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  1. Pretzelparty

    Wolf in Pony's Clothing? (Pressy)

    "Illusions?... well it can be used to obscure and sooth. I can also shape it into other things... " One of the motes of mist still dissipating would cease and soon shape itself into the outline of a rabbit. The small misty construct would hop around Blueblood in small circles a few times before dissipating along with the rest of clouds the kirin had produced, "It can be pretty handy in a bunch of situation but they tend to dissipate the moment something bumps into them hard enough." He couldn't help but notice the odd stare from ponies passing by, you'd think they'd never seen a kirin making magical clou--oh. Taira smiled as he accepted the hoofkerchief, just in time too he was feeling those telltale itches on the end of his snout. "Thank you, my prince." he said giving a slight bow as he dabbed his nose with the cloth, "I can't say I've had my nose compared to the squalls of the sea... I'll take that as a compliment!" The stallion cheerfully walked alongside the stallion listening to the tale with a look of pure fascination. That look soon turned to a warm smile with a hint of mirthful laughter. Now wonder that magic was so potent... it's source was from an alicorn princess of all things! Whatever magic was being used clearly had been altered and corrupted in some way, hence the odd spicy scent he was picking up. Taira had never heard of viruses creating magical alterations in this scale before so all this was incredibly compelling. "Magic can certainly be wondrous and ... very confusing. I've lacked on my own studies for quite some time." It had been a long while since he'd gotten so invested in a conversation like this, so much so that he hadn't noticed that creaking up above them. As the pair strolled underneath the scaffolding, Taira's tail bumped into one of the looser supports. Taira was hoping to remark further on the story but an urge came over him, his ears perks and swiveled as the sounds of whining metal surrounded the pair. The groaning materials collapsed and began to close up around them! Taira didn't have enough room or the reflexes to snatch up Blueblood, though that didn't stop him from trying. Before he knew it the way they came had already collapsed behind them and the prince was laid across his back as he galloped towards the other end of the scaffolding. Another crash of metal fell and then the exit was left another mess of Metal. As the Rest of the structure began to fall, Taira would slide on his side to let Blueblood off then get on his back and try to force the roof of metal and the weight on top of it up with his hooves. "... Don't suppose you've got any spells that could stabilize this situation, do you?"
  2. Pretzelparty

    Wolf in Pony's Clothing? (Pressy)

    The stallion blushed a bit at the question, "Something like that." The answer was actually yes. Even though Taira was a strong and well built as a pony or as a yokai, he'd been cursed/blessed with a nose as sensitive as it was sharp. He was an older wolf and that came with it's vulnerabilities as well as it's boons. He wiggled and sniffed sharply to make sure there was no lingering itches that could lead to problems later. Just thinking about how strong that last one had been he could feel his shape reverting as the sneeze roared out of him, "I'm something of a home schooled breath mage... I don't even make much flame! Just mist." A smile came to the stallion as he noticed Bluebelle appraising him. He at least recognized she admired his appearance despite his sniffling, in the past he'd known many a noble who'd turn their nose up at the closest commoner who showed any symptoms of illness. His own eyes looked over the prince(ss) and he certainly noticed the change of curves and filling out of different places. When he told her she was lovely he wasn't joking at all and whats more he'd found the original look equally lovely just in slightly different ways. It didn't hurt that he could scent even through the curse and the cologne the prince wore that he gave off a rather sweet pleasant scent. His hoof rubbed at his chin for a moment, "He most certainly didn't... it helps that you've managed to hone your natural beauty and clearly worked to maintain it." He decided not to mention the scent aspect as... well he'd learned long ago that most normal equine didn't comment on eachother's scent just after meeting unless if was offensive or truly notable. Spending this time with this curious prince was proving more enjoyable than he'd thought it would, some passerby might have even noticed the Kirin's tail wagging about. This air of Reverie was thick enough that he barely thought of any objection when his friend spoke up about switching back. If he'd acted quick enough he might have been able to say 'he got the gist' or something similar but his friend was too quick on the sip. Taira's nose was again assaulted by the oddly spicy scent of the curse. Blue might have gotten to see the kirin's muzzle scrunch up and wrinkle, his nostrils flare and tremble, then his jaws part as he took in a deep gasp of breath! The Kirin's muscles tensed across his form, inadvertently giving the prince a view of his musculature while his chest puffed up. The deep itch up his snout made the stallion's eyes water, a tear sliding it's way down his cheek. "Haaaaaah! Ah-heh!' The stallion's head tilted back until his nose pointed skyward and then with a bob of his head he roared out another powerful sounding, "HWAAAAAAh-TSHOOOOOOOOOOO!" Luckily for the prince, her friend turned way just soon enough to avoid catching him in the immediate crossfire that may offend. The sneeze however did make the kirin produce a great cloud of mist around himself that shrouded his body from view. All that was visible in the slowly dissipating wall of mist was what appeared to be a warped silhouette of the foreigner... although this one seemed be shaped bigger... and the tail had more girth to it. Inside the cloud Taira was rubbing roughly at his still itching nose, before realizing somethign was off. His hoof was moist.... and wait it wasn't a hoof! His canine nose had returned as well as his paws! Before the cloud completely dispersed, Taira gathered his thoughts and reshaped himself back into his Kirin form. When he finally stepped out he laughed slightly awkwardly, "Um... Scuse me. Are you alright?" The mist that spread over the area wasn't in anyway harmful... it actually had a soothing quality to it , even it was a bit out of place in Canterlot.
  3. Pretzelparty

    Sphinxmaster (Pretzel, Dusty)

