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Ignore her and accuse the wealthy landowners who bought off their land? Not the literal sense. What the general public thought, that the people where witches. It was the best example I had at the moment. Also, according to Ashi and Fidley, Griffins have no magic at all. Nothing.

"S-s-s-sorry, I c-c-c-can't help it," Issi timidly said to Scratch, "I'm n-n-not a social p-p-p-pony..." Issi passed a moment by shuffling his hooves as the two ponies walked. He wasn't used to being engaged in conversations with strangers. He barely even talked to anyone when he was roaming around Cloudsdale, how was he supposed to talk to anyone in this new, unfamiliar town? He gave himself a minute to regain his composure before speaking again. It was the only way he'd be able to get through this without breaking down. "So, is the food around here really that good?" Issi finally asked after finally regaining some of his composure, "I don't really know any places around here, so would you mind choosing a place to eat?" Just as Issi finished his sentence, his stomach released a loud, bellowing grumble. In his fit of nervousness, he'd almost forgot that he had yet to eat lunch on his way into Ponyville. The idea of a sweet confectionery treat came into mind as the rumbling subsided. "Do you mind if we stop off somewhere we can get something sweet?" Issi asked, his shyness slowly being replaced by hunger. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you ask me where I was from?" he had almost forgotten the unicorn's question over the command of his stomach, "I'm sorry, I tend to forget stuff when I'm hungry...." It was apparent that the shy brown pony was beginning to warm up to his companion. He even went as far as to chuckle at the white unicorn in as friendly of a manner that he could muster. "Well, I'm from Cloudsdale, I actually just flew in today," he began, putting all his focus into talking to the pony who walked along side him, "I'm actually here for,... well I guess you can call it business. I'm a carpenter of sorts. Well, an apprentice... I actually am Master Prickle's apprentice. I'm starting to work at his workshop this week, but I'm actually going to be staying with him until my house is done and my stuff gets in from Cloudsdale. So how about you Scratch? Are you fro-" Issi sentence was cut short as he ran into a pegasus who stood in front of him collecting apples off of the ground. He had been so enveloped in his conversation that he had forgotten to look where he was going. Issi effeminately squeaked as his chest touched the side of the pony. "OH! I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going....." Issi apologized, lowering his head in embarrassment, his voice slowly becoming an inaudible mumble as he faced the pony in front of him.

It's a mixture of things that made them all turn on her. She's a hippogriff, which already puts here low on the list of tolerated creatures in the Raptorclaw canyon. Next, her parents were a griffin and a unicorn, which puts a lot of the local society at a disposition against her family due to the "unorthodox" union. She can also use magic, which sets her away from griffin society because griffin's can't use magic. This lead to a sort of underline jealousy between her peers. As well, there is a general fear of her from society due to the fact that most griffins in her area do not know of magic. Now, the next few things I haven't put in the story yet, but they will be coming up. In the up coming part of the story, Helga will get her cutie mark. Since griffins don't have a cutie mark, this further set her out as an outcast. As well, the ominous nature of the cutie mark (it being a pentagram) will (further)instill the idea that she is a witch or something along those lines. The last part that will tie everything together into the mob is the outbreak of a strange illness or some accident (I'm not sure which one I'll use yet). This will point the mob to believe that Helga is a witch and is behind the accident/illness, and they'll try to capture her and do to her what Salem, Massachusetts did during the witch trials. I hope this clears things up a bit more.

She looks amazing. Did you do the drawing using the template? Do you mind if I create a character in her clan?

Omg, she looks amazing. I have a feeling she is going to be an amazing rp character.

She has a couple more in the second half I just finished the episode. I'm amazed at all the background character's that got lines. And the end with Twilight was hilarious (as well as exploitable for memes and such). I still love Photo finish though. She definably my new favorite minor character.

I just watched the first half of the episode, and ,my god, it was great. Every scene with photo finish in it was just amazing. I'm so glad that she has a german accent and say "wunderbar". I'm also amazed that bon bon got a line in this episode

I'll keep the sentence thing in mind as I go back to review the story. As for the "burn the witch" thing and the hatred towards Helga, it's because she is in a griffin city. Griffin's aren't know to be the most accepting creatures in the world, or at least how we've discussed it. I think things might be clarified if you read this thread; viewtopic.php?f=22&t=429 As well, for the hippogriff thing from earlier, here is a quote from Ashi from the creature thread;

My god. That hair, those hooves. So HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG! So sad.

Yea, I can see where you'd run into problems using that.

