, a pony name, but it wasn't exactly.. creative. At the time, Sombra thought he was being a smartass by doing it- writing down a name close to his own, and never being suspected for who he was. Yet with Chesster, who seemed to be sharp-witted and observant for a pony, even a crystal pony, it would make it painfully obvious who he really was when it was paired with his appearance. Black mane, grey fur, red eyes, tall stature- it wouldn't be difficult for anypony to put it together. Well.. he had nothing to lose. The tournament was about to begin, and that was when Sombra intended on making it clear who he was. "Somber."
  19. King Sombra inclined his head and sneered. "Behind this.. changeling queen? Again, I'm offended. I should at least be considered worse than that." An appraising eye swept over Midnight, ponderous, wondering why this pony refused to flinch in the face of the very king of monsters himself. Either this pony was stupid, foolish, or just plain arrogant. If the areion was underestimating him despite his warning, then Sombra would be sure that Midnight paid dearly for that foolishness. Snorting softly, Sombra tossed his head, his long, wavy mane fluttering and resettling back around his neck and on his shoulders. "Am I on the 'princess' list'? I would have expected they'd think I was dead. Surely they don't still have any suspicions about me." The phrasing of Midnight's statement concerned him greatly. They.. couldn't think he survived, could they? A frown crossed his muzzle and the tall stallion moved, following after Midnight when he wordlessly insisted that he follow. "Old Canterlot.." Sombra quietly repeated, curious. "I look forward to seeing what exactly this 'night-life' nonsense is you speak of. I'm unfamiliar with the term, if it means anything beyond something to do with a nocturnal schedule," the king mused with a flick of his tail. This pony was assuming quite a lot about him to think that he might like this 'Old Canterlot', or this 'night-life'. What exactly was it? He'd just have to follow this pony and see for himself, if Midnight wouldn't bother explaining it along the way. As Sombra often expected from ponies. They liked their surprises, as if they were pleasant things and not something obnoxious or fearful as it truly was.
  20. King Sombra tried not to allow the crystal pony's response ruffle him further. It wasn't as if he'd been entirely serious, after all. But Chesster was correct- he didn't care about the pony, his ego, or anything else. So, too, would he have laughed at the crystal pony's blunder. Didn't he have the right to mock the crystal ponies for everything? Sombra had lived in fear of other ponies throughout most of his life, mocked, bullied, betrayed.. lied to. The princess was responsible for the latter two, most of all, after she'd let him suffer for so long through each Crystal Faire and never bothered to tell him why. So, Sombra felt he had the right to mock the crystal folk- but they, he felt, had no right at all to mock or laugh at him. The umbrum snorted softly and rolled his eyes, shrugging Chesster off. He very well will feel angry about it. He had a right to anger too. "Is that all?" Sombra finally queried, once his question had been answered. Chesster's reasoning for the armor seemed too.. simple, the closed helmet aside. That he could understand. If an opponent couldn't read one's facial expressions, then they'd never be able to pick up on anything one intended to do. The unknown was scary to ponies. A soft grunt left the grey stallion and he straightened up from his slight slouch, pushing himself back to his hooves to tower over Chesster. "Very well then. If I must be patient, so shall you. I look forward to seeing what questions you wish to ask me, however." With a flick of his tail, Sombra stepped away and back over to the practice lances, plucking out another one with his magic and attaching it to the side of his armor. He felt he'd calmed down enough to try the practice field again, as well as the weighted quintain that'd defeated him in his first attempt against it. There was still enough anger left over in him to use, to channel it into knocking his target over.. or whatever damage he'd manage to do against it. After a last glance Chesster's way, to see if the stallion had anything else to say, Sombra went back out onto the field to spend the time he had practicing. He'd need it for the actual tournament.
  21. It was with deep breaths, and idly digging a hoof into the earth beneath him to distract him from the pounding fire in his chest, that Sombra gradually calmed to the point that he no longer felt so.. murderous. That he could think clearly and know, for certain, he wasn't going to do anything rash with so many eyes around. It hadn't escaped his notice that the other ponies had seen his blunder, though the mistake of another pony running into their own target seemed to distract from that, and for that he was glad.. to an extent. The glow of his green sclera had faded to the usual pale white-green, and he turned his unusual eyes upon Chesster when the stallion finally dared to approach him, after sending his lackey off to pick up the pieces. The latter pony earned a brief scowl towards his retreating backside before Sombra focused on Chesster again, his short black tail flicking slowly back and forth like a cat, looking as if he was waiting for the right moment to pounce. Though when the crystal pony was in reach, Sombra did nothing, he merely eyed the other stallion's blank, helmeted head. He was grateful that Chesster didn't dare sit too close. "Another question? It almost sounds as if you want to soothe my damaged ego out of pity, or perhaps pacify me." Sombra cocked his head, fixing Chesster with a look. "I don't appreciate being laughed at or mocked," he added, some of his annoyance over it showing through in his tone. "I don't have to take long to consider the next question I wish to ask you. And it is this: why is your armor different? It is clearly of crystal pony design, yet the color is wrong and you wear a full helmet." The umbrum wanted to add why is that? but that was already another question in itself. He'd just have to wait and see if Chesster's answer had anything in it that would tell him. Brushing off his hoof in the grass, he lifted it to his armor again and idly felt around on the chest again, now that he could focus again. There felt like a small dent after his crash into the weighted quintain, but he wasn't sure if it was worth changing that part of his armor out for. Possibly, yes. It was just a small detail that he let himself get distracted with while he tried to put what'd just happened behind him.