    Basira had enough time to calm herself down abit, she still was deeply frustrated over the loss of that find... whatever's left and an eyewitness would have to do it seemed. The horse would take a deep breath and let out it out, "Thank you, Princess. I apologize for my tone but this has been a very trying day for us both I'm sure." Although only one of them was going home with a gigantic sphinx as a guardian. The Sultana would gather her thoughts and attempt to speak to the creature in the old tongue, "Well, Nilaavin. I trust you would be... alright answering some questions of the past? There are many that my land has and I'm not sure we have enough time to cover them all. How much of the story of the ruler who had you enchained was true? Were there many more like you? Have you any knowledge of cities of the past that may yet still exist?"
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    Wolf in Pony's Clothing? (Pressy)

    Taira pondered quietly as he tried to imagine the school, only to be snapped out of it when his friend spoke of a demonstration of this curse. He had to admit that the idea was tempting. Had curses changed so long since he'd last seen one used, did the curses of Yokai function differently than those of ancient ponies? So many possibilities could pop up in this very moment! The kirin tilted his head slightly as Blueblood stood himself back up and moved to approach a cozy looking stand with an old mare selling tea: He'd had to remember to visit her a bit later. When Blueblood returned with his cup the stallion sniffed softly, "Hmm... chamomile?" he asked just as his friend took a sip. He was going to ask how it was but suddenly he experienced the drastic shift in magical energy that reshaped Blueblood's body. It was definitely a marvelous sight, although to a being like Taira it also came with a truly overwhelming magical scent. The best way he might describe would be like if a waiter came to your table with twenty spicy dishes that carried their aroma with them. Being so close to Bluebelle at the moment of transformation made him feel like an entire spice rack went up his nose! The kirin's muzzle began to twitch and tremble, scrunching and wiggling this way and that as he felt the tenuous control of his nose begin to waver. Swiftly he brought a hoof to his muzzle and rubbed harshly at the angry organ. He desperately wish to respond to the admittedly pretty mare in front of him but all he could manage at the moment was, "I a--ack... ahh! Actually ha-have! But it's behh... hehh!" Each word was seemingly being pushed aside by his body's natural reflex. The Stallion took a deep breath through his nose to quell the itch... it didn't work but it bought him enough time to get out a rapid fire sentence! "W-wouldyouexcusemejustamoment?" Regardless of the answer the stallion would rush over to nearby alleyway and let loose an explosive sounding sternutation. "HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" A strong wind of magical mist seemed to erupt from the alley's entrance, a soothing cloud rolling out into the streets and then dissipating before the kirin stepped back out, his fetlock still scrubbing at his muzzle before he would let out a blissful sigh. He approached his friend again looking rather relieved , but still sniffling ever so softly between sentences as he got used to this magical presence. "Um Sorry about that... but yes, I actually have seem a spell like this before... although I have to admit the last pony I saw go through it didn't look a quarter as lovely." Even with his nose itching it seemed that the strange foreigner wasn't about to let this dampen his mood. ...
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    Wolf in Pony's Clothing? (Pressy)

    The stallion's ears perked up slightly at blueblood's remark on change, specifically the prospect of change in Taira. If only the prince knew just how much change this kirin could go through in the span of a few seconds. A pleased and somewhat knowing smile spread over the foreigner's lips, "Well It's always nice to hear your own looks haven't gone out of style just yet." With a hint of vanity showing her would smooth out his mane momentarily. "I don't think it's so odd for him, I like to think that the old tend to seek out companionship every now and then... especially the eccentric ones. Who could be more eccentric than the spirit of chaos, hm?" The stallion stretched out a bit on the bench he and blueblood sat upon, "How does one apply to this school... do they have any at home courses? I've been living on a mountain most of my life and have family back home, so I have to admit that I could probably use a bit educating myself.I have to wonder if I'm too old to go now." A slightly nervous chuckle escaped him before he looked back to his friend, "See? I'm starting to talk in paragraphs and muse too much now." Oh... and admission... and acceptance of a curse? How times had changed. Taira would grin at the stallion, "You've got such an effect on you? I'd had a sneaking suspicion..." He itched his nose habitually before relaxing once again. "If I'm not prying too much ... um what is the effect?"
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    Mirror Mishaps (ATTN: Tacobob & Dunnie)

    "I really hope that I don't get called... suddenly feeling my plot shake without my command would be worrying at most and embarrassing if I had company." The inventor leaned carefully over the map, admiring the devices accuracy in regards to the Equestrian topography, "Moreover I'd hate to have to take time out my schedule to try and fix someone else's problems..." She grumbled, perhaps that was the griffin upraising talking. Bevel took one last glance back at the map before she joined along with her friends, "Oh-ho! What's next?" She asked in a tone of both excitement of wonder. "Is there an armory? a changing room? Do they have a pool in here too?" All these questions were asked with no hint of sarcasm.
  7. Pretzelparty

    [Age of Heroes] Come one and all! Heroes get equipped!

