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Dusty last won the day on October 24 2020

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    USA, north of a swamp.
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    Tanks, History, Wars, World Building, RP, Books, Games and honestly a lot of other things. Be here all day trying to think of them all too list.

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    Tempest Shadow
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    Dusty S Hooves

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  1. My RP goals for 2021: More Tempest! Exploring, seeing more of the world with her and planting the seeds of a more stable life for her. And for her to somewhere along the way end up looking after a foal in need. She has what it takes to do much more and break away from the past she’s tied to. 


    Well that is going on. I want to make one more app. As some may have seen I more or less just stopped playing other OC’s as Tempest just clicked in ways they never did. But there has been one I have wished too app for some time but never did out of fear. Seen me speak of it from time too time. But I need to stop remarking on it and just do it. I’m going too app Celestia. With her setting down from power I feel more safe moving in to play as her and take her down new paths. I know not every one may like my take on Celestia but I have wanted to play her for a very, very long time. It's time she dusted off her old war hammer and gathered a new adventure party. sol invictus.

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    2. Ciraxis


      Hmmmm. Seems like Celestia would use sword or spear more, since they commonly likened to sun rays (with Claíomh Solais and Galatine being prime examples), but you do you.

    3. PyroBlaze


      Also, morning stars, if only for the name. She could use one of those spiked maces

    4. Alivda


      If dark souls has taught me anything, lighting spears is the weapon of choice for the sun.

