KaityKat

Well, I don't really have a very pinpointed age group for her. She's always just been a sort of childish adult. Never really established how old an adult.

Scientific theories, mystical ones, lore ideas, origins, futures, pasts. Lay it on me like a pasta noodle. I'm interested to hear y'all's ideas, and discuss. o3o Also, check out my "The Basic Theory of Magic" thread.

I know this is super old, but I just have to say mine. I have a favorite way to draw circles. I use my hand as a compass. Holding the pencil in my index and thumb, and using my pinkie as a pivot point. it's easiest to make work by turning the paper around. For small circles, tho, you'll have to bite the bullet, so to speak, and just make due with good ol' "practice makes perfect". It's much easier when you move your arm instead of your hand. just start practicing drawing a sh!tton of circles. Pivot your arm at the shoulder, it makes for smoother lines and more uniform circles.

I dunno if anyone looks in here at all, but.... well, I love doing the art thing, and I've wanted to do it for others for some time. Unfortunately, I have a fairly limited capacity for multitasking, so I can only take one request at a time. If somebody else has made a request, you'll just need to wait your turn. Things to keep in mind: I do simple vector art, nothing real fancy. I use bases I may have input, and I like to take creative liberty from time to time (I'll ask if it's okay, first, of course). If that's not what you're looking for, that's okay. I'm sure somone more talented than I can help you. ^v^ If you wanna know what my work looks like, check out the links in my rp log. The art is mostly mine (you'll be able to tell which ones aren't).

Oh, my, this is old. I was just browsing this section for a request, and noticed yours had no replies. If you're still interested, I might could do a thing fer ya. perhaps. just lemme know. I do vector art, and I use bases, so if you're not looking for that, sorry. [edit] check out my rp log for links to my OCs. I did the art on most of them.

My "blind" unicorn, Mythic Vision, went to Celestia's school for Gifted Unicorns. She wasn't really a standout student, with practical lessons, but she has a very unique perspective on magic, and if Sunset was at all attentive of other students, it's conceivable she might've noticed her... being a bit eccentric. Myth would've been hard-pressed not to notice Sunset. She would've seen the darkness growing in her, and honestly been concerned. She might've even approached her once or twice to ask if everything was okay. If you're interested, you can read her sheet to learn more about her. [edit] On a side note, when you said "not on any map", my bat pony OC got a little excited, lol (but there's not really any way she'd know Sunset).

Flaire smiled at her enthusiasm for the troupe's performance. He loved when ponies showed interest in his plays. She'd expressed that she didn't mind the inconvenience, which Flaire did appreciate, but he still felt like a little of a burden. Not much helping that, tho. He always felt like that with new ponies. Spike asked about the pie, again, and he began to think he wasn't just asking for Flaire, but more for himself. He chuckled at his insistence. When Applejack came back out with the cart, he was about to offer to help put the bags in when he saw she was already done moving them. He was thoroughly impressed. Tho, he acknowledged, she did work on a farm. He should expect she'd be pretty physically apt. She hoofed him a can of grease. "Thank you, Applejack." he said "I really appreciate your help. So what do I owe you?" he said more to himself. He thought for half a second, but said "I'll just give you an even 30 bits. That'll cover the apples and the grease, does that work for you?" he pulled three coin bags out from his saddlebag with a pre-counted 10 bits in each. He heard the voice of an elderpony come from behind him, and turned to see Spike returning with who he could only guess was probably Granny Smith. Spike carried two slices of pie in his claws, looking rather pleased with his haul. Flaire smiled at him. Granny Smith asked him for his name, and he found himself a little caught off guard. "My apologies, Ma'am." he offered after a short moment of minor stammering "My name is Dramatic Flaire. I was just buying some of your delectable apples from Applejack, here. You all run a spectacular farm, here. Under what I have no doubt is your great leadership." he gave her a smile. Spike offered him the slice of pie, which he took gratefully, and took a polite-sized bite. "Mmm-" he started, gulping down his bite so he can talk "And may I say. That is some amazing pie! I look forward to coming back tomorrow to purchase some for myself." He was about to politely decline the implied invitation to dinner, but then he thought it would be a perfect chance to get to know Applejack some. Tho, he couldn't tell her it was because he was going to play her in the upcoming Tour d'Equestria play, and he felt a little awkward about it. If only Stage hadn't insisted that he not give away the surprise to anypony, that'd help him to feel a little less weird about it. He thought about it for a minute, and came to a compromise. "You know what?" he said "A dinner with you Apples sounds absolutely fantastic! but maybe we can take a raincheck on that. I've got to get back to the caravan before I have no time left to rest." he laughed a little "Thanks again, both of you." he said to the Apples "It was a pleasure meeting you, really." He gave his biggest smile yet "I'll be seeing you tomorrow, to bring back your cart, and buy some delicious pie!" ================================================== .Flaire walked cheerfully down the same road he'd walked with Spike the other night. He'd been offered to be walked there, but politely declined. He didn't want to be too much a bother on anypony. Rarity was a very helpful and... well, generous mare, as her element would suggest. H e didn't want to take advantage of that. Besides, it was obvious she had a lot on her plate. Especially with the added costume orders he'd given her. He could resist placing an order or two from the great Rarity. He'd always wanted something designed by her, and he was excited to see what she came up with. Flaire was so lost in his thoughts, he almost walked right past the farmhouse, but the amazing smells coming from the kitchen snapped him out of it. "Oh, yeah." he remembered "I was gonna stay for dinner, this time." He pulled the cart up to the side, approached the door, took a deep breath and knocked.

