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  1. Bridge What pony runs headlong in to a storm like this with a smile? What mad mare yells at the sky daring it to even try to strike her down? Tempest was one such mare and pony. The rain cooled her hide and the gumling roar of the storm cheered her on. She was Tempest Shadow, the stormcaller, thundermaker, skybreaker and tempest given life. She feared no storms and just laughed. “Hele faren!” She shouted up at the sky in the runic language of the caribou. “[Hear me! Give me strength! I shall scream your name for all to hear, shout its strength for all to know! I fear no storms, fear no death!]” With her offer shouted to the gods above she focused on the path ahead. Two paths that is. A bridge that may give out below her hooves in the raging river or a slower safer path up and over the river. She was not about to take the lower path, not with Strong Copper hot on her flank. And it looked like he was going to take the bridge as well. So she had only one path to take it seems. Full speed ahead over the bridge! She did not fear what may happen. It was pointless to fear such danger and the risk of death. It's the will of the gods when it happens after all. So she did not slow down, slowing may risk not making it even more. All she can do is pass over it as fast as possible!
  2. Well almost everypony looked at this race as a group event to do together, Tempest did not. She never did think in a herd mentality and in events this was even more clear cut. For her ‘teamwork’ was still a very foreign concept made all the more unthinkable in the context of a competition. Why slow down, why give less than 110% to keep with others slower than you? The world only had winners and losers. She was tired of being the loser. And so she plowed ahead of the group, heart pounding in her head and lungs flaring as she galloped as fast as her legs carried her. She wanted as much of a head as she could muster. Earth ponies have a lot of endurance and were going too be in much better shape at the last stretch of this race than she was. So it stands that her best move was to put as much space as she can on them so when she slowed they’d have much more ground to cover to pass her. Easy. And most of them never had to do what she did. Run like she has for long as she has. At least she hoped so, she did not know every pony after all. For all she knows some real race horses were in town for this. So she gave a look over her back and was shocked that of all things a unicorn on her tail. He did not seem to be gaining on her but he was holding in behind her. She’s honestly never seen him before… or did she? On some posters? Was he well known or something? She then noted the two large scars and felt a deep itching over her body from hers. It's why she covered her body, she did not want others seeing what was underneath it and just how scared her body was. Seeing another holding such marks struck something in her. You do not gain them by a happy event. Something happened to this pony and that something must have been much like her stories. Pain. Seeing the rest falling more and more behind she allowed her pace to slow, allowing him to pull in closer. “You! What is your name!?” She shouted so he could hear her. She was not about to let him get -that- close after all! Can’t risk him falling in line with her if he was as fast or gods forbid, faster, than her. But she did want to learn where he was from. How did he get his scars and what was his story.
  3. Trotting in place Tempest was more than ready to go. Stripped down to just her trademark black jumpsuit she intrusted all of her ammor in the safe hooves of Glitter for this race. She knew her friend would keep it safe and she needed to be as light and agile as possible! Even if she did feel almost nude without its mass on her body. Stopping her in place Trotting she leaned down and stretched her legs, looking out at the track ahead. It seems a storm was coming, something that does not happen by random. Maybe they were younking a trick from her book on combat tactics? How cute. She was more than willing to run headlong into a thunderstorm! She’s done it in the sky without flinching, on land it's even more easy. Looking over at the elderly stallion she waved at onlookers, seeing some even cheering for her. Somehow she had ‘fans’ or something. She really did not understand how or why but some ponies just loved her. Mostly the younger ones that loved to dress in black and have a lot of spikes on. It was strange and in truth she did not understand it at all. But it did make her feel good in a way. Looking back ahead she diged her hooves in to the dirt, body tensing up as the countdown started. "Get ready." She leaned in, legs twitching with the raw strength years of hardship has forged in to her body. "Get set." Hoofing at the ground with her front legs her nose flared as she took in a big breath of air. … When the whistle blew she ripped up the dirt underneath her hooves as her body launched forwards like a cannonball. Reaching a full gallop in moments she tore down the dirt path, focused fully on the road ahead as her heart hundred like the beat of an artillery battery. Come rain, hail, thunder or worse she was going to give this race every scrap of blood, sweat and tears she had on offer and may the gods have mercury on whatever gets in her way!