    As Bravo made his exit out the door, Hexxer stood there for a few seconds seeming rather dumbstruck. She had lived almost a thousand years sealed inside a golden coffin and was rudely waken up not too long ago. Usually when she first met other heroes they tried to make use of some form of manners: Decorum was often essential for a hero, or so she was told. In all her time she'd walked among these modern ponies none had been so rude as to call her a 'bucking ghost'. The head still floating about gave an indignant snort as he walked off, "The nerve of some ponies. I've not died once in all my time of being ali--" Before she could finish that thought a surge of water from a broken pipe washed over her. A drenched curtain of hair now covered the floating head's eyes giving her the look of one of those creepy ghost ponies one would see popping up in Neighpon. She blew a small spout of water from her mouth and flipped herself over to let herself see the group once again. Hm, they were missing one? The students in this school sure knew how to make an exit. Could do with a bit less property damage though. Hexxer's eyes soon met the shifters... it was a bit awkward given the fact eye contact was being given by a floating severed head, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, my dear!" The pony's accent a bit easier to hear over the 'r's ; something similar to the fetloch accent but a tad more lyrical sounding. "No need to fret with the titles and monikers, my friend's call me 'Lus' and I'd be happy to help you both with any pursuits later. If we run into a door I'll be sure to open it for you--." A surprised yelp came from Lus as she felt Machina pick up her body and carry her over to... the rest of her. Her limbs flailed loosely as she was slung over the stallion's back and brought back over. Her attention was now affixed on partly mad scientist she cleared her throat, "Okay, I -am- spectral in nature but I promise you I have definitely not died... I'm just a bit in between states of being right now I suppose... and um... thanks for the cool comment." She said with an awkward smile and faint blush of her cheeks, "... and uh, lunch sounds good." All the way up the stairs, Lus could feel those judgmental looks. She was no stranger to them but she rarely felt them as intensely as this. Once they'd got out in the open and bravo began to appreciate this new world Lus stepped forward a bit, her head floating over by his side and nodded, "Lovely isn't it? ... and trust me if you were dead I'd know it. Just to make sure you're not dreaming though..." Bravo would feel a pinch on his plot, a shadowy tendril flat on the floor that stemmed from the body's shadow slid up his leg to give him that surprise and then zipped back just as swiftly as it came.
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    Wolf in Pony's Clothing? (Pressy)

    "All too true, Friend! I hope to go through a few changes in these travels myself... hopefully none to my looks though." The stallion would give a hearty chuckle as he relaxed on his seat, "It's been ages since I'd had a chance to just see how much the world has changed and all the strange ways ponies can live their lives." That was perhaps not the best phrasing but Taira was comfortable enough around Blueblood that he didn't feel as much need to watch his words. Gossip and recent news were really all that Taira could focus on upon his descent from the mountain. A certain friend of his had already filled him in on the broad strokes of history but seeing it's effects in person was so fascinating! Rediscovered kingdoms, resurrected spirits, trickster gods reforming, there was just so much to see! It took a couple seconds before he could really come up with a good response, "Well I've heard recently that that Discord fellow has found love in odd places... that a new school was opened up in Ponyville about friendship. It's curious what needs to be taught nowadays." That curious magical scent coming off Blueblood caught Taira's attention again... "I've also heard that curses have been going around the upper crust of Canterlot. I've seen curses in action a long time ago but I thought they'd fallen into Obscurity... or maybe Equestrian curses are different."
  9. Pretzelparty

    A Wedding of Northern Lights (Pretzel, Dusty, Open)

    There was a point in which Sigrun could say she felt her heart was shaking the whole of the world with storm welling within it. She could feel the beat reaching all the way down to her hooves. For a moment it felt as if the world was staying completely still at least until she took her first step forward then her next and the next. In all her life she'd never thought she'd find the love of her life so soon... she was certain that she'd have so much more grey on her before she met anyone like Halvard. A bull who fought with words as well as weapons, who cared more about the future of Whitescar over tradition alone. A bull who stuck beside her through the roughest trials of her clan and whom she would gladly do the same... this day was truly blessed. At a steady pace she moved to the center with a proud smile on her face. She looked momentarily to the queen and lightly inclined her head. Two attendants, younger cows would approach the cow's side and one offered her small headband of somekind. The most scholarly ... and purple in attendance may recognize this as a wedding crown: An heirloom passed down in caribou families for the specific purpose of wedding rituals. Sigrun's crown was a simple circlet made of tightly woven straw. The other attendant brought up a long and sizable bundle in the shape of a tool of somekind. Astrid would gesture a hoof to the bride and then to the groom,"You may present your gifts." Sigrun held up the bundle the attendant hoofed off to her, silently thanking the young one as she took it. When unwrapped it revealed a well crafted sword. From the inscriptions and designs on the hilt alone it was clear no expense was spared in it's creation. "A blade made by my family's favored blacksmith, made with materials gathered myself." Cloth again covered the steel before it was set down on the table before her, "On this day I pledge my love to Halvard of clan Breen... May no war or bitterness tear us apart."
  10. The preparations were finally done with. Tasteful pictures were arranged, the lighting was subdued but functional, countertops were properly buffed and dusted to new perfection… it was time to open up. The overall look of the establishment could be well described as ‘sleek’ with polished lacquer surfaces on the bar itself and neatly arranged tables as well. Sofa chairs were neatly placed around the room, a perfect place to relax and simply breathe in the atmosphere. Behind the counter was a slightly scruffy looking earth pony wearing a pair of jet black sunglasses. She wore a simple bartender’s outfit: Black vest, bow tie, and a dress shirt. Her mane was a shade darker than her natural khaki-ish coat but the various tips of the feather semi mullet look she carried were ended with a series of neon blue tips as if she’d carefully dipped each messy stray lock on her head in some dye. “It’s … definitely different setting up a place like this on my own. Back home at least I’d have some over eager volunteer to carry and set up some things. Ancients know the kid sure is barely any help except on the weekends.” A glass in front of her was being polished rather thoroughly by a clean towel that soon drifted beneath the bar counter, “... I really am homesick. I’m talking to myself. Good grief.” The business that had brought Toboe here was proving more difficult than she’d thought it would. Babysitting a colt turning stallion for a few months didn’t seem like such a bad idea when she first accepted but already he was getting to be a hassle. She’d given her word to his mother though, and going back on your word (even for someone in her line of work) wouldn’t look good for business or her personal honor. Still, a helping hoof once in awhile would be nice if he wasn’t out at all hours of the night. Thankfully she knew he couldn’t get in too much trouble with the deal she’d struck with an old friend of hers. “Well. Not much else to to do but open up.” A click came from the front door as they unlocked. A sign outside of the small establishment soon lit up. ‘Howler’s Den. Open for Business’ Illuminated by the aforementioned sign there was a small preview menu of the various things that they sold here in addition to alcohol. SImple foods were on the menu, mostly of Neighponese origin but some native to the city. It seemed the shop also held several varieties of coffee from across the globe, and seemed to have a special that paired up with curry of all things. Certain workers or a certain may have heard of this bar’s offer to those in his employ: Drinks would be half off. On the front door there was a sign listing some conditions for the patrons must abide by. No strong odors, colognes, or perfumes were to be brought worn or sprayed in here. Patrons are to stay only in the bar area and not enter the kitchen or back rooms without the bartender’s approval. No fighting, if you have to take it outside. A smooth, jazzy melody played on some speakers arranged around the room. Something calming and welcoming to the customers and set up at a volume where it could be noticed but not intrude or distract from the conversation. At the first ring of the bell on the door Toboe spoke up in a pleasant but slightly husky voice, “Irrashaimase! What can I get you?”
  11. Being brought to "Chaosville" Was always a fascinating experience. Gravity shifted about and even with a mostly reliable guide, Bevel always felt the urge to make sure she still had all of her extremities. She watched in silent awe as what seemed to be powdered wig floated by her face... and was that a carriage made of cheese? When she felt her hooves meet solid ground she stumbled about a little and shook her head. "That's always such... odd ride to go on." Discord would feel her hoof prod his cheek, the unicorn owning it attempting to make sure it was really him. A moment of verification on her end confirmed it was indeed Discord, "So then how we--" *Ding Dong* The inventor's ears swivel towards the doorway, "Hmm... a visitor already? Should I get the door?"
  12. Pretzelparty