I'm sure if you read and adhere to the application guidelines, you'll be approved pretty easily. Just make sure you've put effort into your characters and I'm sure you won't have many problems. Of course, if you want any help with character ideas, I'd be happy to lend a second opinion or help any way I can. ^v^

Lewd is the mewd.

in the appropriate context, I would say yes. gently.

This backstory seems a little.... subpar for my usual stuff, but I hope it's at least acceptable. I just didn't seem to have as much inspiration as I usually do.

Compass Rose Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Compass Rose Sex: Mare Age: Young Mare Species: Aerion (Bat Pony) Eye colour: Green Coat: Tan Mane/Tail: Rust color Physique: Average Residence: Ponyville Occupation: Cartographer Cutie Mark: Parchment with a compass rose and a drafting compass Unique Traits: Rose has a near perfect photographic memory. She remembers everything she's ever seen with incredible detail. It comes in handy in her profession as a map maker. History: Rose grew up in Canterlot with parents who were mistrusting of ponies and didn't have a very high opinion of Celestia. She'd heard the story that Princess Luna was banished to the moon for almost no reason from her parents many times. She never really believed it. She would sneak out, late in the morning, in a cloak to shield herself from the sun and to hide her bat-like traits from the ponies. She was sure they wouldn't like seeing a "bat pony". She loved hearing the ponies talk about the goings on in Canterlot. One day, she noticed a pegasus her age was sad. He appeared lost. She worked up some courage and came up to him "Hello?" she introduced "are you okay?" the pony looked at her and said "I can't find my way home." she knew the streets better than anypony. She'd seen them in the day and the night plenty of times, and she never forgot a single stone. She helped him find his way, getting her cutie mark at the same time. They became fast friends, and he found out pretty quickly that she was different. She thought he would reject her for her difference, but instead, he just thought it was cool. Over time, she learned the different customs and stories of the ponies. Including the real story of what happened to Princess Luna. More recently, she decided she wanted to reach out and get to know more ponies. Her friend Stellar Drift suggested Ponyville as a place she could find the most friendly ponies in Equestria. That is, as long as she kept in contact with him, and visited often. Character Personality: Friendly and out going, Rose is a little different from most of her fellow Aerion. She likes to stay up late into the morning and sometimes goes out (with a sun hat and sunglasses) to talk with ponies. She doesn't like that the hot bright sun keeps her from spending a lot of time with the majority of the ponies around. Although she's outgoing, she doesn't see a lot of others because they're mostly asleep when she's awake. Character Summary: Rose is a friendly cartographer who loves to socialize whenever she gets the opportunity. She has trouble getting any chance to, because most ponies are asleep at night, and the sun is far too bright for her to be out all day. She mostly spends her time exploring and memorizing the landscapes so she can make detailed maps, and she also serves as a navigational guide for those who need one. Pics:

