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  1. meeting my o.c.s

    Well, what can you tell us about em? o.o
  2. Damnit Jim I'm a Draconequus not a Pony!

    ((Things finally managed to calm down for me! I'll be posting more often now! Sorry about dragging my arse!)) Oh did Crusader feel the siren's call of the singer. The voice was beautiful, and definitely alluring, but that wasn't the main draw. The previous conversation had brought a little more of the Goliath of a mare's mother out of her. And she found her eyes lingering on the Singer's flank for a few seconds longer than what might be proper. Realizing what she was doing... the ever so stoic Crusader quickly pounded those thoughts into submission and shoved its nose into a corner so it may think about what it did. She heaved out a small breath of air, barely a sigh, to the lord of chaos's comment. She could relax if she wanted to! She was perfectly relaxed right now! She just found this all to be incredulous! A colors of the sky and sea being all sorts of wrong! A queen that quanticizes how much fun someone is having, and enforcing it with an iron grip! And for some reason that blasted singer is getting louder and louder! It was practically drowning everything out, threatening to wash her away in a sea of emotions! Crusader stood still, smoldering to the ocean while her thoughts ran away from her. There was a twitch of a muscle... and then... a small eye twitch. After what felt like a minute, she finally turned her head to look to Discord to speak. "Which dip? A stallion decided to hit me in the face with a hammer the other day. I had to take him to the hospital after the handle snapped and the head bounced back into his snout. It was a well made helmet surprisingly..." the mare hummed as she spun about to get a look at her surroundings. Eventually, her eyes fell upon a set of fishing poles. With a hint of curiosity glistening in her eyes she clopped closer and leaned in to inspect them. They seem well made. Forged from sturdy metals, and using very strong wires! "Mmm... I always wanted to try fishing when I was little. However, my father forbade me from fishing in the lake. I do not recall the exact details... but he and the lochness monster never saw eye to eye. It was something about the monster asking for bits."
  3. Damnit Jim I'm a Draconequus not a Pony!

    Crusader’s lips pursed as her head turned to follow the sound of the master of chaos’s voice. She did not seem to react to seeing him now in a sailor’s suit. Though truth be told, she did find it curious to how he was able to appear and disappear wearing new clothing on a will. It did not seem very chaotic to her. No… she found it… strangely orderly despite how silly it was. “You’re either plundering or being the plundered, Crusader. Which will you be? It is a vacation after all.” Her head immediately recoiled back a few centimeters to this comment. Her eyes even slightly widened as her mind… probably misinterpreted what the draquiness had actually meant. Surely, he meant something completely different, and definitely not related to adult pony things! It’d be silly to think otherwise! However, her chin dipped down just slightly when this small thought had reminded her of something time and time again. She really was her mother’s daughter. She glanced to Blueblood, wondering if he had thought of something much different. Then she caught his eyebrows wagging. The mare quickly turned her head away, a preventive measure to ensure a dash of red hue would not find its way to her muzzle. Of course he would think the same thing. Sailors have been known for dirty slang, and thoughts. The sailor inside her special pony was no different! Her head turned back to Blueblood, giving her the usual stoic gaze that her face seems to be permanently sculpted into at all times. “It is not that I am confusing the Queen for a tyrant… I am just curious what sort of person this queen is to quantitize someone’s vacation… and the motives behind it.” Ok! So maybe she has some reasons to be suspicious! But, it was likely for the queens own benefit to ensure that her future customers will be better served! Like a survey… without a survey and some sort of big-sister who is always watching. She trotted after the stallion, up the gang plank. She paused for a moment when she realized that the wood wasn’t squeaking or splintering under her weight. There seemed to be… a non-existing… smile on her muzzle right now as the reinforcement did quite a bit to set her at ease. Her body played with it’s own weight for a moment. Bouncing up and down on the gangplank to further test it. Whatever wood it was made of… must have felled many axes before one of legend had met it’s grain. In fact, she was sure that if she peered close enough… she’d find tiny little notches that counted one and twenty-more. “There will be no plundering of sort…” The mare finally stated to Discord, her head turning to face him. She spared one final glance to Blueblood’s flank – who was busy showing off for all of the large stallions that were on the ship. She had noticed many looks, some of which were biting their lower lips. But she showed no signs of jealousy. Then back to the embodiment of chaos. “…such activities are… rather loud. It’d be unpleasant for the guest.”
  4. Damnit Jim I'm a Draconequus not a Pony!