  4. She shouldn't be here. She should be far north by a fire forgetting her past. Forgetting everything. Yet that old story keeps coming back, a book that no matter how hard she tries it ends back on her shelf. And it keeps coming back so innocently. Helping a friend… A friend she in some ways views as a mother. She loved working on AJ’s farm in truth and she has been learning much from it. So whenever offered she took that extra time on it. Learning, helping. In time she hoped to have her own farm and fields to plow and look after. Her own getaway from the world at large. Yet it came back in the screams of a mare in labor. Echoing off wooden walls of a hospital. Yet it did not feel like one. It sounded like that barn. The air nippy… Walls falling apart. With a gasp Tempest sucked air in to her lungs, releasing the breath she unaware held too long. Looking over at the family she took stalk of them with heavy, baged eyes from a lack of sleep. She did try but sleep was unwelcoming as dreams twisted in to nightmares of sins past and her mistakes. Her worst mistake. The cries of the mare in labour made her ears fold back as her eyes looked focused on nothing. Deep. Breaths. Slow. Stady. Everything will be fine. AJ is safe. The foal is safe. This is a safe place. A palace where they help no matter what happens. Deep breaths. She was Tempest, she was strong. She was brave. She needed to be that more than ever for AJ. For her family. The opening of the door snapped her back to reality, Dash calling out for a nurse. Everything is FINE nothing bad is going to happen. She is fine… AJ is fine. The foal will be fine. She wanted to speak up but found her voice lost. Aj’s family stepped up to do all the speaking anyways. They were a good lot. A good family. Far better than what she’d… They have done this all before. When the foal was safe and alive… She’d be strong and ready. To give words of praise and encouragement. She hoped she’d be ready. She can’t let a friend down. Not in a moment like this. Deep breaths. Slow. Stady. “Dash, how’s she looking?” She asked, walking closer to the door on legs stiff as tember. “Is she doing ok?” She added, doing her best to not sound worried but failing.
  5. “Darn, I bet I’d have liked it.” Tempest says to Berry with a shake of her head. Glancing over her back at others she shifted uneasily, she did not like having to be so… Soft. She saw the looks behind the eyes. The jugements. How she wanted to show them all she was not broken. They’d be. But she can’t. Not here. With A deep breath she looked back to the drinks. “After the ceremony I hope you are well stocked, rum is my favorite poison. For now some nice mixed puch will do.” She says taking one of the bigger cups and filling it with drink, all done with muzzle and hoof. She wished more unicorns had to live like this, it may teach them something about how hard basic day too day things can be without magic. With her cup in the muzzle she looked down at Glitters with a pleading look for them to leave the heart of this gathering. But as she did an odd face passed her by. Bluebelle. Or just better known as blue. This was as far as she can think, the first time she saw him… Her? Them as a female. She heard of this, they switched back and forth. She even told her troops to be on the lookout for both when they took the city. Yet they got away with the help of some rather skilled and strong guards. She had respect for that but they were never her prize. “Muffmth.” She mumbles with a tiny nod of her head as Blue spoke to her. Seems they wanted to talk later. She can’t think of why, but she’d not say no to such a thing. May be fun. With a shrug she looked back at her haybale as the music changed. Seems the ceremony was getting in to gear. With one last puppy eyed look at Glitter she broke off and rushed away from the heart of the ceremony to reach her safe, far away, spot to watch things. With one hop she was back on the haybale, holding the cup between her legs. Siping on it she watched the events unfold, time to time looking over at glitters. One day maybe she’d have something like this. A pony with that level of loyalty and love. Yet it seems so far fetched. What pony can look at her and ever dream of such a thing? Want too be with her? Love her? Even in ehr own dreams such a thing seems redundantly ridiculous. But she felt heart in one thing. She had a friend and that was all she can ever ask for. And so as the two mares kissed, she just leaned on Glitters and smiled. AJ was a lusky mare. A good one at that. She earned this happy ending.