    Wolf in Pony's Clothing? (Pressy)

    The kirin would scrunch and wiggle his muzzle a moment at the prince's compliment, "You've quite a way to flatter a stallion, Sir." Taira could certainly empathize with the white stallion's remarks on being overwhelmed though. Seemed as though a bunch of chefs and vendors were really starting to get into showing off their goods. A low growl from down below made the kirin's ears perk... realizing that it came from his friend's stomach he would grin. "Don't mind me at all! I well understand how hard it can be to ignore a good scent on an empty stomach." To say Taira was confused by the food that was being sold. It had many of the same ingredients as a lot of his homeland's cuisine, but... everything was just off. Things were added, more things were fried, at least they kept the meat in some of the recipes. Might have helped that the stall they stopped by was run by a griffin, "I've heard many things that come to Equestria end up changing... I didn't know food was one of them. " He would reflexively sniff at the roll before realizing the dirty look he was given by the vendor, one embarrassed smile and apology late her would bite in and his eyes would widen. It was delicious! Blueblood hadn't even gotten through his second observation before he'd see his guest's role had disappeared, a pleased smile upon the scruffy stallion's face. "I'll have to stop by this place again to try them with some of those sauces you mentioned... The food here is quite fascinating!"
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    Wolf in Pony's Clothing? (Pressy)

    That explanation earned a small sigh of relief from the stallion, "Well that's a relief. That Everfree forest just reeks of trouble... Can smell it from here." The scruffy looking Kirin's brow arched upon Blueblood's introduction. He managed to successfully obscure that fact by bowing in turn, "A prince? I haven't gotten to talk to any noble blood ponies in a ... well a very long time." IN fact the last time he could recall was when the whole neighponese royal family was first getting started. Had it really been that long ago? Time certainly can fly. Snapping his mind back to the task at hoof, "Good to meet you, Prince Blueblood. You'll have to forgive this shaggy w--stallion. I've lived most of my life in exactly the place you guessed: the mountains! My family lived up there for a very long time... I suppose to a certain degree we could be called hicks." The stallion gave a good natured chuckle before turning in place and looking himself over, "And believe it or not I have a spell to keep the mists effects on a coat minimal... I give tours to the mountains and I learned that more than a few ponies want their coats looking nice for commemorative photos and the like."
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    Wolf in Pony's Clothing? (Pressy)

    Thank goodness, Taira was still able to cover his plot out among normal ponies after all this time. It'd been so long since he'd last gotten nervous in the presence of so many ponies. Being able to mask it was a practically a blessing now. Calming certain quirks of his true nature still were difficult as his tail was wagging about, accidentally bumping some passersby before he calmed himself. "Hmmm..." He pondered vocally before sniffing once more at the air, "Vanilla... and... mint I think? Certainly a sweet fragrance." He was quite thankful that this stallion went so light on it. Some of the ponies he'd passed here wore perfumes and colognes so thick he had to fight the urge to gag. While Taira wore no artificial fragrances of his own he always carried a pleasant scent with him. He thought of it merely as the smell of home but to others they would describe it as something akin to fresh mountain mists and morning woodlands. It wasn't overpowering but noticeable to many a pony and seemed to invoke a feeling of calm. At the stallion's question Taira would smile warmly, "I've only been here a few days so far. It's a very fascinating land... I have to admit I'd put off stopping by for a while." He would take a moment to rub at his muzzle: something of a nervous quirk for him. "I didn't want to wind up stopping here on a day when another big event might start up. All the things we here of back in Neighpon sound equal parts worrying and exciting." He let his own eyes roam the stallion's figure, noticing the small details that were on him. The scent of a curse still laid fairly thick on him but it seemed oddly diluted or weakened in some way. From the way he spoke and the lack of wear on his hooves it was certain that he was fairly wealthy, some signs in nobility never change even across countries. Upon closer inspection though he did notice a myriad of scents from the stallion, from all over, this one definitely got around... it was always nice to meet someone from the upper crust who actually seemed to make use of their wealth in someway. "Oh! Where are my manners? I'm Taira. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister...?"
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    Wolf in Pony's Clothing? (Pressy)