Thanks for your commentary Bramble. Yea, I've noticed a lot of people have been thinking Griffindor is a reference to harry potter. I actually never intended for it to be a reference. It just popped into mind when I had begun writing the story. I'm actually thinking of changing it because so many people are trying to make the connection between harry potter and the story when there is none. I'll probably get to editing that soon and change it to rockwington. As for the story being confusing; it's not entirely complete yet. I still have a good few pages of material to add that brings the entire story together. As for how I wrote it and how it flashes between the past and present, that is merely an effect that I'd thought would help bring out the back story for my character and develop an interesting story. I guess it isn't really working. Once I'm done I might go back and put everything in chronological order. I hope to come back to this story and edit it too, once I develop my writing skills a bit more. Just to throw this one last thought out there; this is my first "short story" that I've written, so I didn't expect it to be great. Now, on the subject of the hippogriff. This story was started on another pony form b y me, where we established that a hippogriff is the offspring of a griffin and a pony. I figured that that was a great plot device, and sorta just ran off with it. I guess I should have mentioned this before. I can change the story around to fit the ponyverse of this forum, but it may take some time for me to rethink and re-write parts of the story. If you have any more to say about the story, go ahead. It will only make my story better in the long run.

Looks awsome. Maybe it could use some sails/wings though.

Name: Marvin Ravenwing Gender: Male Age: young adult (whatever that is in Griffin) Species:Griffin Pelt Color: A dark blue-purple that is almost black with white spots of feathers on his chest and white dipped hind feet Mane/Tail Color & Style: Same color as pelt but silver on end, with the feathers on his head made up into a small line of spikes in the front. His chest feathers are usually puffed out, almost like a mane. Eye Color: a piercing yellow Physique: Lean and buff form years of blacksmithing Residence: Above his Smithy in Rockwington, Smithing center of all of the Raptorclaw Canyon area Occupation: Black smithing, which he is really good at for his age. He even owns his own smithy Motivation: To become a world renown Black smith and have Griffins (and possible ponies and other creatures) visit for his expertise. Likes: Black smithing, iron, the heat of a furnace, a nice customer, sausage (or any good, fatty piece of meat for that matter), strolls through the neighborhood, a nice cold ale at the end of his work day. Dislikes: Half-bloods, anything that isn't a griffin (for the most part), impure ores, the local thugs and gangs, jobless griffins, salads. Character Summary: Marvin Ravenwing is a prodigy of sorts. Ever since he was just a fledgling, he'd worked along side his father in his smithy over at Iron Rock, a small mining town in the mountains over by Rockwington. Even at a young age he'd shown a knack for smithing, making his first knife before he even started primary school. As the years passed, Marvin honed his skills in black smithing, eventually surpassing his father as the best smith in town. By the time Marvin was out of secondary school, he'd become a great black smith and a large and powerful griffin. No one ever dared challenge him to a gauntlet of either the brawn or skill. It was probably for the best, Marvin never like competitions, besides those that involved smithing. After several years of saving up, the large, dark griffin made his way over to Rockwington to open his own smithy. Unfortunately, he'd only saved enough to get a shop on the outside of Rockwington's smithing quarter, the Anvil District, and his shop lay close to the nearby worker's ghetto, offensively named the Slag piles for it's grungy residents and extreme poverty. Yet,Marvin managed to maintain his business and build a reputation as the youngest, as well as one of the best, smiths in the city. As for Marvin himself, he was a kind fellow, hardened a bit from years of smithing and living in Rockwington. He'd always been kind to any griffin who came by, and loved a good conversation. He'd always stop in the street to talk to a passerby for a few moment (hours on some occasions), and even offered jobs to the jobless. In spite of all the crime and problems of Rockwington, Marvin was a model citizen, always standing up for the small guys, which came to as no problem due to his frighteningly brawny appearance. Although being such a kind griffin, he always found a chance to scare off the local gangs and thugs in a uphill battle to better the neighborhood around his shop. It'd be too hard for him to become the best smith in the area if his shop was plagued by those scum. Even though Marvin was such a kind griffin, he still suffered from the social plague of racism and social superiority complex that most griffins were known for. He wasn't one to openly welcome half-bloods into his shop, nor any other non-griffin for that matter. He'd shunned them, as much of the neighborhood had, but it didn't matter much to him. If everyone was doing it, he might as well follow to avoid any bad reputation he might get for associating with non-griffins and half-bloods. But, when all was said and done, you couldn't really blame him. He was just your average country griffin from a mining town who liked a tall glass of ale after a days work after all. (I'll post a sketch later, maybe a full drawing if i can do one or get one done)

MUDBUG! WOOT!

I think I'll try to make a Griffin for your ship then. Now I just have to brainstorm...