  6. and powerful as the Red Jarl. She loved the way Caribou made things, the mix of hardly long term use mixed with hints of art hit her in just the best ways. Gathering herself she pushed on to the grand tabel as others moved away, leaving the hall so she and the Red Jarl were alone. It made her worry somewhat, yet if he was going to kill her he’d want others around yes? So her hopes did rise, more so when he spoke and guided her to the map. As he spoke she nodded her head in understanding, she had helped the rebel gain power. More easy sea paths to the Stottingsburg Isles. That will help them bring in more soldiers, gear and weapons. Then he asked what she saw, speaking of her sharp wits. This was a test! Maybe he wanted to see if she was fit for strategic skills and planning? Such a test is something she knows she can do well at! She loved such things and spent YEARS doing that for the stormking! Kingdoms were wiped out or made in to slaves by the strategic plans she put in to work. So this was her element fully. Even as his eyes were on her, looking for a hint of worry and weakness she’d give none. With a sharp nod she looked over the map, focused and fixed on its details as her mind worked to piece together a stratagem to impress him. If she was less focused on it she may worry about him looking her over so close, yet she did not. All she was thinking about was the map and how to make a plan to impress him fully. She needed to impress him. A deep seeded craving and need to feel worth something, wanted and needed. And in the moment that desire to be wanted pushed away all fear. Being sloshed did not help in such matters as well.
  7. As the hours passed Tempest pushed on. Past the biting cold. Past the deep snow. A wordless march as she followed Koda with eyes sharp, ears alert to all around her. In a way this moment felt like something she has been made for. Forged out of hardships and so many years alone. A filly lost in a world so big, so endless without the training or skills to make it. Yet she did. From blood, sweat and tears. All the pain. All the suffering. All the times she cried alone. For a time she believed it was all leading up to her joining in the Storm King. His flag was going to save her. Yet it did not and like so many times she was cast down to go at it alone. Yet maybe… This was why. The mare on her back was there at the start and maybe she marked the end as well. Good or bad she can not say. Just she knew deep in her heart this was ending one book and soon a new one will open. What lies head in its pages? She did not know but the ink was on her hooves. When Glitter spoke it snapped her out of her thinking. Flicking an ear she thanked for a moment. “No. I’m fine. Need too keep going.” She says, tired as she was, rest can come later. “How are you holding up? Do you need me to stop?” She asked, turning her head around to gently nuzzle at the mare holding on to her. Worry still clung to her. A fear of losing… Glitter. She can’t place the root of such feelings but deep down she was scared that something was going to take Glitter away and leave her alone again. She didn't want to be alone.
  8. From Whitescare she oddly found herself back closer to home. When she heard word of them traveling to the Badlands of Equus she saw no need too say no and leave. When she did need to make her leave it will be all the more easy to do on land she knew. In years past she spent some time out in the badlands. Some day she wondered if she couldn't settle down there. But that was many years away. Her time in the warband was… Well, fun! The conflicting feelings she had from the battle washing away with time and mead. She was even learning the names of her ‘brothers and sisters’ at arms. She wanted to keep away from such things, worried what it may do later. Yet she found it happening as she was pulled along to join in parties, clashes and drunken mayhem. She felt… Kinship. ---- She hardly had the power to hold back laughter as a bull named Blotjarl cracked one of his crude jokes. He was one of bulls that seemed keen on taking her along to things. She can’t tell yet if he saw a friend in her or a mate just yet. But he and others embraced her as a sister of the warband sooner than most. “[I see that twitch! You ARE laughing! Don’t shake that head no!]” He shouted, tossing his head back in laughter as he and her other… friends? Walked down a mud path in the dark. All of them were more than somewhat sloshed and seeking some place to crash and sleep. That was until a housecarl of the Red Jarl made his way up to them. They all stopped to see what this was about. Soon as she spoke all eyes were on her. He wanted to see her? Worrying, but maybe good? It's been some weeks since the battle. She did wonder if he’s gone and forgotten her. With a sift nod of her head she waved goodbye to her ‘friends’ and walked down the muddy paths for Helmskeep. The news did sober her up some, she has from day one watched how much she drinked. She can not risk being drunk as a drunk… Cow has loose lips and if she broke her act now? Well she was not about to think about such things. Reaching the door the gourds let her inside, clearly they knew she was coming. She just hoped for good news.
