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Kalpira

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  1. Truth was that the young stallion wasn't that used to live amongside young children, so he couldn't help but to let out a soft chuckle when he caught sight of all of them behaving. They were playing and trying to drive Tea Cozy nuts just a minute ago, and now they looked just like little angels indeed. And yet, their faces showed how much they were controlling themselves, because they wanted their snacks ready so much.

    "I will help you, of course!", he said, following the mare to the kitchen and getting ready for any kind of help he could give. He found the milk carts all together over the balcony just with a glance, as if they were ready to be taken. Tea Cozy seemed to be a very organized mare, even for being pregnant and carrying that weight all day. He admired her courage, because he simply dreamt about what he could do for his life, but never really did anything besides working on his horseshoes and shields and ever so on. He liked to keep himself discret, but in his head, it wasn't quie like that that things worked.

    "They must love you a lot to obey that way!", he said, moving to the balcony and looking for a tray with his eyes, "I guess I've never tried to have any sort of talent towards kids. And in Canterlot you only see them in the morning and then at sunset anyway.", he said, chuckling just like he had done before. Even if he didn't have kids of his own, he knew that was true. Kids in Canterlot just loved to gallop around, chasing each other and playing untl their energies were out.

  2. The shy stallion looked at her hooves by a second, and didn't even think twice before answering. Well of course he didn't work that way when travelling! He was a blacksmith, and that was his job. All the other things he would do, would be for kindness and love for others. That was the way he had been taught, nothing more. "No Ma'am, I have to politely decline your offer of money. I'm here to help, and I'll do it by free will.", he said, being serious during the whole speech, but smiling in the end. And it was true he wanted to give as many helping hooves he could, due to the mare's condition. He rested his own hoof against hers, the one that was holding the coins, and pushed it slightly back, showing his intentions.

    "I'm Silver Anvil by the way, but you can call me Anvil.", he then said. Now his smile didn't abandon him, trying to let the mare comfortable, even if she was in her own environment. He was ready to help, and looked around once again. "So, you want me to help around here, right? I can start right away, you just need to tell me what's the spot that needs more help and then relax. It'll be ready before you wake up!"

  3. I was wandering in my facebook account, when I found the following video on MLP:FiM Portugal. It is really funny, but at the same time, can it be true? :P Well I know I have that spot in my brain, that love for ponies and horses, and it's good to know bronies' community is growing bigger and bigger!

  4. Well, by farm animal I am simply referring to the classification you bronies have in here, which is that some of the only creatures available and acceptable to RP are farm animals. So that's why I said we don't raise fainting goats in here, only normal goats. But I would still be wondering if a normal goat would be accepted or not, since there are no goats seen on the show yet.

  5. The stallion still took a little while to answer the question he was asked, mostly because he was so absorved into the sounds of the younglings and the words of the ever so caring mare. She sure seemed to love all of them very much, but she also seemed to be pretty tired. He had just noticed her enlarged tummy, a thing that made him wonder why she wasn't resting instead of taking care of so many foals. But still, he understood. He loved his work station as much as she loved taking care of foals, that was something he was pretty sure about. But just when he heard that she was all alone working in there, he couldn't help but to express what he felt about that. He was a shy young stallion, but his heart had the size of Equestria.

    "You know...", he said, "You might have just known me, and I believe you don't trust me at all. But it seems quite violent for you to work this hard when you're expecting a baby yourself! You should have more help in here, at least until your helper returns."

    He then looked away for a moment, remembering something. Well he was on vacation, for some weeks anyway, and he would love to meet new ponies in his travels. He would have nothing to do but to shop for a few hours on his last day there, so why not? He had nothing to lose for simply asking, wasn't that right? He cleared up his throat and spoke once again.

    "Since I'm here simply on vacation and I'm done with my deliveries, I could give you a hoof or two around here and give you some rest. I love working, specially if I can help others. And you wouldn't have to pay me anything.", he then looked at her and smiled once again. He had never looked after that many foals, or any baby for that matter, but he was hopping he could get the job done for the mare. Of course the little ones trusted her the most, but he could always try.

    Then he remembered her last line and shook his head for a second, looking quite embarrassed. Why of course, he had completely fallen asleep in his thoughts and offerings, and had completely forgot his purpose there.

    "That will be four coins, miss.", he finally said, pulling himself together and blushing a bit.

  6. Hello there!

    I ask you to add the tag Earth Pony to the title of your post, since it's easier for the mods to classify what you're applying for. Also, you should develop his personality a little bit. Is he brave? Is he shy? And what odd jobs does he make? And lastly, please correct the spelling errors, like die=dice.

  7. You ponies here who read about my introduction might probably know I'm not resident in the US. Unfortunately for me, I live in Portugal. Yes, the weather is great most of the times, and you have wonderful landscapes to see, but honestly, with the frustrations I'm having, I don't give a *neigh* about it. I feel like I'm restrained from the whole world, and being such a poor country, one can't live the way dreamed. Including me, because I'm graduating in a 2D and 3D Animation course, and as soon as I get enough money (in three years or so), I'm getting out of here as soon as I can and I'm gonna live to the US.

    Well, but why did I create this thread in the Brony Chatter section? Because of my main passion: ponies.

    Back when G1 and G2, our toy stores and even stationeries were full of My Little Pony Stuff: toys, notebooks, pens, bed covers, and even costumes and party kits. I was a little kid, and I was living the life back then. I could turn around and get the newest toy of MLP that I had seen on TV right on the next day. My mom bought me the VHS of the My Little Pony Movie, and it was brazilian translated. Of course I didn't care that much, since all of my Disney movies were all in brazilian. While most young girls had their bedrooms full of Barbie dolls, I had mine full of My Little Pony toys. I spent my whole afternoons playing with my ponies, and loving each one of them as if they were my own babies.