    It was nice to finally get a chance to leave the mountain range he called home. Lovely and mystical as it was: It was mostly barren save for the wildlife and Taira's family... thankfully they agreed to keep the place safe until he returned. For once Taira had a vacation, and he hoped to make the most of it while he could. He'd heard stories about the lands of Equestria. Tales of epic battles, the unification of estranged tribes, and the rise of divine princesses. The history of this place alone was incredibly fascinating. When he'd first arrived in Canterlot he'd noticed it even had the scent of magic in the air. A Yokai of his age and type had a certain skill for sensing magic in the same way a normal pony might smell a good meal or a heady perfume. Most of the magic seemed to radiate from some fancy looking building off in the distance: Must be that school for gifted unicorns he'd heard so much about. The second newest princess had gone there if what he read on the brochure for Ponyville was right. That could be a fun place to stop by later on, It'd been ages since he'd gotten to see Unicorn magic used with skill rather than magitech assisted in some fashion. Taira couldn't help but notice the looks he was getting as he moved along down the street. Were foreign visitors really so weird that they warranted a stare from every other passerby? A sign caught his attention, "North Market... Hm." He rubbed his hoof to his chin in thought... he was a bit hungry and a market sounded like a good place to find something to eat. It smelled very nice in that direction too. In the end, it was like his father told him: When in doubt, follow your nose. This had proven a hit or miss strategy for a nose as temperamental as Taira's but seven out of ten times it ended in a mostly positive experience. The first stall he came to was a simple looking kiosk, selling some sort of confections... oh was that peanut butter? perfect! The Kirin approached the stall and rummaged through his bag to place a few bits on the counter, "One small bag of um... these if you would." He pointed to a small line of peanut butter cookies and the vendor after staring at him again for a second would slip them into a bag. "Arigatou Gozaimasu!" He said before taking the bag in his maw and moving about to the next stall... only to freeze in place. There was something in the air. Something very old... something he'd not caught a whiff of in ages. "Is that...?" The foreigner's ears perked and he tilted his head back, "It couldn't be... a curse?" He muttered under his breath before he began to sniff rapidly about. The strapping stallion nimbly slipping his way through the crowds as he sniffed about. Realizing the bag of treats was affecting the tracking he placed them in his saddlebag and resumed the sniffing. Some instincts kicked in and had him following his nose and ignoring his other senses until he came up to the pale coated prince and his snout bumped right against his cheek. Before he though to pull away he took one last whiff and blinked realizing that ... this was definitely the one the cursed scent was coming from and that he'd made a bit of a social faux pas. He would step back and laugh nervously, "Oh! Sorry, Stranger um... It's just um. That's quite the intoxicating fragrance you've got on. What um kind of cologne is that?" he asked, trying to cover his tracks.
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    A Wedding of Northern Lights (Pretzel, Dusty, Open)