    Crusader had made no attempts at stopping the staff from poking her broad chest. And the staff in question would find that her body was quite solid like a rock. The only signs of depression was her thin coat of fur, and even that did not give much. It was like the very fibers of her fur had been bench pressing on a daily basis. And Discord could definitely be rest assured that his explination did not put Crusader at ease. Her head lightly bobbed back when it was mentioned that even twilight did not know about this slice. Which did bring up that question… where in the hay are they? But… it was a question that she’d have to choke down and let it dissolve in her formidable stomach. They were on a vacation, and it would not do her or the Prince well for her to be stressing over the details. And it certainly wasn’t fair that she didn’t give discord the slightest amount of trust… despite his previous nefarious acts. She just sighed, and nodded decisively at her own decision to allow this. She just hopes it doesn’t come back to bite her on the flank. The mare then turned away from discord, to see the prince pointing out a nearby ship. It certainly did look impressive and well built. And there was a nearby pony that helpfully informed them that these ships were designed for larger stature creatuers in mind. That is certainly a plus. But… what threw the mare off more… was that there was a confirmation of points. And it was even backed by a queen. Just… what sort of location is this? “I am sorry… did you say queen?” The mare asked with a slight tilt of her head. If she was confused, she certainly wasn’t showing it with her natural good deadpan looks.
  5. Guess the pone

    Cloak N'dagger?
  6. Damnit Jim I'm a Draconequus not a Pony!

    Crusader’s eyes followed the soft grunts to a volleyball court involving males playing a game. Perhaps they were trying a little too hard to impress the dames whom were watching not too far away? Crusader couldn’t tell from their looks if they were impressed or not. But… she certainly was not impressed. Those perfectly sculpted muscles were the results of spending hours in the gym with the hopes of looking ‘hot’. However it was clear to her that none of those muscles have seen any labor that would justify the effort. No nicks on the hooves, no scars, tired looking limbs. Maybe she was being too critical? Oh well. But her attention soon returned when Discord began explaining how this island works. And one that made her quirk a brow were the mentions of points. She looked at the map with both brows now nudging themselves just a little closer. “Points of Relaxation? I… was not aware that someone could come up with a way to quantify someone’s….” She trailed off slowly. Her words fell silent as her mind began to work. Her jaw hung slack for a moment then closed with a snap. Her head craned over with the map as she looked the monarch of chaos in the eye. “… please tell me that Princess Twilight had nothing to do with this.” Crusader then looked back down to the map when the prince started speaking. Her head tilted for a moment, and then she recalled the last time they tried to go for a romantic night on a boat. Did not work well. “Mmm… before we do rent a sail boat, we should inquire about the ‘weight-limit’.” She then looked away for a moment, “er… I am unable to get numbers… as conventional scales will… break underhoof.” She then looked back to the two thoughtfully. “However… in case they are unable to provide one. I am sure we can rent a sail. Then either I or Discord could be the boat.”
  7. Wartime

    Maybe Crusader should be his strength trainer? With her as his fitness trainer, he will be lifting boulders in flight like he was a Chinook helicopter.
  8. Toboe

    Now all you need is a glowing cricket.
  9. Damnit Jim I'm a Draconequus not a Pony!

    Crusader… was at a very genuine loss for words. When she stared at the new world, it was a complete sensory overload that had threatened to light her brain on fire as it did it’s best to catalogue everything. Just like it always did when she entered a new place. Only this time… it seemed to be deciding on weather or not to overwrite… or to make a new databank for a whole brand new world. A world with a very strange color palate at that. One of which that forced her eyes to stare up to the green skies. They could only ponder what was causing the sky to take such a strange color. Was the worlds atmosphere completely different? Might not be it… they were still very much alive. “Annnd what mischief might be waiting in store for us, Discord,”The crusader hummed softly. Her eyes soon dropped to spot ponies coming to slip a ring of flowers over her head. Fortunately… there was no need for her to duck down. The other’s were close enough to her size that it was not an issue.
  10. Damnit Jim I'm a Draconequus not a Pony!

    Star Crusader listened carefully to Discord’s story. And frankly, things seemed to somewhat checkout. The keyword here is somewhat as a being such as he typically never leaves home without a plan for the day. And it was that plan that had Crusader worried. He may have turned a new leaf, but it does not mean that he has changed completely. What might he do with the young prince? Turn him into a frog? As much as Crusader would be willing to test that kiss, she was sure a spell like that wouldn’t simply turn over. “Benchpress with my eye brows?” The mare asked with a raised brow. It dropped back down as she shook her head, “No. Curl you with my tail.” She seemed to hesitate for a moment. Her tail wiggled a bit, and she made a mental note to exercise that appendage soon. Never know when you need to flagellate a nay-doer with your tail after all. “And if you must know my gardening is do…..” She paused again, her head visibly recoiling as she detected something off. When did he even… she shook her head. It was probably nothing. He’s likely an omnipotent being… only her thoughts were safe. Fortunately she wasn’t a mare to write things down in a journal. She kept all those nasty fanfictions in her head. Yes sirry. And when asked about the vacation. The mare thought long and hard. “… the monarch of chaos does have a point. You have been running yourself ragged lately. It would be rude to cancel your appointments… but I am afraid it will be necessary for your benefit.” The mare then tilted her head to give the stallion an inquisitive look. “If you do plan on taking this vacation, whom would you like to take care of things? P.Smith, or Sine? P.Smith is very professional and will likely handle things in a clean way. And Sine… well the wild cat appears to be incredibly efficient with dealing with difficult ponies. Or would you like to see if NIles is able to handle his own?”
  11. Damnit Jim I'm a Draconequus not a Pony!