Flaire chuckled "It is part of the reason we came to Ponyville..." He stopped and shut up. He almost gave away Stage Lights' surprise. He'd been so good about it until now, too. He was so excited, it was hard to keep it in. Being able to meet all the ponies (and dragon) who together saved Equestria on multiple occasions has been something Flaire has been looking forward to for some time. He just never figured he'd meet them before everypony else in the troupe. He cleared his throat and composed himself so he wouldn't give any more away. "It will be an honour" he corrected himself "for you and your friends to attend our play coming up in a few days. After we've stocked up and gotten some rest." Flaire frowned slightly "I apologize for the inconvenience I've put on you being here so late. I got a little lost in town until Rarity and Spike pointed me in the right direction." He smiled at Spike "Thank you for helping me with such short notice." He thought about the apples for a moment. "If you have a cart I could borrow, I'd love to buy a bushel each of Golden Delicious and Honey Crisp, they sound absolutely heavenly. As for pie, I can always get some when I come back to return your cart." He gave her a wink "From the smell of them, I have a feeling we'll be coming back more than once." When the dragon mentioned the grease, Flaire remembered Stage Lights complaining about the caravan's wheel constantly squeaking. Honestly, he wasn't that bothered by it, but Stage always did have sensitive ears. "Yeah, I'd better get a bit of axle grease, if we go one more day with a squeaky wheel, the director might explode." Flaire laughed.

"That sounds great." Flaire responded to the Dragon's recommendation for an inn "I'm sure I'll be just as happy to make his acquaintance as I have yours." He winked. Flaire could smell the farm before he ever saw it. It smelled fantastic. It was rustic, warm.... in short, it smelled very.... homey. He could certainly see why some farmponies never leave home. If he hadn't been as in love with the traveling theatre as he was, Flaire thought a farm would be the first place he'd consider settling down and making roots. When they passed the sign signifying the Sweet Apple Acres farm, Spike mentioned a Granny Smith saying she'd been baking. Flaire could definitely smell the pie. It smelled absolutely fantastic. He always appreciated hard work whenever he saw it, and this was no exception. Everything he saw was just radiating with a the hard work it took to get it here. When Applejack came down to greet them, he bowed gracefully "Greetings, Applejack." he offered "It's an honor to meet yet another one of Princess Twilight's friends in just one day. My name is Dramatic Flaire, tho most ponies just call me Flaire. I was hoping that I could stock up on some of your delicious apples. And if you have any for sale right now, I would be happy to have a pie or two." Flaire gave her one of his signature genuine friendly smiles.

Matt time I talked to death, he didn't mention any of you. Although, he did say he was excited to get MLP:FiM in the underworld, soon.

Flaire recognized Applejack's name as one of the six friends of Princess Twilight. "Applejack works at the Apple Orchard?" He confirmed "That makes sense." Flaire smiled at Spike's praise of Sweet Apple Acres' apples. and apple pies. He thought pie sounded fantastic. Maybe he'd order some when it wasn't so late. Spike didn't know where to get makeup, but Flaire didn't really expect he would. Makeup wasn't normally a thing that guys paid any attention to. He thought Rarity might be able to help him with that, tomorrow. When he asked about how many would be needing hospitality, Flaire stopped to think. There were a lot of ponies who traveled with the Tour d'Equestria, but most of them had their own little caravans and preferred to sleep in them. Really, he could only think of a few who usually stayed in a hotel at night. "Well," He thought "We have Thunderhoof, Stage Lights, Lilly, Annie, and myself. The others usually have their own arrangements. So that's five." He explained "If possible, tho, we should have another bed or two available in case somepony else decides they need it." He figured it couldn't hurt to cover their bases just in case.

