Lilia

Much appreciated, everypony! I edited here and there (tried to center it to make it easier to read but...it goes right instead of middle ) and hope it's better! Thanks for the help.

Canterlot Lilia Bloom (Lilia) -Daytime, though has been known to pull a few late nights. -Within the store she's apprenticing in, as well as the occasional appearance outside of Canterlot for baked goods and other necessities.

I'd like some feedback on Cherry, please? http://www.canterlot...rry-bloomfinal/

Is it J.D. Salinger?

Were they Male?

Were they a writer?

I'm just gonna attatch the file so there's not wall 'o' text this time...

Black ichor ran freely from the wound in my side. If it hadn’t been for Luc, my pack’s Ulfric, I would be dead. Luc…he was dead now, and it’s that entirely damnable Dragon’s fault, taking away Luc from my pack and me. The pain of the wound, coupled with the coming of my children was almost more than I could stand. Almost. It takes a great deal to slow a lycanthrope down, but this was what would be termed fatal to any but a Lupa. It is a blessing that I am one, was one, always will be a Lupa. However, here I digress. The moon was a night or two shy of being full. Luc was looking for a safe haven from the encroaching Vampires and, instead, found that Dragon. He tried to warn me away, but I had to help him somehow. It was horrible, watching him be ripped to shreds, but I did as a good Lupa would do and stayed, despite my desire to run. When the Dragon turned its attention to me, I knew it scented the young that still grew inside me. I shifted, and that momentary pain of becoming my full Arctic Timber wolf overshadowed much of the pains of my young. I turned as the Dragon roared out its challenge; fur raised on my hackles as my keener senses picked up the scent of my mate’s cooling blood. While I was distracted by the scent of Luc’s blood, the Dragon struck. I wasn’t prepared for the slice of razor sharp talons into my flank. Instead of meeting its attack with one of my own, I ran. Cowardly to run, but I did. I had to protect what I could of myself, even if now I can no longer face my pack. It is better to die alone than hear their jeers and taunts as to how their Lupa turned tail and ran from a challenge. Even now, I am glad that I ran. Though I slowed considerably, I lived. This missive, my last before the Hunters return to me, is evidence of that. Know now, however, that I think fondly of everything I have done. My children were so beautiful, four girls and a son to reclaim Alpha status in our pack. They were growing fast, but now.... Again, I digress. After a year, I tracked the Dragon down. With the children tucked in for their bedtime, I thought they were safe. I laid out my strategy, to attack when it slept. The wait was the hardest part, but eventually it succumbed to the dregs of the night, sated from its meal. I waited an hour longer before launching myself at its throat. The scream of its death threw me for a loop. It lifted its head as the force of my bite tore the life-giving vein, throwing me off. I had only to watch as the Dragon fell into the throes of death, the bright red of its blood shocking me. The only blood I had seen that wasn’t the same black ichor coursing through me was the dull violet blood of the fangs. As the scream from the Dragon’s death faded, the warm scent of its blood touched my snout. It smelled delicious, like the scent of Luc before he claimed me in my first heat. I licked my jowls and went forward cautiously; prepared to leap back should the thing do as much as twitch a nostril at me. It needn’t have been much, but I knew that if I didn’t go carefully, I could end up like Luc. The caution wasn’t necessary, however. There was no sign that the Dragon breathed any longer. The soft, unguarded belly was my target. I shifted back to my more human form, pleased to notice that the knife I had buried hadn’t been discovered. It took only a matter of minutes, but I unburied the blade and smiled. The tool would be sharp enough to carve an opening into the Dragon’s belly for me to take some of the flesh home. After a short prayer to the Wolf God, I began. I won’t burden you with useless details, no matter how tempting. I took only enough meat to feed my young and myself for a few days, leaving the rest for the Wolf God and his pack. Rolling the cloth of my tattered shift over the meat, I began to notice the sounds of humans approaching. Picking my parcel up quickly but gingerly, I began to make my way home. Following my instincts, I became cautious. Blood scented the air around my home, thick and heavy with innocence. I dashed into the little hut and dropped the parcel of meat onto the ground. My young were dead. I howled my pain, shifting back to human as the howling proved to be ineffectual. Finding the black gown I had worn only a year ago, I dressed. Tears burned behind my eyes as I lifted each of my young and carried them outside. I took the day digging five graves. I didn’t’ bother to shift to my wolf form, digging the holes by hand. I heard the humans inside my home, barely caring if they found me burying my children. As a mother, I had a right to bury them. As a Lupa, it was my duty to do so. After the last marker was placed, I heard it. The chilling voice demanding I come inside and relay to the Hunters why I buried demons instead of burning them. I did as demanded, watching as they realized their error. Two of the Hunters ran when they heard I was a Lupa, while the other two stayed. The one with the chilling voice told me that the Dragon I had slain was his pet. He gave me a choice: record within three days the events that lead to this day or I could die. I chose to record the events. Even now, as I rite, they approach with their tea of wolfs bane laced with silver for me to drink. Tonight, I will die, but I will take the Hunters with me before I go.

It's a shame that this is poison to me...I'm allergic to all forms of pepper but black, so the sausage itself would kill me...If something else can be substituted in, let me know, please?