  9. Tempest did her best to not falter in the face of all the nuzzles but soon Glitter got giggles to start escaping from her muzzle as she did her best to nip at the flicking ears. For a moment all the world just seemed to fade away in to a one moment of focus… Goodness. But soon the game ended as the two focused back on the ongoings at the wedding. When Glitter said she wanted a drink she did not give Tempest much time to respond before jumping off to go do it on her own. “ok…” Tempest says to herself watching glitter trot down to the roped off zone. She shifted uneasily, hooves rubbing together before she jumped off the bale as well… She felt uneasy with so many around her. More so as she was unarmed and only wearing her jumpsuit. She felt far too open and exposed without the feeling of heavy plate on her back. But she knew she had to come here this way as a show of good will. AJ has done a lot for her, even letting her more or less live here for weeks the first year she was working things out. She’d never tell AJ this but that mare was more of a mother than hers ever was. Soon she made her way next to Glitter and eyes up the drinks, sniffing at them. She saw the looks she was getting. She didn't enjoy it. Even here they judged her. The failed pony. Broken unicron. Always judging her, always looking at her horn. How can they not when she was taller than almost every pony here? She wanted to go back to the hay bale sooner than later. But for now she just moved closer to glitter and focused on her, not the rest. Her anxiety did not feel so bad when she did that. “Hi.” she says in that unflinching cold voice of hers. “I… smell garlic?” She asked, sniffing the air more. “Is there a drink with garlic? It smells good. Which one is it?” She asked looking at the punch mare. She really did want too try it now!
  10. “Greetings Apple.” Tempest says as she stands up as the filly makes her way out the coop. “And yes, I am not here to look at chickens. I have been told you are the best to speak with on the topic of Timberwolves. I wish to tame one as a pet and companion. I believe it can be done but wish to engage others in the topic first. Flutter Shy insisted you be the one I talk with.” She explained in that ever so dry and blunt tone she has gotten known for. She did wonder more if Flutters was just running her off out of fear but hoped it was not. She has been thinking about this for some time… years now. “So still me filly, what do you know about wolves of wood? So far books have been lacking, made by fussy unicorns that never put one hoof in the woods they speak of. In truth I'd sooner believe you on the topic over them. You, unlike them, have been in the woods… rather often it seems.” She says learning her head to one side as she thinked about something, before waving it off in her own mind. “I respect you for that.”
  11. “One learns fast how to live ‘outdoorsy’ when that is the only home one has for years.” She says with a hint of pain in her words. But she pushed on past it, she did not like talking too much about her young life after she ran away. They were bad times. But the past is the past, she needs too worry about Glitter for now. Helping pack up soon they were ready. “Ok, stay still.” She says walking behind glitters. Lowering her head down and then the rest of her body she pushed up underneath the mare and stood. In one swift movement Glitters hooves were hanging in the air as the mare rested on Temys back. “Hold on well to my neck. We depart.” Torting out in the snow Tempest was thankful for how tall her legs were, it made moving in the show far more easy. With both their saddlebags, her armor and a full grown mare on her back she needed every last thing to make this trip suck less. “Koda! Home? Where’s home?” She says, looking down at Glitters dog. With some luck he can pick up the trail home and speed this trip up… Speaking of Koda, the other pets! She hoped they were ok. She’d… she did not know what she’d do if one of Glitters pets got hurt. The mare has been hurt too much already. She had to make it up to Glitter somehow. Both of them had far too much lost time… so much to make up for. But now was not the place. When they were home they’d work more of it out.