    And what about now?

    When you go to Toys 'r' Us looking for ponies, you can only find ONE single item, which is a cuddly My Little Pony baby you can feed and treat like a true baby. It is pretty cute, yes, but it's the ONLY thing you can freaking find in any toy store!!! Well, most of the times I don't even find anything, which I'm getting pretty used to, but seeing everypony else back in the US with everything modern pony makes me cry my eyes off. When I go looking for My Little Pony stuff, I can only find Ben 10 and Bratz, which makes me really really sad. We don't have Hub in here, not even Discovery Kids. Nopony here has a single clue what My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is, and it's been a year since it's live back there and we have nothing in here. I have to look for anything on Ebay, and still I don't trust shopping there.

    Last week, I was cleaning up my room, and I found my G1 Tootie Tails pony, which is now worth 13 american dollars. She still had that cute braid on her tail I had made, and a bang of her mane full of colourful beads, that I had done when I was like, 6? I spent almost an hour crying and looking at her, combing her hair and petting her, remembering how we had lots of fun back when I was a kid. Now ol' Tootie is standing right in front of me, in my book shelf, with her mane and tail still as beautifully combed as when she came out of her box. She still had some dirtiness marks from when she was getting dusty in the middle of nowhere, but now she is my favorite toy.

    But now when the new keycharms of G4 came out in the US, it was the last drop for me. I feel tremendously angry and sad for the ignorance of Portugal for forgetting My Little Pony and making me curl in a ball and cry. My boyfriend mut be tired of spending entire afternoons looking for ponies with me, and then handle me sobbing when I come out with my hands empty.

    Sorry about the ranting, everypony. I'm gonna shut up nowz.

  8. The young stallion had just been scratching the floor with his hooves while he waited, so it was almost like a surprise when the door swung open for him.He looked up suddely, his grey eyes meeting the mare's, that had simply fascinated him. Everypony said that pregnant mares turned even prettier when in gestation, but he didn't know that. So for a split of a second, he could say no word. The truth was, dealing with the opposite gender had always been an obstacle towards communication for the stallion. He shook his head, making his mane shake a little bit as well. He finally managed to clear up his throat and speak for himself, explaining the reason of his visit.

    "Good morning, Madam.", he said, "Yes, I am. I'm here to deliver the pair of pans that were ordered from Canterlot, ideal to cook meals for kids.". He then unhooked himself from his cart and pulled the pair of pans hanging from it to hold them on his front teeth. But he soon realized that the mare wasn't alone at all, and mess was order in that nursery. He didn't want to look way too nosy, but he couldn't help but to look around, only moving his eyes.

    He couldn't let such a sweet and pretty mare take care of all of those foals by herself, even if he didn't know if she already had a helper or not. So much noise wasn't quite the thing that stallion liked, but he was aware of how hard it was to raise and take care of such a large offspring from all over Ponyville. His little sister was adorable, but sometimes she could be a pain in the tail.

    "Looks like you have your hooves full of work.", he mumbled as soon as he managed to find a good way to handle the mare the pair of pans, trying not to step on any of the more curious younglings hat peeked by the door, "But they seem to love you a lot!". When he added that last sentence, a wide smile started forming on his muzzle. He couldn't help but to look down at the dozens of colors that didn't stop moving, looking almost like a living rainbow.

  9. What an amazing yet exquisite environment!

    Ponies were shopping and selling, working on their own jobs and showing their skills, making their cutie marks proud. Well he was proud of his own work, but truth was, he felt a little bit out of place in that ville. For Anvil, everything seemed to be way too modern, or way too complicated for his medieval head. He just mumbled to himself everytime he tried to understand something, and kept looking everywhere like a lost foal while he pulled his cart. The finished horseshoes and even repaired pans tintled, hanging upside down as the stallion kept on pulling his own little business. He had several things to deliver in Ponyville, and then he was done to be down from his job of blacksmith for a few weeks. Certainly somepony would replace him back in Canterlot, but still he wasn't too sure about leaving his beloved hometown. Ahh, how he missed the knights crossing his path, ordering huge ammounts of armours for upcoming wars.

    But this time, one of them had just come. In that morning, they had left their houses on a rush, the sound of their horseshoes making the floor rumble. Anvil had awaken with a smile on his face, recognizing the sound of his work anywhere. Gossip ran wild in Canterlot, and Anvil just knew it: they had left for a battle. With the pieces he had made. That made him proud, but at the same time, worried. He had always loved to watch the knights training or even just wandering around, because deep inside, that was a dream of himself. However, he knew he had no guts to apply for such a hard job. He was just way too sensitive to see blood, but at the same time, it fascinated him. His father kept telling him fantastic tales about brave knights when he was a foal, and now he just couldn't stop dreaming about them. Either f he was awake or asleep.

    The young stallion walked back and forward through Ponyville during the whole afternoon, delivering the few pieces he had left from previous orders. He had had finally a little bit of time to work on those orders, and now they were ready. He knocked on every single door, his cart beginning to become lighter and lighter. His little metallic box for the coins was now almost full, and he knew he could eat and sleep properly on his first day of vacation in Ponyville.

    There was just one house left. Or to be more specific, a kettle.

    From the distance, he could already hear the squeaks, laughs and screams of the young ponies playing in there, which made him chuckle to himself as well. A pair of pans to deliver was the last on his list, probably to cook meals for the little ones. He knocked on the door, and waited patiently for its owner to get it,

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