  2. She ‘spoke’ her plan with hoof movements, pushing figures in to place for some mock battle. Deception was a word for her movements. Using small forces too draw in bigger ones to bottle necks they’d never see coming. Only to have forces move in from the back and trap them. Brutal efficiency with no love or care put in for things other than winning. Every soldier was a pawn to be moved however needed. In her eyes this is how war is waged. You win or lose. There is no room for feelings in the mix. Yet she was feeling a lot of things in the moment. Fear. Worry. And most of all excitement. And that excitement grew as he moved closer. She tried to push it off but the need to feel useful, wanted, was powerful. She got stiff as stone when he pulled himself up over her back. What was he doing? Was he going to just take her on this table like some romance book? No. As he spoke all the lust and wanted pride was washed out in fear. Feeling a hoof pushing her down made her push back, hooves pushing on the table as all his mass pushed down on her back. Yet she did hold herself up off the table. But even if she was holding herself up mostly, he was heavy. If she moved a hoof at all she’d fall down. It was an act of defiance but one she can’t act on. The worst outcome did happen and she was at his mercy at this moment. She looked down for a time, thinking. “[I… I am not. Normel. Yes.]” Her speech was slow and broken. “[Touched… of the magics of sky thunder. But I not use it, not one. I kill as asked. Do as asked. Wish no harm on you. No. I see… power in you. Read of you, seen of you. Wanted more. Got more. You are strong and honorbound. Keep words. Keep promises. I been betrayed so much. Wish I followed you first. Other life. Other times maybe.]” She grunted, it was hard to speak and focused on holding herself up with him on her back. If this was less… threatening she’d call this the hottest dam moment of her life. But it was hard to feel too worked up when she may be killed soon. Maybe he’d let her die with some honor? She’d not fuss too much at such a death.
  3. With everything set up, music playing and fire going Tempest smiled. Where she was now. What she has done. All of this was just so… Insane. Yet it felt good. Like she was breaking off chains of her own making and learning how to live and just enjoy herself. It felt like the first steps of a foal in some ways but she knew it must happen. She will fall. She will trip. But she must do it and she’d not be alone. And that alone changed the world for her. "Happy birthday, Tempest!" The voice made her jump in the air, so lost in her own thinking she did not hear him approaching. Did not help that she had no clue as to whom that voice belonged to! Spinning about to face the pony she even more god smacked seeing him. Shining Armor was here? The old captain of the Guard that got hooked up with the Empress? “Uh, hi?” She asked, taking a step back. “Um, hope you are not here to arrest me or something. Whatever it is I swear I didn't do it.” She added with a weak smile. She honestly had no clue why he was here and wishing her a happy birthday. This had to be some joke. And then her Boss arrived. Well, Ex-boss. She put in the paperwork to leave for good some time ago and Ice has been nothing but extremely helpful and nice about it. She did invite her to the party so seeing her was not much of a shock. Mare did say she’d come no matter what. “H-hay boss! Good. I think. I don’t know, maybe going to jail again so maybe I can have some bail cash as a gift? … Again?” She asked with an even more weak smile. At least Glitter was not he- And there was Glitter. Trotting up without a care in the world and flirting like it was nothing. She didn't even know how to respond to that comment! And then Glitter just leaned up and smooched her on the nose. …. ….. “Uhyahahuh” Tempest mumbles, blushing so hard her fur was going to turn red at this rate as she just spaced out and looked completely lost as what to do. Her social skills were still… Well, it was unclear if she even had one pont at all in it.
  4. Tempest sat alone looking down at the frozen river. The sun was long gone all ready, touching away behind the hills of trees so soon this far north. Yet she did not mind. The stars were beautiful up here. Yet they were not her focus at the moment. That was fixed on a bag in her hooves full of litters. She felt uneasy, nerves. Scared even. How long ago was the last time she had a birthday party? Two decades? And yet Glitter remembered it and was the one to nudge her along to ask others to come. It felt weird to do it. Yet she knew she needed to do it. This was important for her to do. She had to flip this last page and start the next chapter. After a few more moments looking at the frozen river she looked down the path and the city down the road. Somehow this one trip felt more terrifying then marching in to war. She has seen cities in flames. Masses marching in chains to work until they drop. And yet that one road and the letters in this bag made her hooves feel like stone. What was she after all? She didn't know. But she knew what she wasn't. And so she forced herself to move down the road. She had to drop the letters off before the mail offices closed. ---- Four weeks later. ---- Tempest waved as the old mare walked away. Everything was done. She’d have free run on this land for the rest of the day to host her party. Even if that word was something of overkill for what she wanted. More like ‘peaceful gathering of maybe friends’ but whatever. The land was a good sized plot of unused farmland in the farming district of the imperial city and inside of its shield. So even in the dead of winter the air was… Well, not cold as it can be. But what matters was the lack of snow and lack of freezing to death. They’d both be a bummer on a hang out. She had set up everything she hoped she’d need. Some benches to eat at, nice big firepit to stay warm and had some cake and food in order to show up later today. It was nothing fancy but that is way she wanted this. She did not want some big party. She just wanted something more basic and slow going… Mostly so she felt safe. Last thing she needed was a panic attack on her birthday. Now all she needed was for every pony to show up! And for Glitter to get her cute flank down to the city. She had some ‘last moment things’ to do back home, whatever that was. But she’d be here soon hopefully. With everything set and ready she hoped over to the record player and with a zap of magic powered it up. It may not be ‘birthday’ music, but buck it. She loved this band! This music just clicked with her.