    It had been so long since Astrid had been able to even come to a wedding, let alone oversee one. Her time in Barn had left her primarily concerned with the ward against the Rebels. When this couple had approached her and requested that she be the one to officially give their blessing and marry them... she decided this wasn't an opportunity she would let pass her by. With her husband and children being so preoccupied they couldn't make it. Having no one in their family come at all to a sacred day between two very important clans in their alliance, well that was simply unacceptable. Astrid for the longest time had difficulty truly trusting the Askr clan and its ambitious leader but she'd softened her stance some time ago. Clan Breen had always proved a vital ally in securing supply lines and trade routes and if handled and regulated properly they may prove to be the key to Whitescar's future. A marriage between these two clans could lead to a very promising path for all if done right. The sound of the horns made the older cow's ear's perk. Immediately she stiffened up and straightened out her ceremonial robes. The hem of the outfit had a series of runes sewn into it, any caribou present or certain knowledgeable princesses or other travelers would note the meaning of the symbols: Life, love, together. Each of the queen's horns were painted up with an iridescent ink in elaborate swirls and runic patterns. A cloth was tied taut, connecting them in a symbolic gesture. She stepped calmly down the aisle until she came to the altar along with a small spot to remove the length of cloth and neatly fold it on a small table. As the cloth came down from her antlers the guest might notice the luminous quality of the ink on her antlers had now transferred to the cloth. Runes and patterns now glowing faintly upon it. "Guests from across these lands... We have gathered together today to witness a truly wonderous event." She would raise her head up high and puff out her chest, "Whitescar is a land forged in conflict from the beginning. A land that in the start was only a world where the strong preyed on the weak, the cunning slew the strong, and weak seized their chance from the cunning's mistakes.... yet even in this history, love could still be found. In even those harsh days we would perform this ceremony: that of the Hoof-fast." She would gesture to the ribbon on the altar, "to those whose hooves would be bound by this cloth, may they find happiness in eachother's embrace, Comfort in eachother's gaze, safety at eachother's back." She would raise the hoof on the groom's side of the room, "Step forward, Halvard of Clan Breen." Then she would raise the other on Sigrun's side, "Come forth, Sigrun of Clan Askr."
  17. About a week ago Taira had been out on the town, Niju had been planning some surprise for him when he came back that night and requested that he stay a bit longer so that she could prepare things for him. Not being one to complain about such a thing, he went out on his best behavior and had a few drinks. While he relaxed in the bar he'd caught the eye of some griffin explorer who was getting a taste of the culture from the neighponese countryside to the north. Ashley seemed the decent sort so he decided to stick around and drink with him (Taira drinking tea rather than sake), through the power of alcohol the griffin let it slip he was interested in seeing the mountains to the north of Kaminichi... a place that Taira was all too familiar with. Seeing as Ashley was so interested in the mountain's mythical history, Taira told him what he did for a living: He was a mountain guide of sorts. He would bring people who were willing to pay up the mountains hidden by green mists along the safest paths and into the forests to explore. Sometimes when he did it he would learn a few things about his territory even he didn't know. There were ruins, places that could be haunted, and sacred sites where some events from ancient folklore still stood... although visiting certain areas would require him be paid a little extra. Ashley agreed but only requested a bit of time to put together a group he said he'd cover, an archeologist, someone for security, and that was all. A three pony group? That sounded like a pretty easy deal. One week later and Taira was at the midway point on the mountain road. He'd said to meet them here so he could get an idea how much walking they could take before they became winded and needed to rest. He wasn't opposed to anyone under his watch taking a breather but the longer they stayed on his mountain the longer he had to watch over them. The stocky looking Kirin had been resting comfortably on a large rock by the side of the road. Any silence on the mountain was broken up by the sound of a lively humming and some singing being done in equestrian. "I used to be a renegade... I used to fool around... But I couldn't take the punishment, I had to settle down. Now I'm playin' real straight, and yes I cut my hair. You can think I'm crazy, but I don't even care. Cause I can tell what's goin' on-- oh!" His ears perked up as finally caught the sound of hoofsteps on the smoothed steps of the mountain. A sniff brought him assurance as he realized it was definitely, Ashley among them. He had that dusty scent to him that made Taira's nose itch ever so faintly: The kind of scent that taira noted clung to those fond of scrolls and tomes. He was surprised he didn't have such a smell on his fur anymore actually, "I should really start reading again." Another sniff made him realize that another of those coming up the steps an odor of literacy around him... and the other one... "Hm... A wild scent mixed with the city. Almost like Niju... Oh well, so long as he doesn't cause any trouble I'm sure we'll get along." With that, Taira leapt off the rock and down on the trail. His hoof raised and he waved to the approaching trio with a smile, "Welcome, Ashley and Company! I trust you enjoyed the walk up!"
  18. "I'd been meaning to visit Poninawa for ages... I just never managed to find the time. I hear it's a very pretty place... mostly from Niju, she's told me she visited a couple times." The stallion scritched his chin a moment in thought before remembering that they'd been hoping to see the village. He couldn't be dwelling on his potential vacations now: he had a tour business to run! Nensho's word's made taira's ear's perk for a moment. He'd thought about such a thing himself but... experience told him it would have to be done very carefully. Neighpon's Yokai poaching industry may have become less prominent, but it was still going on as far as Taira knew. The older kirin gestured down the path and lead the group down towards the town by the falls. "I'd love to see the yokai out and about again sometime too, but I think Neighpon has a ways to go before they'd come back out. tracking and catching Rare yokai still happens even today... I heard an okami with a tail made of rainbow ribbons was snatched up by a bandit queen not long ago." The group's guide's tone was noticeably sadder the longer he spoke, once he changed the subject he would swap back to his more chipper manner of speaking. "I think Niju and I could stand to have someone watching our backs... but let's save any more business talk for after the tour, Nensho-san." A brisk walk later and soon the group made it to the village. Like Taira had told them it had been abandoned long ago and it certainly looked like it. Roofs had fallen in likely worn down by years of rain and wind, Walls had crumbled and rotted away and were replaced by climbing vines and other forms of wildlife. "Watch your step around here. Snakes sometimes make nests underneath bits of wreckage here and there. Once a while you might see a wild boar with some piglets waddling through... keep your distance if you see one of those, they can be meaner than timberwolves."
  19. Pretzelparty

    A Wedding of Northern Lights (Pretzel, Dusty, Open)

    Sigrun smiled as she watched Limi make his way to Balder. Was it her or did her son seem a bit more confident around his kind now... perhaps the time in Long Guo and the love of a sweet mare truly did wonders for his self esteem. For now she would leave the young bull to socialize with friends of the family, surely he'd grow weary if she was left fawning over him this whole time.Her choices for conversation were quite varied given the spectrum of the guest lists... She hadn't gotten to speak to Fire walker or her fiance in a while, perhaps that would be where she should start. ... Sigrun would just have to make sure not to ruffle the stallion's feathers too much. His reaction to that earlier jest about a match was a bit worrying. With fire enjoying her time at the bar, it might be best to focus on her. "It's a pleasure to see you in Whitescar again, Fire." The cheiftain took a seat by the bar and looks to the bartender who would bring her some tea rather than mead, "I hope that Halvard and I will be able to attend your own wedding soon. I'm curious to what an equestrian wedding is like when uninterrupted." Her ears twitched upon Squall's mention of the lack of Neighponese ruling representation. Sigrun had said nothing, despite her best efforts she still couldn't help but feel she may have made a mistake in her talks with the emperor as well as his oddly nosy ... hacker? Is that what they called what she was? Either way she still had that golem in her care back in the forest hold. As her thoughts drifted to the magitech marvel she had considered asking the princess her thoughts on such a thing and if it might be possible to make some use out of it once it was well dissected and studied.
  20. Pretzelparty

    Mirror Mishaps (ATTN: Tacobob & Dunnie)

    Bevel's hoof imediately shot up, "I have many! How does it do this? Is it some form of greater magic tied to the map, is there some sort of magical intelligence guiding and calculating the fates of ponies and other beings all across the land?" With each word Bevel would scoot closer to the table, looking all along the sides and gently prodding the sides of the map, perhaps hoping to find some sort of compartment. "Seems to be some sort of crystalline substance... but it was clearly grown rather than assembled." The prench mare gave the side a gentle tap, "Has a strange feeling to it when tapped, sort of like wood..." Her attention then turned to the six chairs in the room, "... I must say that the chairs don't look very comfortable."
  21. Pretzelparty

    Bug, Seeking New Nest [Semi-open, see OOC]

    Rose would return a small smile of her own in Naj's direction then nod her head. The prospect of a roommate had Rose admittedly excited. Lately she couldn't help but think she'd been spending too much time alone after all that had happened lately. "If things work out with this I'll be sure not to play my music too loudly." The mare remained silent for a moment while Naj spoke to the mayor. "I'm sure you are still very tough, Tehengu." She looked him up and down once and nodded, "... and I am doing well enough. I'm not doing the ... fighting I used to, now i'm working more on learning things." Upon hearing Squall's assumption about her going somewhere more... musically oriented, Rose could only shake her head. "Too much stage-fright." She said in a slightly hushed tone, "Besides I've always had a talent for entropic magics. I may as well learn more about how to better use my talents. I'm going back to the academy and ponyville is more like the town I grew up in in fetloch... minus the occasional disturbance and magic mishap."
  22. Pretzelparty

    [Age of Heroes] Come one and all! Heroes get equipped!