  22. Through the haze, the king became aware of laughter. One was muffled, the other was not. They were laughing at him for his failure. The old, familiar flicker of shame was enough to spark his anger and set his heart pounding; angry that he even felt ashamed, angry that he was being laughed at, being mocked, and most of all- angry that something like this reminded him of memories best left forgotten. The bullies. It seemed stupid to get angry about it, something that had happened over a thousand years ago, but he was upset regardless. The shadow king slowly extracted himself from the heavy quintain and pushed himself to his hooves, using a small fraction of his magic to unhook the remains of the lance from his armor. His movements were stiff in his fury, and his ears were lying flat against the helmet he wore. Chesster's voice was getting closer as the stallion drew near, and Sombra fought the old urge to lash out. It wasn't good to make a scene, more than the one he'd already made by crashing so spectacularly into the weighted target. The others on the field had to have noticed. His tail flicked, dispelling dust from it and Sombra shot Chesster a sidelong glare, the pale green of his sclera glowing a more vibrant shade. "I am quite fine. It is only my pride that is bruised," Sombra growled out, nearly through gritted teeth. "I have accepted worse losses than this, pony." Snorting, his nostrils flaring, the umbrum stiffly turned away and retreated back to the edge of the field where Chesster and his underling, Shieldbreaker, had been lurking. He found a patch of grass to seat himself on and begrudgingly began checking over his armor for any dents or anything else that'd prove to be an issue when they finally went out onto the tilt-yard. The task allowed him some peace and quiet, hopefully long enough for him to cool down before he actually tried to crush this crystal pony under his hoof.. just out of spite. He merely needed to work through his anger, past the old memories and shame and -- most of all, how this one incident only seemed to make him hate crystal ponies more. King Sombra quietly grumbled to himself, his ears splayed out from his head. It looked like he'd have to try for another run at the weighted quintain once he'd calmed himself enough- this blunder couldn't get in the way of his practice.
  23. "Does it not?" Sombra answered with a mixture of boredom and disbelief in his tone. Of course he didn't believe this pony. He'd seen enough, in both the Crystal Empire and Equestria, to know that ponies practically worshiped their princesses, put them on a pedestal, looked to them for guidance and.. hoof holding. The stallion scoffed and, for a moment, became a pony-shaped shadow that swept forward with a suddenness and he solidified again, standing inches from Midnight and leaning close, a growl to his voice. "I am not a common threat. Keep that in mind, pony. I am not one to be trifled with, nor should you underestimate me. It may cost you." Sombra straightened, exhaling heavily through his nostrils and sought to pick back up the mischievous attitude he'd been employing. "Without question? I'm appalled." The flicker of a threat in his eyes, his posture, was gone as quickly as it'd come. "What, pray tell, has forced your hoof beyond a little chat? My existence?" A weary sigh escaped him and he averted his eyes from the areion to curiously sweep their surroundings. "It is the Frozen North, and in it the Crystal Empire. The empire itself is not frozen, though it can still get quite cold despite its protection against the icy elements. Still, I'm not sure what it is you're implying." Sombra was, essentially, just being an asshole. Nitpicking Midnight's phrasing, threatening and toying with him.. it was all just for his own entertainment, to an extent. It covered up other things, other feelings, he had about the treatment he was getting.. although it wasn't unwarranted, not with the way he was simply tossing everything the pony said back into his face. "You did call me a twisted, demented tyrant. What would such a creature know of being a ruler like your dear princesses?" King Sombra quietly snorted and dismissed it in favor of this mention of a bookstore. "Is there such a thing in this city? I'm curious, though I must ask if this bookstore is the only source of information in this city. A city I.. don't feel too inclined to leave so soon, not for so simple a bribe as what you're offering me. I know little about this night life you speak of, much less anything else.. Surely you can entertain a king for a little while without resorting to your threats."
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