deathpigeon

Winter takes the flower surprised, "Thank you?" She tilts her head, then shrugs. If the strange little filly was going to be different, she wasn't going to worry about it. Not at all. "Well then, I suppose I'm off." Winter began to leave, but she paused at the door, "My names Winter." And with that she was gone. Sneaking off away from the shop to her hideout. As she flew she thought about what had just happened. After a while, she thought to her self, Did I just make a friend? Perhaps...

Winter's deep red eyes flashed in anger, "I will never speak of him, and if you know what is good for you, neither will you. If I knew where he was, he would have already 'accidentally' fell of a cliff to his death after being bound and gagged!" She slammed her hoof down on the table with a snarl. She takes a few breaths before speaking again. "Anyways, its not the lack of friends that caused my current continence, but rather the constant proliferation of my enemies caused by the queer, aberrant, bizzarre, peculiar and most unfortunate circumstances surrounding my genesis as well as the malicious, base, vile,vicious, and overall mean circulation of bogus, and apocryphal actualizations about me."

Winter frowned solemnly, "I had a friend," she paused dramatically, "once." She absentmindedly took another sip, her mind clearly somewhere else. After a second she realized that she was drinking it. She looked at her glass suspiciously, then carefully put it down staring at the subtle flow of the particles within the lemonade, examining it for poison. This staring, however, only heightened her healthy dose of paranoia into overdrive. Paranoia that the lemonade was poison quickly turned into paranoia that the police were already on there way, which in turn turned into paranoia that she was going to be shunned as an out cast again, which then turned into paranoia that stories of her had come south. All this paranoia eventually lead to one colt and his influences. Does he know where I am? Does he have people right now setting this town against me? Perhaps they proceded me. That would explain the cold welcome. Though they could just be snobs. She shook her head. All that paranoia was useless for now. She filed her inner doubts away in a corner of her mind. With that out of the way, she picked up the lemonade and took a sip.

Winter glared slightly, "Oh, right. You have a mother, one who is, presumably, concerned for your well being. I suppose your happy she isn't here. I suppose your happy to get time on your own. Don't be. Let me tell you something about mothers: its always best to have one," She sipped the lemonade absentmindedly, "Not everypony does, and those who do are lucky. You'll never find a friend like a mother. Never, ever."

Winter Fire's eyes narrow. "Why should I trust you? All you have done since we met has been making a series of veiled threats towards me. Not the best foundation for a friendship, not that there is a good foundation for friendship," her eyes glaze over as she begins to remember the past, "every friendship ends badly, and everyone you ever trust betrays you..." She shakes her head, "Sorry. I was rambling. I'd like to leave now."

Winter landed hard. With a grunt she got up, and, holding the plant steady turned to Sunny. She said, "Tea? I'm not a big fan of it. Now if you had some good quality vodka, that would be another story entirely..." as she replaced the plant. "Now if you would excuse me, I would like to leave. I have a, a... thing at a, a... place."

Greetings Sparkdust. Nice name btw. May I ask how you are, mortal?

As silently as the wind, Winter Fire slipped into the shop. Like a cat, she slipped over the the register. She began to open the register when she noticed Sun Sprout watering the infirmary, and she nearly jumped. Winter quickly got out from behind the counter, and began making a break for the door. However, she did not move carefully enough, and knocked a plant into the air. She made a little yell as she leaped in to save it.

That all?

Updated Summary to take into account your criticisms.

Her special talent is essentially self-reliability.

Her Cutie Mark represents how she can't trust anyone, and can rely on herself alone to survive, the broken heart and the flames respectively.

[ Pony ] Name: Winter Fire Sex: Female Age: Filly Species: Pegasus Pelt Color: White Mane/Tail Color & Style: Light blue Eye Color: Red Cutie Mark: A broken heart surrounded by fire Physique: Skinny, almost starved Residence: Trottingham Occupation: Unemployed and homeless Motivation: To help the homeless children of the North Likes: Food, the cold, snow, danger, pain Dislikes: Ponies, hunger, indoors, confinement, politeness, authority, needing help, warmth, broken promises, pretty much everything else Character Summary: Winter Fire was born far to the North at the height of winter. In the North, anypony born on that day was considered to be cursed with bad luck, and it soon seemed to come true. Her mother only survived long enough to give her her name. Her father died soon after in a great blizzard. Because of when she died, everypony blamed her when things went wrong, and nopony would accept her. As such, she grew up on the streets, homeless in the cold. However, she eventually made friends with a young colt called Snake Dancer. After a while, though, even he betrayed her. He left her to die in a blizzard in order to take her food. In the blizzard she felt at ease and safe, but she was forced to return to town because of hunger. After that, the streets ponies blamed her for everything they did, and happened to them. One of them stole food? Winter Fire did it. One of the ponies is killed? Winter Fire did it. To add insult to injury, they took any food she had that they could get. Despite all this, she still helped them when they needed her help, but every problem she fixed was inevitably blamed on her. Eventually, she decided to go south in hopes of ending poverty, homelessness, and hunger in the north. When she flew south, she gained her cutie mark, to represent the suffering and betrayal she felt, and her utter determination to help everypony, no matter what they felt of, or did to her. In the south, she came to Trottingham. The posh ponies of Trottingham wished to have nothing to do with her, and slammed their doors in her face. They gave her no food, no shelter, not even any kind words. All they asked was for her to return home. Despite their refusal to help her, she began to squat in an abandoned and dilapidated mansion, looking for ways to make money, and stealing enough food to feed herself. Winter Fire is quiet and reserved. She doesn't speak much, and when she does, she speaks with as little words as possible. She enjoys danger, and revels in her bad luck. She has a knack for finding, and worsening, bad situations for herself. She values the lives, and welfare, of others over her own, and will never pass up a chance to help out. She dislikes rich ponies, unless they actively spend their money to help out the poor. She loves food, and eats as much as she can. In her mind, wasting food is a terrible crime, and every bite is worth savoring. No picture yet, might add one later.

I am not killing. I am a pigeon of death. Not a pigeon that brings death. There is a difference. I'm more of a psychopomp.

Thanks everypony!!!!