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Anne Schwofenhuf Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Anne Schwofenhuf Sex: Mare Age: Middle aged Mare Species: pegasus Eye colour: green Coat: yellow Mane/Tail: orange Physique: Slender Residence: Nomadic, currently stopped in Ponyville (Tour d'Equestria) Occupation: Actor, dancer, and choreographer Cutie Mark: a pair of ballet shoes with a bow in front of a pair of wings Unique Traits: Anne is a spectacular aerial acrobat and dancer. Her talent is agility, elegance and grace in flight and on the ground. She's very precise in many ways. She could be considered OCD. She's very particular about her living space, and the way she carries herself. All of her motions are carefully calculated, and precise. History: The Schwofenhuf family is a long long line of very accomplished dancers, who've been in Hoofenheim Germaney for many generations, and Anne is no exception. She spent the majority of her younger years honing her skills as an aerial dancer and acrobat. When she was a young mare, she'd already mastered the art of precise acrobatic flight. As time went by, she began to become discontent with the life of a ballerina. One day, she saw a poster advertising auditions for a traveling theatre that was coming to town. She decided to go ahead and audition. She practiced, like she did everything else, meticulously. For days, she tried to perfect her lines. Then the day of the audition, she arrived at the portable stage precisely on time. When prompted, she executed her script just how she'd practiced.... or she tried to. She was so nervous, that she missed her cues more than once, and couldn't remember all her lines. Afterward, she gave the unicorn a bow and said "Thank you for giving me ze opportunity to audition. I am sorry to have vasted your time." The unicorn got up and went to her. "You enjoyed yourself, no?" he asked, to which she nodded "Then you have wasted nopony's time. I know talent when I see it, Madame. Just ask my friend Lilly, here." he gestured to an adolescent filly who was drawing in a chair next to him "Everypony has doubts in themselves. It can sometimes take a second opinion to know when the ignore them. I can tell you practiced a lot. You like things to be just so, no?" She smiled "I can accept no less than perfection. It is who I am." "Then allow me" he offered "to show you how to be mediocre, and to accept it as a... how you say... a stepping stone." From that day, the unicorn, Stage Lights, taught her the ins and outs of acting, and she learned how to be okay with less than perfection. She learned some acting skills that she really enjoyed using. Eventually, the time came for the theatre to leave Hoofenheim. Stage invited Anne to accompany him. After careful consideration, she decided that it would be great to continue to pursue excellence in her just developing acting skill. Character Personality: Anne is very intentional. She holds posture and well-calculated movement in high regard. She's generally understanding if you don't share her priorities, but if you do, her opinion of you will be that much higher. Character Summary: Anne, who goes by Annie, on occasion, is a very particular pegasus. She is vey precise in her movements and very unforgiving of her own mistakes. She's been working on improving that, but it's difficult. She travels with the Tour d'Equestria Touring Theatre with her adoptive family. She is an accomplished aerial dancer and a fairly decent apprentice actor.

[[edit] I know this is really old, but I felt like giving my two cents, anywho. Hope it helps somebody] Like Szalhi said, patience is a virtue. In more areas than one, and writing is certainly no exception. One thing that really helps to get my ideas on paper/screen sufficiently, is to eliminate distractions. If there an annoying dripping sound in the faucet, fix it. If There are people talking, ask them to quiet down, leave or leave yourself. Anything that distracts you should be gone. If music helps you focus, use it, if it's distracting, don't. I use it for drawing, but not for writing. That's another thing, some techniques that work really well when you do one kind of art might not work as well for another. And it's not the same for everybody. You just need to tailor your work environment to yourself and the medium you're working with. The biggest piece of advice any artist can give another artist, regardless of medium, experience, or talent, is something you'll likely not feel helps much. But it's as true as it's ever been. Practice, practice, practice. You've heard "practice makes perfect". Well, if the shoe fits.... But it's not just practice. It's intentional practice. If you just do the same thing over and over, you'll just get yourself used to doing it the same way. But if you internalize everything you learn, and you actively try to improve, you'll get better with time. You should snow your works to others, and expose it to review, which brings me to the last thing I can tell you. always take criticism. Even when it's generally unhelpful, or meant to be hurtful, if you look at it with the eye of someone wanting to use it to improve, odds are, you can find a little kernel of useful advice in it. Whenever someone critiques your work, listen to them. Try to find what it is they didn't like, and decide for yourself if it's something you can/want to change. BUT do NOT let criticism be the reason you give up. Don't take their word for it all the time, the part of "decide for yourself if its something you can/want to change" is important. So always take criticism.... with a grain of salt. Let it give you a second perspective, but don't let it define your work.