  12. Tempest let out a groin of despair as Glitter ‘tormented’ her with affection and retaliated with a swift, but gentle, bite at the offending mare's ears. It was her own way of showing affection back. Temy was something of a nippy mare with such things. “You are just the worst.” She says rolling her eyes before smiling at glitters. Odd as the two of them were, she can’t help but feel… Happy around her. She then giggled at the remarks of making everything in to an adventure. “I feel both of us are at fault. That or adventure just loves hanging with us. Such a troublesome mare she is. But i’d not say no to some drinks and cake… Have to do some double long runs after all of this.” She says with a snort and chuckle before looking back at the roped off area and raised an eyebrow. “Is that Discord? He misses me invading a kingdom but showed up for a wedding… First time seeing that thing. Had plans too deal with him… But glad he did not show up. Battling a god is not something worth doing if one can avoid it even if his divinity is questionable… His magic is not.” She remarked, more so rabling too herself than Glitter. “Hope Fluttershy is close at hoof to keep her pet on its leash.”
  13. Tempest munched on the food with as much gusto as Glitter. For food made on the fly in a cave it was not too bad! What happens when you have two mares with experience in such unorthodox cooking. In fact glitter seemed too hold herself very well out here even after such a painful injury. She was strong in body and will with the knowledge to make the most of things out here. It was… charming. Beautiful even. Tempest can’t place her hoof on the feelings she was having but somehow this mare… this old friend was… seeming like everything she wanted in some pony. As first meetings go this one truly was something like no other and Tempest felt as if the gods had plotted it all years ahead of time. “Not the worst options.” She says, shaking her head with a smile as she looked at glitter. “Back when I was a filly I had to pick starving too death or eating some rats. No matter how much you cook a rat it still makes you feel awful. At least we have…” she looks about the caves walls. “Some moss and fungus. Worst come we can eat that and tree bark. Way better than rats.” she says sticking her tongue out at Glitter. She thinks on the plan to get home. The cabin may be the best move. They can’t be too far from it, they were at worst a day's track? At best half a day. If the dog can pick up the way home that'd be very useful. “Very well, the day is young. If you feel fit for travel I can gear us up, get you on my back and make a go for it. Don’t want you walking all of this you need rest. Last thing we need is you getting sick from all of this.” She says aiming a hoof at glitter's mostly covered face. “And get the eye looked at. Don’t want you going half-blind in that eye like I am.”
  14. Tempest grunted with sweat as she rolled the hay bale into place. It was an utter pain in the flank too move it all the way from the fields in to the orchard but with it in place she had a perfect perch to sit and watch the wedding. Safely away from the cordoned off zone where all the gusts were hoarding up like a flock of sheep. No place for a wolf. Laying out a blanket over the hay for more comfortable laying she made herself at home for a long day. She had no real love for weddings; they seemed pointless to her. Why gather such a host just to say you loved some pony? She’d want it more small and close. At most a few of her most trusted friends and have it… oh she knew a few places. Wonderful views in lands untouched… Line it up early, early in the morning so when she makes the vows the sun will just be rising! Oh that’d be perfect...oh! And it MUST be on an airship! Yes! She smiled at such hopeless dreaming. She’d never get married, such a thing was unbelievable to happen. Yet she did dream of it… what was odd. She never did that before… she never even dreamed of love before. What in the buck was going on with her as of late. “Bleh. Needs more airships… And cannons.” She says looking over at Glitters. She had to tag the mare along, when she told glitters about this the mare begged her to come along. How can she say no too Glitters? Well maybe by saying no but the puppy eyes! By Lunas flank the puppy eyes were just evil. “Hope we can steal some cake at least… and drinks. Heard they will have kegs of AJ’s cider out. Going to try and grab a full keg. You got to try it, trust me.”