    The doors of Machina's workshop seemed to shift and shudder for a moment until they slowly opened up to reveal... noone? There was the sound of hoofsteps clopping forward in the hallway and a faint sense of mounting unease. The first thing to come through the doorframe was the head of a white coated pony with a mane of three colors: Black, white, and violet. "Afternoon all!" Her voice was thick with a Fet Loch accent, "Wow... it looks like I've missed quite the sale! You've already got this one all suited up?" Her head moved on into the room. Only her head. If she had a body it was not visible... the disembodied head floated on over towards Bravo. "Something about you..." She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, "...Seems to scream 'tourist'." Those hoof steps from the hallway soon entered the room proper, belonging to a headless body wearing a flowing black dress whose ends were slightly tattered and torn. One last odd trait this being had was her unusually dark shadow: Standing out with an absolute opacity with what seemed like a very faint tinge of red. "I'm called 'The Hexxer', my friends call me 'Lus'!" She would extend a hoof towards the armored stallion... well if her hoof wasn't halfway across the room. She corrected this quickly though as her body moved with an oddly ominous swish across the room, now with her foreleg extended as if expecting a shake from the armor clad pegasus. Her head floated over to Machina's side, "You're Machina, right? I have a couple things I've been wanting to ask you about all this equipping stuff."
  23. Pretzelparty

    A Wedding of Northern Lights (Pretzel, Dusty, Open)

    Sigrun had to suppress a small giggle as she heard Calder's mangled pronunciation of the princess' name. She smiled to the awkward bull from where she stood before looking back to the regal guest, "You honor me, Princess! I hope your Sister-in-law and brother are fairing well these days. Enjoy the festivities to your heart's content!" The Chieftain stood aside as Twilight made her way towards Calder. An awkward laugh escaped the bride's lips upon Chipper's morbid jest: She was still getting used to his peculiar sense of humor. Rather than leaving his response hanging in the air she would bring her hoof to her chin, "I'd rather not have you cut in anyway... but I could see about having you fitted for a suit made of paper. I'm sure a friend of one of our guests might be interested in such a challenge." She said, her eyes momentarily flicking back to their royal visitor. fortunately for Fire Walker, No caribou wedding worth it's saltlick would lack an open bar. A Whitescar bartender wasn't quite the same as one they might see in Canterlot. Instead of a clean cut stallion or mare in a nice looking vest and tie, there was a burly looking bull with a well groomed and impressive beard in a gambeson beside a gigantic barrel of mead. The beverage native to Whitescar clearly had highest demand for obvious reasons, but for the sake of their guests there were a multitude of other beverages for them to partake in... sadly there weren't many fancy glasses that could survive the voyage so the majority of the drinking utensil available were mugs and steins. "Thank -you- for attending, Fire. It's wonderful to see you once again in our land--" Sigrun's ears twitched and swiveled towards the sound of a very familiar voice, "Um... please excuse me a moment!" She bowed to Fire quickly and moved on to the smallish bull in the green cloak. "Limi..." She loomed over him a moment and then would lower herself down to give him a maternal nuzzle and pull him into a warm hug he'd not have felt since he'd left for Long Guo. At this moment she couldn't really bring herself to immediately consider her son's potential embarassment, she was holding on to this affection for far too long since his departure. Once she let him go she offered the younger bull a bright smile, "Welcome home, My son! We've missed you greatly!" ... Her voice was just a tad unsteady.
  24. Pretzelparty

    World of Equestria: The Age of Heroes!

