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  1. Ah the cactus. Truly the most tsundere of plants.
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  2. In addition to patience and gratitude, try getting involved with the community. If you're a person breezing in off the internet with one or two posts, you'll have hard luck finding a free art hand out here. Spare yourself the time, and spare my database of your information if you are only interested in trying to score some freebie artwork of your latest pony creator OC. Get involved; our community is more than just a watering hole for art requests! Our user QuickLime has made a very to-the-point guide on art requests, for further reading.
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  3. [[ Thread is now semi-closed to avoid the number of characters getting too large to handle. Please PM if you'd like to join, but be aware you may not be added if the amount of characters remains unchanged and high. ]] He'd heard about the abundant spellpower of the single-horned ponies living in this land, but...even so, he had not been expecting something like...this. An overgrown forest, yes, the Zebras had warned him about that place. Very near the village he had deemed it best to settle nearby to, a small farming herd - community - nestled away from the hustle and bustle of the mainland he and his sister had disembarked upon. Said forest supposedly did not bend to any magic, Unicorn or otherwise, and was an unforgiving beast, beyond even the skills he'd acquired in the Brackenweald. And there was too, or so he had heard, all too common mishaps from the various Unicorns who took the aether as a form of practice, manifesting it - what they referred to as magic - in ways he and his sister had only heard of from story, and legend. There was fact, there was story, and then there was...this. He blinked at the pumpkin. The pumpkin blinked right back at him. It seemed a genial sort of pumpkin, as far as vegetables went, and Daahir N'em supposed that didn't amount for much when, you know, vegetables weren't suppose to be genial at all. So unnatural a thing - when he'd first stumbled across it, skulking around the outskirts of the small town to get a better sense of the area, he'd been downright apoplectic with disquiet, certain that the vegetable had been some sort of cruel trick to play on the unsuspecting and unwary Abada. But even as he'd backed away into the tree line, no ponies had come rushing forth with jibes and pointed hooves, eventually prompting Daahir to take a closer look. A brief touch with his magic, too, revealed deep and embedded roots, far too deep to have grown on a short moment's notice. Far too deep for any normal pumpkin, at that. Daahir didn't wish to touch it - but at the same time, he couldn't seem to bring himself to leave it alone. Surely, it had been given unnatural life by some misinformed, or perhaps misguided, Unicorn...but then, why leave it out here at all? Why not destroy it? Though the Abada supposed, seeing the small eyes and wide smile on its, features, brought a certain amount of trepidation to bear. It was a lot more difficult to harm constructs that could mimic or impersonate emotion and pain, even if they couldn't actually feel either of those. So what could he do? At the moment...nothing, except prod at it a bit more with his magic, carefully and hesitatingly attempting to follow its roots, see if perhaps it had a certain source. Possibly an enclosed and heavily guarded pumpkin patch to return to, from now until the dawn of eternity, preferably.
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  4. It was a comical display of the High King's softness, something that any proper caribou would take the Long Walk for if they had any sense of honor about themselves. He watched, more like heard, half in awe, half in stunned bemusement, at the mighty roar of a caribou whom he could identify through her vocals alone. Maybe she had forgotten how she sounded when she screamed but he hadn't, and knowing that Sigrun was nearby made his blood boil. Of course she would be here to further complicate matters, here to endear his brother to weakness. And all that screaming over dung? That cow had become a calf under the weakness of the High King. When one spends their lives in the harsh wilderness or covered in the blood and viscera of their enemies, dung was no different from dirt in how you react. All that time around ponies had made her soft and more concerned with how she looked or smelled than anything else. Weak now, weak like all the others. What a sad fate. And what a culture of poorness she was leaving for Limi. Pah. That would change by sword and spear and axe and shield. Speaking of Limi, he ran off into a cave with that lunatic. He looked around- the crows who attacked with such precision- obviously linked. Pah. No matter. Dung dropping avian rats. He'd kill the interloper and feast upon his crows as a sign of dominance if such an act was perpetuated against him, not that it would be made simpler by Sigrun's presence. Nonetheless, he was here for Limi, not the lunatic nor his fallen cow. He continued to skirt the edges of the area, only moving quickly once attention was firmly on Sigrun. Even then it was to cover, getting closer and closer to the cave and the targets. He was a raider first and foremost and you didn't sneak up on the REA by being loud and boisterous. No, when he yelled his war cry, it would be far too late for any of them to survive his berserker's rage...
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  5. Today is the day, That is truer than true, That I've been here a year, In this forum so dear~ Thanks for all the good times, and let's make some *great* times!
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  6. You get a cookie. A monster of a cookie. You'll have to rip it up with a chainsaw just to feed yourself. But don't feel like you have to eat the whole cookie just because you got it as a gift, I don't want you to get sick of it. ((somebody call the bad-humor police, there's been a breakout of puns!))
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