  15. “I’d be deeply shocked if in all of history no pony ever did tame one. We tamed wolves… Even the skies.” Tempest with a small glance up at the remark before fixing her eyes back on fluttershy. “But I am open to other paths. We shall see. Thank you.” She gives a small nod then trots past fluttershy and makes her way after the Filly. Odd that a filly may know more but then how can she juge? She learned much as a filly as well. Life has ways too make the young know much about this world. Sometimes unwillingly. Stopping at the chicken coop she sat down and stayed outside. Chickens can be rather early spooked by strangers and she really was not in the mood too go running after chickens that she scared. Or being attacked by some. But she did nock on it and spoke up so the filly knew she was outside. “Apple Bloom, when you have a moment I wish to speak with you. No need to rush.” She called out. With that done she looked about the land fluttershy had. It was a cute place. Too cute honestly but she did love how… out of the way it all was. Tied in to the land. She did like that a lot. One thing she and fluttershy did seem to share in full was dislike of being too close to urban life.
  16. As much as Tempest wanted the moment to last forever it like all things must end. So with one last nuzzle in to glitters mane she got up to cook, only to see glitter spring up and take lead in the cooking. It was a shock and made her worry seeing the mare rush to move like this, but soon took it as a blessing. Glitter was clearly feeling much better and stronger. Maybe the moment they had together helped more than she knew. “I have some dates, very good travel food.” she offered to add in the meal, then looked out too the cave entrance. The storm did seem to be dying off. She trotted closer to the entrance and peaked out to see the clearing skies. She sniffs at the air a few times then walks back inside. “After we eat I will head out and try to work out where we are. I think I can get up the cliffside. Give me a good view to work off.” She explained as she sat down by the fire. “Then we make ready for the trip back to the city. We can’t be too far, at most half a day. But if we get lost… Well, I hate to be stuck in the open if another storm hits. Dying as some ice sculpture is not on my list of ways too go.” She says with a small smile and wink.
  17. “Easly.” Tempest says back, a cold bluntness in her words. “Like so many others. Turn around and leave me to suffer. You have every reason to do that and nothing to grain from this but pain.” she added before moving, pushing herself closer to Glitter as she embraced the mare in a wordless hug. After a few moments she pushed her nose against Glitters forehead, gently nuzzling the mare with it with deep breaths. She can’t explain why she did it. Just that in the moment it made so much pain fade away. A tiny glittering moment of something that may have been. Another world and place where she was happy, peaceful and had some pony that loved her. A world that can never happen now. Can it? How can something good ever come from this wasted life in this worthless world? It was the day dreaming of a filly. Yet she did not want to toss out such dreams. No matter how hopeless they may be it was a dream worth holding on to with all four legs. “I don’t want to leave.” She whimpers, finly admitting the truth. “I don’t want to run away again. I’m a broken mutt of a pony. A stay dog with no hope left but you seem… to have a thing for taking in such things.” She says still embracing the mare. Glitter was many things. And just maybe one of them can be a way to a better life. Just maybe. Burnt bridges can be replaced with new ones. Well the old may be forever lost, the path can be remade, maybe even better. Maybe she can do the same with Glitter. Her stomach fussed again, sounding like a starving wolf. “I think I need to make food.” She says learning her hug relaxe and freeing the mare from it. She did not want to let go yet. She was scared the moment will be gone if she did. Lost like tears falling in a river. For one beautiful moment she did not feel alone in this world and in it she felt a smile on her lips. She was happy. True happiness. Even if it was fleeting… that feeling was a rush of life she so deeply needed and with it, for the first time in years… she felt like she took one step out from the pit her soul was in.