  5. Tempest flicked her ears when she felt Glitter nuzzling in to her mane as a resting place for the mare's head. It made her chuckle some but she did not stop it. Glitter needed the rest, she can live with her mane messed up. “Good.” She remarked, pushing on ahead in the deep snow. She wanted to lay down by a fireplace. Nap. Rest. Take a warm bath. Yet so much had too be done. Soon as she got Glitter home they’d need too get help. A doctor to look her over. Get her set up. Safe. Then rest. The day was long from over even if the sun sets fast this far north. Soon they were at a steam. It was small but too wide to leap over. Too deep to trust the ice. No way they can drown but getting wet at all in this cold was deadly. Tempest looked it over, then eyed up some trees. “Close your eyes.” She says as her horn sparked to life with magic as she aimed at a tree. With the roar of thunder an arch of magic ripped in to the base, wood shattered and exploded as the tree groaned and fell before slowing as magic flowed over it. Tempest gritted her teeth, horn showering her in sparks as the tree moved over to the steam and fell down over it making a path. Next her magic moved to the branches, ripping and blasting them off with the smell of ash and smoke. It was not the first time she’s done this. “You can open them now.” With that she leaps up on the tree and walks to the other side, calling Koda to follow them over.
  6. "Y'all right there, Tempest?" Tempest looked over and down at Apple Bloom, the young mare's words made her much more aware how uneasy she looked. Distressed even. She took in a deep breath, forcing herself to relax some. “Ya. Fine. Need too smoke. Or drink... or both” She says back to Apple Bloom with a shake of her head, looking back at Rainbow. She was a good mare, strong willed… some times. But one of the few can keep up with her morning runs. But what she liked most about her was loyalty. A small word that means everything for Tempest. Her ears flicked as AJ made that awful sound again. It made her flinch, but she held her ground. “Good. Your Welcome…” She wanted to say more, but did not know what. After a moment she pieced it together. “Sorry I look such a mess. Did not think… You know, I'd be here for this. Just came here to help when AJ told me she’d need an extra pair of hooves. Heh. Did not even lie did she?” She says looking away at all the others in the hallway. Seems like she had plenty, but then again when is it too much in a time like this? But it seems things were heating up. “Get back to AJ.” She says backing off from the door. She kept her ears up, following the sounds on the other side of the wall. It still felt so… AJ was a good mare. Deep breaths. Easy. Relaxe. Deep breaths. Easy. Relaxe. She felt her body loosen up, heart slowing too a more steady beat. Everything was ok. Then she heard the filly cry out. It felt like a rock slamming in to her face, trying to force open a locked door. Her ears folded back close to her skull as stomped a hoof but held her ground. No. Not today. She was stronger than this. Deep breaths. Relaxe. Everything was ok. Opening the eyes she unknowing held shut she looked back at the doorway and the sounds within. The filly was in good hooves. Loving hooves. Hooves that can look after it. Know how to look after it. And maybe someday she’d believe in herself in that way. Maybe one day she’d fix the past. But today she was a friend and one that will flinch away from this happy moment. She did not know the name of the filly yet, but whatever he or she may be… they are blessed to rest in the hooves of AJ and... And she wanted to see it.
  7. It was about time we saw the end! Ponyvill was coming back in to view and by the gods she was tired from all this running, rock dodging and rushing over flooding rivers. What she needed was a toasty fireplace and some Hot coco with her friend. That was a mare. A mare friend. But not like that! Maybe? Ok maybe they were. Well whatever it was, Temy was ready to lay down and get snuggles from her Glitter. But first she had to be done with this race! Hopefully she did not fall too far behind, she got rather sidetracked back in the woods and lost her way. Not her fault, she found a cool old shed that needed exploring… But with a clean path ahead with no danger it was her last shot as pulling ahead and win something. She had a feeling she was going to lose again. But that need to win at the start of the race was less pushing now. She just wanted to be done with this in truth. Maybe she was just getting too old for this nonsense.
  8. Through the hills She stopped, ears perked as she heard picked sounds from somewhere behind… Maybe behind. Think woods like this and mess with sounds like that. But she heard talking and some dreadful music. What was that awful sound? Whatever it was she was willing to bet it was made by Pinky. She didn't want to hate that mare, not at all. But that pink monster was just everything she can not stand given life. They were just complenty incompatible personality wise. So it was best she just kept on moving, speeding up her trot some more to keep ahead of whatever was going on. The magical lamp was useful, even if it was more on the dim side it let her see the path and step over roots and rocks safely. All she can ask for in a tool in truth, it did its job fine and that’s all it needed to do. It was something she needed to do more with herself. She spent so much time trying to be more than what she was and not learning to love what she can do. It was slow work but she was doing it… “I wish I had some pony to talk too.” She muttered alone as kept up her speedy trot. Maybe she needed to fall in to one of the packs? maybe. She still wanted to win this race for how.