*Submitted for judging* Thunderhoof figured this event would be a good way to get a little exercise. He didn't figure a sack of potatoes would be much of a challenge to him, but any exercise was always good idea. Needed to keep in shape to pull the Caravan. He stretched his hunches, and cracked his neck. This was going to be a piece of cake. He trotted up to the signup booth, when he realised there was one problem. "Hello, and welcome to the 'Longest Yards' competition of the Iron Pony. Name, please?" Thunderhoof frowned. Normally, he'd have his best friend Stage with him, and he could talk for him, but this time, he was alone. His friends could understand his hoof scratches, but it was a special code Stage Lights helped him make. Most ponies won't understand him. He thought for a minute. "We need a name, sir, if you want to compete...." The pony at the booth was being patient, but Hoof was taking a lot of time. He pointed at the scar on his neck and gave him a "sorry" look. "Oh, I see. Um...." Hoof held up a hoof and waved it. "I'm sorry, I don't understa-" He stomped it on the ground, shaking the booth, sounding like thunder. "Wow!" he exclaimed "It's like thunde- Oh! I remember you! You competed at the obstacle course! Thunderhoof, right?" He smiled and nodded. "Alright, just be ready when they announce your name." Hoof nodded in acknowledgement, and made his way to wait by the others waiting their turn. He watched as the other competitors did their rounds. He recognized Thunderlane from the wonderbolts, and he watched intently as he took on the challenge. He always admired Thunderlane's tenacity and endurance. He was one of his favourite Wonderbolts, after all. He watched as he shifted the weight of the pack to give himself a better edge. At first, he didn't realise that was what he was doing, but when he did it again, he could see him get a boost to his stamina. He smiled. He certainly wasn't clever enough to come up with something like that, but he could definitely understand Thunderlane being that smart. He wondered if he should come up with a strategy, but sighed soundlessly to himself. He didn't feel like he was that clever. He didn't do strategy. Mostly just pure brute strength. And sometimes a little finesse, when it counted. While he stood musing, he heard his name called. "Next up is Thunderhoof!" The announcer called. Hoof took one last deep breath and walked casually up to the starting line. The ponies with the pack came up, but they paused. Thunderhoof was so tall, they couldn't figure out how to reach over him to attach the sack. He gestured with his head to say that it was alright if they jumped on his back. One of them jumped up, and the other hoofed over the sack. It was laying on his back, but the ponies couldn't reach the straps around the big stallion. This sack was not made to go on somepony of Thunderhoof's stature. Hoof pointed to his neck. "But... Your scar..." the pony questioned Hoof shrugged. It's never really bothered him before. He always pulls the Caravan with a yoke on his neck, so this shouldn't be any worse. It just looks bad. It's an old scar. The pony on his back scooted the weight up his neck, and attached it there. He had to tighten it to a relatively small size, but it sat snug without choking him. Then the pony jumped down and started whispering something to the other about Thunderhoof's sheer size. He got that a lot. He frowned slightly. He may be big, and he is pretty strong, but he's really not scary. He decided a smile should help them feel better, and tried to emulate one of Flaire's warm smiles he gives everypony. They smiled back and waved as they left. Hoof heaved the weight on his neck a little. It was different when the weight is pulling down on his neck instead of holding back for him to push forward. He noted how it ruined his sense of balance, but there wasn't much he could do about that. He wondered how that Thunderlane would've dealt with this problem. but before he could think of anything, the announcer called "On your mark! Get set, Go!" Hoof started running, and almost face-planted from the imbalance the weight gave him, but he corrected, and started running just a bit slower. It seemed this was going to more about balance than strength, for him. He wasn't the best at balancing, but he could manage. He realised as he ran that even tho he had to lessen his pace he still moved faster than most because of his big long legs. But, the weight being on his neck, he also noticed his front hooves were tiring much faster than his haunches. He remembered what he'd seen the other contestant do. But how could he shift the weight? It was tied to his neck. Just then, he came up to the turnaround. He wasn't paying enough attention and nearly ran into a fence. He lifted his head to miss the fence and felt the weight shift a little on his hooves. This gave him an idea. He turned around and ran back, but this time, he held his head as far back as he could reach it. He didn't think about how weird it might look. Also, it kinda backfired. Holding his head up like that used a lot of muscle. He ran awkwardly unable to see where he was going with his head up. When he reached the end, he only knew because he heard the pony standing there let out a yelp as he barreled toward him. He skidded to a halt just shy of the finish line, put his head back down, and stepped gently over the line. Then he collapsed on the ground with a thunderous W H U M P ! His legs weren't too bad, but his neck was sore. So, so sore. He should not have tried that strategy. He felt like he probably made good time, but he was going to regret it for... probably a week. He pouted silently to himself Stage won't be happy when he can't pull the Caravan, tomorrow. His neck hurt too much.

D'you want me to make an rp, or would you rather?

I have a character who's half changeling. His heritage can sometimes be a sensitive subject, tho he's largely grown out of worrying about others' opinions of him. Tho, sometimes, he feels resentful to the changelings for creating the reason for the stigma. He understands they've changed, but he still harbors a little negative feelings. It could be good character development for him to meet an honest-to-goodness changeling Also, there is the remote chance that somewhere, out there, is a changeling that knows his dad. He doesn't even know if his dad ever went back to the hive. Or if he wants to know.