Ok...so while I may not have pictures up of anything recently cooked...: 1: Take box of cake mix 2: Make batter according to directions on the back of the box 3: pour batter into cupcake pan w/ liners 4: bake 5: cool 6: frost! Yummy, yummy Cupcakes. Sprinkles are optional...(and yes, I'll be doing this tomorrow, I believe...)

It's ok...I felt that way too... FOUND IT! Enjoy, fellow Whovians! We now have the lost Doctor!

Nope.

OMG....My housemate just found a youtube of the movie with Doctor number 8. And he's nowhere NEAR as big a Whovian as I am... WHY NOT US, FOR CELESTIA'S SAKE?

Why thank you! I'm glad to have made somepony's day today.

No idea, but I know there's been a confirmed seventh season with Matt Smith. So that's good news... I'm just eager for more DW. It feels like they just picked up the season to give us a tease then left us hanging... One of many confirmation sites about the next season.

This saturday is Season Finale Day...booo....Is it Christmas Special time yet?

Woo, another Whovian! And if you like the Weeping Angels, then honey, join the crowd...I can't look at statues without staring...which is rather inconvenient when riding a bike to work! Anyway, Welcome!

Edited! Thanks for the questions...I didn't think of them last night...

I guess I'm the Element of Creativity. I love writing, it's what I do in my down time when not lurking on the IRC or the forums...and when that muse gets rolling, there's no telling what comes out until it's done! I also write poetry, and the occasional lyric...though I'm much better with my stories!

Take your time!

I would love some help...I need a better artwork of Cherry Bloom, Lilia's twin sister. I have her description here but I can't draw for a hill of beans. Any takers?

I tend to only admit I'm a brony when asked...though I do occasionally slip with an 'Okie dokie, Loki!' or an 'are you CRAZY?!?!' at work...that usually gets some attention!

Name: Cherry Bloom Sex: Female Age: Young Mare Species: Pegasus Pony Pelt Color: White Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Red and pink, Medium/Red and pink, braided medium Eye Color: Blue Cutie Mark: Handlens/magnifying glass Physique: Cherry is an active, slender pony. She enjoys keeping herself in shape. Origin: Fillydelphia, though she plans on relocating to Canterlot soon. Roleplay Type: Mane Occupation: Detective's Assistant Motivation: Cherry loves solving mysteries, especially the challenging ones. She wants to keep the bad ponies off the streets and keep Equestria safe. Likes: (optional) Family, Pranking, Laughter, getting into trouble, older stallions, Running, Flying, mysteries Dislikes: (optional) Discord, obvious answers, Fillies Home for Troublemakers Character Summary: Cherry is Lilia's twin sister, a born prankster that always got away with having her fun. She had often made it a point to include Lilia in her designs of pranks. She very often likes to get herself into trouble, though there are times that those pranks get out of hand and she has been sent to the Fillies Home for Troublemakers. If she can get away with something, count on her doing it! She enjoys the attention she gets when causing trouble, even if it means spending some more time in the Home. One of her more ingenious ways to involve a local police officer and a bull for her ‘milking the bull’ prank, which that poor officer fell for, landing her in some serious hot water. She’s often called on her pranks, especially the ‘milk from a bull’ that she enjoys pulling, though the worst she got caught for was doing a temporary dye job to look like Nightmare Moon to scare the mayor’s daughter…who happened to jump into a stream just after she spotted Cherry. She hates the Home though, because she knows that what lies within those walls could very easily make sure she didn't fly ever again. She goes in partly for the information she can gather about types of criminals and partly as a lesson to show her that she most certainly doesn’t belong behind bars, so she’s more willing to do some of the more troublesome pranks to get inside and study the criminal fillies as best she can. She's still filly enough to want to be childish, but she knows how to be serious and when to put aside her pranks and fun-loving nature for a later time. Cherry got her Cutie Mark when she was reading some old mystery novels she had found in her attic, having decided that being a P.I. was a way better idea than just being on cloud control. The first lines of the mystery novel had her hooked, and she was desperate to try to solve the mystery before the hero could. She spent hours re-reading the books, getting to know the ins and outs of the heroes of her novels before she decided that learning to be a P.I. would benefit her in some way. Her first encounter with the police came shortly after she got her cutie mark. She had taken into her head that there was a mystery with one of her classmates and followed her around for weeks before being caught exiting the shed behind her home some time in the wee hours of the day. Because of that incident, her mother likes to keep sharp tabs on her and will always try to get her out of the Home, even if it is required that she meet an informant for her job. Even though her mother put her in touch with a local detective, she still feels compelled to be somewhere away from the city of Fillydelphia. She’s also desperately loyal to her sisters, always willing to defend their honor from anypony that decides that the Bloom family never would live up to their species. She’s enthusiastic about flying and her athletics, ready to challenge everypony around to races and contests to show that while she’s no Rainbow Dash, she is still pretty fast.

I think I'll jump in for next month, since September is almost over! I wish I had known about this earlier...

Welcome! FIM Fan beat me to the punch of offering aid, so I guess I'll just have to leave it at Welcome and I hope you enjoy discussing ponies with us old people!