A Cure for being Born
Posted 08 May 2012 - 02:35 AM
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Posted 08 May 2012 - 02:52 AM
"hmph! give it back you butt! mmmmmmMMMMH!"
She closed her eyes and her face contorted as she pulled at the fake weapon with all her little might. She ended up losing her grip and falling onto her flank, her voice cracking on impact. She stayed there and crossed her hooves in defiance.
"FINE! keep it. I'll just make another one, then I'll come back and defeat you with it!"
She still sat there pouting not looking at the either of them.
Posted 08 May 2012 - 03:12 AM
"i'm sorry please forgive me little miss." he then planted a kiss on the top of her head "now where are your parents they must be worried sick."
Posted 08 May 2012 - 03:31 AM
She wiped the top of her head of his kiss. She continued to pout but became very shy at the mention of parents, looking away with a sad expression. She really didnt want to answer that, ponies never wanted her around after they got an answer. She attempted to change the subject.
"why are your wings like that...?"
She lifted her sword onto her lap, continued to avoid eye contact as she tried feebly to avoid the question.
Posted 08 May 2012 - 03:48 AM
"well i was born this way, i had these wings since ever." he then looked sad "but no one likes me because of them." he the looked at the filly "if you want you can look closely if you want of course." he held his wing out just in front of him to the filly
Posted 08 May 2012 - 03:56 AM
"How do they work without any feathers? ...I mean so I know how to beat you someday"
She looked back at the dragon pony's face for now she did see he probably wasnt a monster but stayed tough
Posted 08 May 2012 - 04:05 AM
Posted 08 May 2012 - 04:24 AM
She proudly fanned out her small wings, they were just grown in enough for her to fly short distances.
"Seeeee? just feathers. hey! why are you being so nice? What do you want?! You better not put me in a barrel!!"
She drew her little stick sword and pointed it at the large green pony's face, having been an orphan she had become streetwise at a young age. She knew from experience the only time anypony was nice was if they either wanted something or were about to trick you. The last time somepony treated her nicely they tricked her into going into a barrel and rolled her down a hill. Her suspicions aroused she snarled at the dragon pony.
Posted 08 May 2012 - 05:06 AM
"i don't know what your talking about but i'm being nice cause that is what my mother taught me"
Posted 08 May 2012 - 05:20 AM
"Oh...I guess I wouldnt know about that..."
She continued to sulk trying to hold back the sadness of not having been able to experience growing up like everypony else.
Posted 08 May 2012 - 09:43 AM
"hey im sorry please forgive me."
Posted 08 May 2012 - 09:11 PM
OOC: this is cloud sweep in case you wanted a more detailed look. I wasnt very descriptive of her appearance in my intro. I know she's a little skinny but she is an orphan they couldnt possibly get very well rounded meals
Posted 08 May 2012 - 11:28 PM
"i do not know his name, may i ask it good sir?"
Posted 09 May 2012 - 02:25 AM
" your just a bully!"
She stuck her tongue out and rasberried the royal pony.
" *pffttfttftttfttf* "
She looked angrily at him but on the inside she was still nervous and hoofed her wooden weapon.
Posted 09 May 2012 - 11:49 PM
"You think that wooden sword will save you from my powers? If I had any mind at all, I'd send you to the dungeons. But I'd rather kill you quickly." Dark Bolt tried to make it sound all like a joke, but his mouth formed a sneer, and he couldn't stop the cold stare he gave everyone.
Posted 10 May 2012 - 12:33 AM
"i do not think that was a appropriate thing to say to the filly. she is just a foal and does not need threats from royalty. now leave her alone."
Posted 10 May 2012 - 01:51 AM
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Posted 10 May 2012 - 02:39 AM
"C-can we go now? I dont like him..."
She whispered the last part afraid that if he heard he might make a meal out of her of some other gruesome fate. Hundreds of dooms flooded the filly's overactive imagination and she closed he eyes again.