*This Post submitted for judging* Thunderhoof stood watching the ponies get covered in mud. He loved seeing them struggle against the rope. He'd thought about entering, but the idea of competing just didn't seem as fun when he couldn't just think about Stage joining in. That poor stallion had heard mud was involved and ran for the hills. He must still be traumatized from the last competition he entered. He'd taken so many baths, Hoof thought he'd wash his coat right off his body. He laughed silently to himself at the thought. In any case, Thunderhoof just liked watching, more than anything. He was content just seeing the others have fun. "Hoof! There you are!" a familiar voice called "We brought snacks!" Flaire was approaching, accompanied by Lilly Quille, the Itailian artist of their group. The beautiful unicorn was carrying a bunch of candy apples in her magic. and Flaire was coming up empty hooved. Hoof laughed soundlessly. she always has been better at those ring toss games. "I may have gone a little overboard playing the Apple Ring Toss game." she blushed slightly "I gotta admit, it kinda hurt my ego a little to loose so many times then see her win so easily." Flaire said "But she agreed to share, so.... all's well that ends well, eh?" Hoof drew in the ground with his hoof a little, using his only means of communication. "Well of course you get some, silly." Just then, another pony face planted in the mud. "That looks like fun. Hoof, why don't you give it a go. See how long the three will last before you pull them into the mud." Both Flaire and Lilly laughed, while hoof smiled. Flaire was only half kidding. He honestly felt Hoof was strong enough to yank them off their hooves, but he'd be too nice to do that. He'd probably just stand there holding the rope until they gave up. Thunderhoof drew on the ground again giving an evil smirk. Then pointed at Flaire. Lilly laughed out loud "This, I gotta see!" she said. "Do it, Flaire!" Hoof stomped in agreement. "Alright, alright!" Flaire gave in "Fine, I'll do it. But only if I get to do it my way." Hoof drew in the ground again "He's right, Flaire. You can't change colors. I'm sure they'll count that as magic." "But it doesn't give me an edge. It's just a bit of fun." he sighed dejectedly "Oh, you're probably right. Fine. No Colorshifting." he pouted Hoof slapped his back in a "you've got this!" gesture, which kinda hurt with his big hoof. "You'll do fine. Besides, it's just for fun, anyway, right?" "Yeah, yeah. You know, you guys are gonna have to make this up to me. I expect to have my spa day paid for, tonight." Hoof waved, dismissingly Once the next pony had finished his go, which seemed to take an impressively long time, Flaire made his way up to challenge the three others. He smiled weakly at them and waved. "Could you, maybe, go easy on me? I'm not vey strong." Flaire begged The one in front answered "Sorry, sir. For it to be fair, we have to give you the same challenge we give Everypony else." He and the others picked up the rope "Just pick up the rope whenever you're ready" He offered Flaire hesitated for a minute, thinking about backing out. But he decided why not, and picked up the rope in his teeth. The announcer's voice echoed as he called out "Alright! Let's get ready to start in three, two one, tug!" Flaire strained against the rope as the stallions pulled, giving him a challenge while not outright pulling him in immediately. It was then he realised what the challenge actually was. This wasn't about strength. It was about endurance. He didn't have to out pull three stallions, he just had to hold on as long as he could. He almost dropped the rope with his palpable sigh of relief. He stumbled a little, but regained his balance and pulled again, pulling with force as well as he could maintain. He knew the key to endurance was steadiness, so he tried to keep his pulling as steady as he could, trying not to jerk at all.As he pulled, he thought about changing colors to startle the others and get a good laugh. He'd probably be disqualified, but he didn't really expect to win, anyway. No, he thought, that would be bad sportsponyship. I'll just have to tough it out. He could feel his grip weakening, and snapped himself back to the task at hoof, yanking ever so slightly on the rope. Which gave him an idea. He started to relax his grip little by little letting them think they were besting him. They continued pulling the same, and he started slipping, but this was part of his plan. He got real close to the edge, and just before falling in, he pulled together all the strength he could muster and yanked on the rope like his life depended on it, trying to catch the others off guard. Unfortunately for Flaire, they were a little more practiced at this than he. They easily compensated for the sudden change and yanked back, sending Flaire sprawling into the mud. SPLASH! He quickly stood back up and began laughing his head off. "Well, that backfired, didn't it?" He laughed "You guys are pretty good at that." He gave them his signature genuine friendly smile "Thank you for the challenge, sirs." He bowed to them, and made his way back to his friends.