  9. Through the hills Tempest was getting… Tired. This race was maybe just a hint longer than she thinked it was going to be. Maybe she needed to read better… Not her fault she was self trained and can’t read big words. OK maybe just did not read much about this at all. But between all the running, dodging falling rocks and other mess she was feeling it. She really was not in the same shape she was three or four years ago. So seeing all the sharp hills and their strong inclines put her down even more. Her legs were sore all ready! She was not about to run up and down hills now. So around them she’d go sticking to the shady dark valleys. She used to be scared of the dark. When she was younger and alone in the world, exploring without a clue. Slowing to a speedy trot she followed the old trails and let her mind wander to a place long ago. A filly lost in the wods, scared and alone. Wanting to go home. Sleep in her own bed. Wash in a warm bath. Fresh food on a table. Yet she was to far away with no map or hope of remembering the way back. How long was she lost in woods like this? She did not know in truth. It felt like a lifetime for her back then and even now she is unsure of how many days or weeks it was. It was just by luck she got out before winter came. Stopping she took in the trail, the darkness. The forest was thick and old. Untouched save for a few magical lamps. Walking over to one she inspected it, then ripped it out of the tree it was nailed into after some pulling. Being strong as an earth pony had some upsides when you can’t use magic! Holding it by her muzzle she pushed onwards keeping to her speedy trot to allow herself some rest. She hasn't seen others yet, hopefully they were ok from rockslide… This trail was nice. She’d have to come back later when she was not racing. Maybe take Glitters for a more peaceful walk? Old woods like this were peaceful places. To think she used to fear them and was funny in a way. Now it just felt like an old home. Safe and peaceful from the rush of towns and cities… And in a way from the rush of the race. A much needed moment to take a breath and relax.
  10. Running through the avalanche Much as she hated it, she was starting to feel strain. How much longer was this race again? It can’t be that much longer can it? Long as she kept pushing herself this was in the bag. She was going to win and show every pony what she is made of. Show herself what she is made of. In truth it's why she joined at all. She needed to prove to herself all of this training and hardship she’s endured was worth something. anything! ‘Oh buck!’ Tempest snaps her focus back on to the trail as she hits a sharp turn, almost sliding off the sides. One glance told her all she needed about that fall. This race really was not playing. Slowing down to a more controlled canter as she makes her way up the zigzagging path. No way she’d win if went flying off the trail! And that’s when her ears flicked, picking up the sound of stone moving overhead. “Oh you gotta be JOKING!” She shouted in anger before pushing back in to a full gallop as the stone avalanche raced down to meet her. Looking up and down at the trail she powered ahead as fast as her legs carried her. The idea to take selter did not cross her mind as she watched them come. All she can do is pray her wits and speed can keep her safe from danger. Being crushed to death really was not how she wanted to go out of this world.
  11. ALL OUT Tempest was unlike most unicorns, so unlike them she may have been the only one to push themself like she did. Her magic was strong but unreliable and for most of her life completely useless. She filled in that gap using her body. Raw strength and endurance took the place of magic and in it she found an outlet. Every morning she runs. Every other day she worked out useing whatever tools she had at hoof. Buckets of water, fallen trees or rocks. Whatever worked. Whatever she had at hoof. She had a body that made even earth ponies blush and feel feeble. And what of her size? She was head and shoulders taller than most and could look the tallest pony in this town in the eyes. It made her wonder if maybe she was never supposed to be a unicorn. She sure wasn't built like one. Yet for all of this… That blasted mare tailing her was still yaping as if going in a full blast gallop was nothing. And that was infuriating. She wanted to slam in to her, knock her down and hammer a hoof in to that face. By all means the mare says. By all means she’d be happy to break that mare's jaw! See how much that mare grins and acts all snippy rolling in the dirt missing teeth. By all means she’d love to show that mare just what she can do. But that’d kick her out of the race… But that did not matter. No what did matter was how Glitter may feel. Fear? Scard? Disappointed? That alone was far worse than being kicked out of the race for beating some mare in to a heap. And for Glitters sake she had to control herself. She had a race to win and she’d do it fair. She can’t let this mare or others get underneath her skin. She was better than that. With new found focuses she pushed herself harder, faster. To gain every last inch of space she can in the race and show that mare what she’s made of!
  12. ALL OUT So it seems she did fall behind thanks to an act of kindness. It was undesirable but she had no way of knowing the outcome if she did not. What if they got hurt? Gods, what if the colt was killed? Can she live with that again? And the truth was no. She can’t. She did the best thing and if it cost her the race so be it. But she still has room to gain what was lost and the clean shot ahead was just what the doctor ordered. A wide-open valley with lots of room to get around the herd. Tempest was going to show all of them just what she can do. Deep breaths, relaxing of the body, bracing for what will come. She was no race horse but she knew how to run like one. A trot in to the canter, canter in to the gallop. Head lower, four-beat gait, nose flaired take in that air. She did not need to think of her movement, her gait, it comes to you and you must let the inertia carry you on words between the beat of the hooves. And that beat is all that mattered in the moment. Four thumps and a moment of airtime between them. She may not have wings but every pony can fly long as they gallop fast enough. It did not take long to gain on her lost lead, most of them were not even trying to run this fast! It made passing them all the more easy. And to her shock Copper was not pushing for the lead, he was slowing down with the others. A shame. But it seems a few others were willing to show off what they can do! Even that cute punch mare, seems she can move some tail if needed… And of all things some other mare pulled in up behind her opened up with some small talk? In a gallop? How in the world did that mare speak running this fast? She can barely think clearly at this speed! “YES!” Was the only talking that mare was going to get. Tempest will not hamper regaining her lead by wasting air on some blasted small talk! Last thing she needed to be was distracted, at this speed she’d break her legs if she tripped!