    @Ciraxis approved! New Hero being brought in. Welcome the... Hero Name: The Headless Hexxer Real Name: Lus mór (Foxglove) Powers: All paths open! - Is able to pass through or disable nearly any form of locks or barriers to entry, save for the most powerful of magical barriers. Doors unlock in the direction she is moving and relock once she changes course, gates fling themselves open in front of her, and ropes or chains will snap or be undone on her approach. Semi-absolute Terror Field - Her presence can inspire fear in the weak willed and create a sense of unease among those of stronger persuasion. Shadow - Possesses the ability to manipulate shadows connected to her own. This power manifests as summoning shadowy tendrils that can bind, break through strong barriers, and protect her from certain attacks. She can also use them to enhance the resilience of things caught within them. Telltale signs of a shadow under her control is for one to take on a faint reddish tint. Song and voice - Can produce loud sonic shrieks, hypnotic songs, and compel the weak willed to do her bidding while singing. Can also alter her tone and pitch of her voice to make herself sound more intimidating or mimic the sound of someone else. Swordsmareship - When she was alive Lus would often take lessons to defend herself. Most often she would take fencing classes. In her day it wasn’t seen as terribly proper for one to carry blades around so instead she would often carry a parasol or umbrella: a tool which proved to be an effective weapon… and remained one even after her transformation. Supernatural condition - Her condition has put her body into a strange state: She no longer has a need to eat and doesn’t get hungry in the way she used to, she is able to sense lost or angry spirits wandering the world, her body is able to function while miles away from her head and she can still control it and sense what is around it even at as a distance. While close to her body she is able to effectively levitate and control her own head for quite a long distance until it falls victim to gravity. Her Body is also stronger and faster than normal pony’s. Possessing supernatural reflexes and durability that makes her a formidable combatant. Her magical physiology also allows her access to an unseen extra dimensional realm where lost souls are visible and can twist or drag the living to imprison them and deepen the link for possession. Weakness: Enchanted Gold - Gold (If put through a special enchantment process) can be used to nullify her powers. If one made a tuning fork of the enchanted gold it could be used to cancel out her song. If one wears jewelry made from this gold it can shield them from the effects of her ‘terror field’. It shaped into a sword it can cut through any shadows she conjures, and if enough is gathered or she is surrounded by it, it can put her to sleep indefinitely. Light - Without any sources of light, is unable to summon her shadow tendrils. Bright flashes or cunning use of light can effectively ‘sever’ the appendages and cause her enough harm that she will be unable to use the power any further. Alias: Dj F0xgl0ve (F0x for short) A prominent if reclusive and secretive electronic musician. In public never appears without a large prop helmet in the likeness of a purple colored foxhead along with a large saddlebag at her side she insists if full of musical equipment no one should touch. Ever. Backstory: A long time ago there was witch in Fetloch. Earth ponies there would often commune with nature spirits and learn all they could from the land itself in the arts of healing through herbs and potions. Lus Mor was a sorceress not unlike these mages, although she carried a bit of a theatrical flare to her healing. She would also use the tricks she knew to create other spells to ward off the more chaotic spirits that roamed the countrysides, and would put on shows for towns that were suffering from curses to lift their spirits in tandem with the hex on their villages. Her actions however were not appreciated by all. In those ancient days an order of mages had a great deal of control over the lands. Enough that she was stolen from her home in the middle of the night by their servants… deigned to be sacrificed to an ancient and mighty god who dwelled in the darkest depths of the woods: Cruach Capercaillie. Sometimes fortune can be found in forgetfulness. On this night Lus had forgotten to remove her spell of protection from her body after her last curselifting quest. It protected her soul, and to a much lesser degree her body. It seemed the only spot that could not be saved was above her neck. Her head was severed from her neck just as a portion of the dark god’s power flowed into her. The collision of magics changed her to core of her being… her head continued to live, she could speak through it and even see through its eyes… A made dash was made through those woods and unearthly roar echoed through the treetops in the dead of night and panicked cultists ran in fear aiming to make her pay for ruining their lord’s feast. When she next woke she found herself in a strange realm… that of small almost insect like ponies. The breezies were small and frail even in their own lands but they knew much and told her of what seemed to happen to her and who had cursed her to this fate. Overall she took the news well, dealing with this mad night with some gallows humor and wit. A quest for revenge came soon after… it spanned many ages until one trap set by a weakened cult of Cruach left her sealed up inside a golden coffin. At this point the ancient mages had lost their control over the land with encroachment of a pegasus empire attempting to seize the land and driving the fanatics away from their forests where they held their sacrifices. The cult withdrew into the shadows of history, keeping the golden coffin safe and moving it from place to place until they could find the right time to perform the ritual to return to their god its missing piece. Time passed… and one day the return of the Moonlit knight as Nightmare moon proved to be an event too fierce for the cult to emerge unscathed and remain organized. Lus’ Coffin’s guardian were defeat by the attacking force of the moonlight constructs, the spell of concealment placed over the hiding spot shattered and stumbled upon by the Battlemage herself. An experienced magus like her knew from the start that it was a bad idea to ever open up a coffin all willy filly: She’d read enough gothic literature to figure that out. Research and a great desire to know what laid within built up in the Battlemage’s mind… until she decided to open it up and see for herself. To her surprise it wasn’t a vampire but a very confused, tired, and rather angry dullahan looking to let off some steam. A short scuffle later and the sorceress supreme officially welcomed Lus to the new world. As she worked to carve a place out for herself in this new world… she noticed a strange feeling all around her. It seemed with the massive boom in population in Equus came a massive rise in lost and unfulfilled souls clinging to living world. Given the many projects the Battlemage had going… Lus saw fit to take care of this problem herself. To this day she has made this her mission to deliver as many lost souls to their afterlife. Allies: Battlemage - Owes a bit of a debt to the Battlemage as the one who freed her from her prison. If asked to describe their relationship, she’d say they were like close coworkers. The Breezies - While not necessarily the most helpful or even the kindest of spirits she has encountered, the breezies from fet loch have proven occasionally invaluable sources of information in hunting down minions of the maws. She would say that it is a bad idea to try and get to know them as they can be nuisances, especially in swarms and have been known to spirit away those they take a liking to. Enemies: Cruach Capercaillie - The dark deity of ancient fetloch that ‘grants’ her her powers. A fiercely hungry being from the abyss of time and space that creates and consumes in equal measure. It’s presence anywhere can be given away by shadows anywhere being tinged red and a feeling of constantly being watched. Has a tendency to corrupt and empower angry or lost spirits and letting them run wild to wreak havoc on the living world before devouring them and pulling them into his domain. Maws of Cruach- The cult of Cruach, lead by a group of corrupted witches and wizards who have promised their deity the greatest of feasts through their deeds. Lost Souls: The spirits of mortals clinging to the physical world for one reason or another. Will often possess or make trouble for normal ponies or place curses on them. Those with powerful and unfulfilled ambitions can fall prey to Cruach’s influence and will often seek out the rich, powerful, and influential of equus in order to fulfill their desires at any cost. Notability: Something of an underground heroine who has primarily been seen at night and sometimes the day, Lus Mor has a small fan base that she sometimes runs into now and again. She for the most part prefers that her civilian identity was more famous. Despite her rather disturbing state of being, Lus is strangely upbeat in her work. Typically taunting her opponents and seeming to prioritize being stylish over being pragmatic while fighting villains or helping the restless dead pass on.
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