    Most mares might have been insulted from being called goliath. Some may think it means they are fat. But to Crusader, it meant very little. It could even be a compliment. But she definitely knew that it is what it is. She was a large mare, no shame in that. But she still wasn’t put at ease by the creature’s smooth choice of words and mannerisms. She was still dealing with a creature of chaos, and one that had betrayed good friends at that. When her eyes spotted the pasta bowl being offered out she reached out with a hoof to gently take the tubberwear. One wing moved to crack the lid open so she could take a peak. Though she was greeted by a very rude ‘PRRRFTT’ noise and a gust of wind strong enough to lift her bangs and nudge her pony tail. The mare… remained with the lid open as the bowl continued with it’s work. It died in a few seconds… and for one more good measure gave her a final poot before ceasing. And thank faust the norm was not accompanied by the rude sound. But the mare? The mare remained stoic as ever. The way her facial expression had remained focused, you’d think nothing had happen at all. “It is spaghetti…”the mare finally said, informatively. Another hoof lifted to reach into her collar to pull out what looks to be a toothpick. She speared a ball, and popped it into her mouth. “… and meat balls.” Her lips pursed as she closed the lid. “Tofu seems to be the main substance. However other additives are there too for flavor and texture. Beans, beats, small hint of carrot, a little bit of sea weed. And I believe there are some nuts. Pinch of salt-kosure, pepper, and finally traces of rosemary” She slowly turned around to offer it to the stallion beside her. “If this is your work, well down Discord. I did not expect to see an amount of harmony in a master of chaos.”
  12. The Sakura Spring Festival

    Secretly... everything is built on the back of flufflepuff.
  13. Damnit Jim I'm a Draconequus not a Pony!

    As always, the captain of Blueblood’s personal guard personally sought to it that the prince, and her special somepony, would never be left unprotected. The colossal mare possibly built only out of sculpted concrete with steel bones for support stuck by his side at all times. Through his daily washes, yes washes, in the wash room and through nights when he slept. And this day was no different. When the guest for the moment left the office, Crusader gently closed the door behind him and stalked across the room to give the stallion a loving nuzzle. “No need to concern yourself with worry about spreading your attention onto me,” Crusader said with a soft voice. Though the stoicness was still there and strong, it did soften only a tiny bit. Detectable to those who know her well. There was a small glint of humor in her eyes as her tone shifted in just the slightest way to beg an implication. “When the today spans to the night, the time will come shortly after.” Though… all of the playfulness the mare had shown was quickly suppressed as her ear picked up a soft thumping noise from down the hall. Her head lifted and her attention turned to the door leading outside of the office. Odd… the next appointment wasn’t due for some ti- then it seems whom ever it was had let themselves in. The mare frowned and quickly ripped the large shield from her back. You could almost hear the muscles flex under that armor. “Stay behind me sir,” The mare stated gruffly before pushing out the door. She moved her hulking body as effortlessly as a bird may fly through the air. And though her hoof steps were definitely not subtle… she did not look like she was stomping about. The mare’s head poked around the corner… and her eyes soon narrowed at the sight of a familiar face. With a low sigh, she lifted her shield over her head and replaced it on the magnets that secured it to her back. “I assume he’s grown bored of tormenting the shy one…” The mare mused. Her eyes scanning the dragonequis’s face for any hint of his intentions. But sadly… that might be a futile effort given how unreadable a chaotic mug could be. And despite relaxing… she did not drop her guard. The Prince remained behind and very close by. And her solid body had already primed the many coils for a devastating punch if needed. “… know this. Unlike Fluttershy, I will not tolerate any ill intent.”
  14. I made a game!



    1. Zeig


      Sorta looks like 3D Snake!

    2. PrinceBlueblood


      @Zeig My thoughts exactly!  Looks pretty cool.

  15. The Many Faces of Rua Hanari

    She went super sayain on that first one.