  13. bridge Why was this colt so dang slow? Can’t he speed his tiny legs up? “Come on, go, go, go, off the bridge Zap. When did you get so big?” She says pushing him along with her head and muzzle. It's like every time she saw this colt he was twice as big, it's a crime for him too grow this fast! She felt OLD seeing it! But she can worry about old age later, soon as she got off the bridge she let off pushing him along. About time! Uhg, she wasted more time taking this bridge than she gained thanks to this colt! “Safe and sound, I got a race to win. Keep a better eye on him!” Bridge Crossed With Zap safe she focused on the path ahead and Copper running off. That #%#@$ horn head. She was not going to be beaten like this! With nothing more to do with the colt she took off after Copper, pushing herself back up to stop speed down the muddy path after him. How much time did she lose? How far behind were they both? She can’t let that slow her down. Full steam ahead was the only way to win! No more slow down, no more stopping! Most of all with that pink demon so close... At lest she got away before the pink monster realy startred yaping.
  14. As the ceremony happened Tempest found herself thinking more and more about life and where it's going. Where she is going to go with it. She needed change. She knew that for a long time yet she didn't act on it. She told herself over and over she was nothing but a killer. A solder. A tool. Useless. Worthless. Yet that was changing with every passing year and this year more so than all others. Winter was coming again, has it already been one year with glitter? It did not feel like it in truth. Time slipped past her hooves in a blur of moments and all of them were… Good. The truth of the matter was easy to see. She was happy with what was going on and this change in the pace of her life was deeply good for her. Needed even. For so long she felt like she was sliding deeper and deeper in to some gaping maw of despair with no way to stop it. And maybe she can’t. Not alone. For so long she was unwilling to open up and speak about her demons, fears and why she can’t sleep worth a buck most of the time. Yet glitter was different. Maybe it was the fact she knew her as a filly. Maybe it was some part of her desperately reaching out for the ‘better’ times long ago when she was one. She Can't say. But she knew living with Glitters was good for her. Good for her body and soul. She was the friend she needed back in her life. That silly filly she crushed on so dang hard back in the day when life was so much more carefree. It made her giggle softly just thinking of it. How silly it all was. How she day dreamed of being some heroic colt saving the day and kissing the princess. She never saw herself as being some lame cute filly, she was going to be the hero and get the filly! And well she may have fallen short of… Well, all of it. She did have one thing back. And Glitters was worth so much. Just thinking of it made her lean more in to Glitter, gently nuzzling the mare well idly daydreaming as she shut her eyes and just enjoyed the moment. The exclamation from Glitter did make her ears perk, wondering what she was about to say as she tried to shake off her daydreaming only to open her eyes in time too see the mare plant a kiss on her muzzle… … Tempest squeaked. She really didn't even know she could make the sound she just did. Or think. What? Tempest.exc has stopped working. Have you tried turning it off and on again? … Her horn sparked, eyes looking more like Derpy Hooves them Tempest. “Whawhatuhwhyah” She mutters blinking a few times before she can focuses back on Glitter. One part of her brain was having a party, the other half screaming. How long has she wanted that? So many times as a filly she day dreamed about being some handsome colt getting to kiss her. But Glitter… Glitter kissed first! Why? What was happening. ‘KISS HER BACK’ The small voice of Fizzlepop yelled from deep in the back of Tempest's mind. After a few more confused seconds she did just that, pushing her nose against the other mares and took in a deep breath of Glitters sent before kissing her. Why did she do that? Why did she feel so weird? What in the name of the gods just happened? Why did it feel so good? She wanted to jump up and down and she felt so happy and alive in this one moment!
  15. Bridge Just how in the blazed did she not die as a filly? Was she this clueless as well? No way she was. She’d been dead a dozen times over. But here this colt was, looking out at the river about to take a bridge down with some clueless looking on his face. It was innocent how clueless he was about it. Somethin bout that tugged at her heart and made her feel ashamed for even thinking bad of him for being innocent. Not every pony needs to live like she did. “Time to move!” She shouted as coming to a stop next to Zap, leaning her head down to push the colt along. “Look later we got to run! Don’t want to lose, do ya?” She says pushing him along to get the colt moving again. She did not want to grab him but if things got to bad she’d do it, regardless how much he may fuss. A full grown pony falling in to a river is one thing. A colt? Well she’s heard of far less doing them in. And can that pink demon shut up? Why was she like that? Yap-yap-yap like some tiny dog. At least Copper was making himself useful, good on him. She needed to talk to him more and learn what his deal was. Why was he on them posters or whatever it was… when Apple Bloom got closer she waved the filly on… or well, young mare? to keep going. “Keep on running, Bloom! Come on Zap, move that flank, want her beating ya?” She fussed as she did her best to get them all off the bridge before it gave out underneath them. They were so close!
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