  18. Tempest’s ears twitched as she looked down at the passing filly. Apple Bloom. She was a nice filly and well behaved. Mostly. She didn't mind her all too much whenever she was crashing at AJ’s place. “I’m here to learn.” She says to the filly before looking back at Shy. “I wish to have a pet. I have a need for companionship on my travels. One that can keep pace and is fine living outdoors much as I do. As such I wish to tame a Timberwolf, they have held a place in my heart for some time. Even as a filly. But I wish to take the utmost care of it. So I hope you’d know something about them to help me.” She explained in her deadpan tone. Her face blank and not betraying much in the way of how she felt.
  19. Tempest marched down the dirt road to the sound of clanking metal and her own humming as a song hung in her head. It was a song not fit for singing in such public places yet she can’t help but hum along to the beat in her head. It was good for long walks and benefited her good mood. Things have on a full, been well as of late. She may even go so far as too call things ‘good’. She just can’t shake such feelings as of late. And acting on this… upward feelings she was going to talk to a mare that in most ways she found unbearable yet fluttershy was vastly better in every way to some others… Say the pink one. Be it the one with wings and a horn or nether. Both were utterly dreadful and made Fluttershy seem like a glittering beacon of enjoyment. And maybe that can be more true today. For some time she has debated about owning a pet and after much thinking felt that she’d be better off with one. She needed companionship. Stopping at the gates she eyed tham. Open now. About time. She’s cheeked four times already. Did this place really just open midday? Fluttershy it seems was no moreing mare. But it was open and that is all that matters. Walking past the open gates she looked for the yellow mare. Looking down she saw fresh tracks and just followed them until she found the mare and called out. Softly. “Fluttershy.” She says in a flat soft voice, hoping it will not spook the mare. Last thing she needed was to get her down from some tree.
  20. “Six drinks! Let slip the dogs of war!” Soon as they walked in it was show, pony, giffin and more all drinking side by side as one unicorn mare stood on a table with a dozen mugs floating about her as she drank and sang. “I’m gonna start a buckin' riot til I’m tossed out the front door! Eight drinks! Maybe I’ve lost count?! I can’t remember what I drank, or the amount!” She then fits three mugs to her muzzle and chugs all three as the onlookers go nuts cheering. “Twelve drinks!” She yells before falling off the table. Draco just walked over her as he looked for a table, but he did flip her a coin. “Make it Thirteen lass.” He says before sitting down at the table she just fell off and slams his fist down two times. “HAY! THREE ROUNDS UP AND TWO ROASTS!” He had too scream over all the sound of the bar for the female giffin to hear him. She nods and runs off to fill the order. “Ah, smell that?” He asked, sniffing the air. Ever all the smells of a dozen or more unwashed sailers one can pick up the scent of roasting meat. “Mm, smells like duck?” He wonders before looking over at his two crew mates as they sit down. “And Akairo you eat meat? Got a favorite prey?” He asked with a grin and a click of his beak.
  21. With a clash the two meet again, more driven than ever she pushed hard on the attack. That one small slip up was… worrying. Not world ending. Far from it. In the heat of battle it's easy to miss something like that. She hoped. But she can not worry long, her focus taken by the battle at hoof. This time it was much faster. Pushing in hard she forced the block she wanted and locked the hook of her ace over the handle of the aposeing weapon and forced it upwordes more. She did not think the bull would lose his grip and he did not. but she had no aim to disarm him with this move. All she needed was him to focus on keeping his axe as she let one hoof slip free and strike with the leading edge of her hoof at his neck. He reeled back while wheezing, losing the grip on his weapon. She let go of her own unleashed a storm of blows on the bull as he fell down. Wearever he failed to block she hit. Chest. Nethers. Neck. head. It did not matter where so long as he was not blocking. When he stopped she continued to rain blows on him, unrelenting in the onslaught until finly it registered in her mind that he wasn't moving. She felt… weird. wrong. She lost control of herself and felt ashamed in some deep part of her soul. But she has won. What did she do now? Looking up to the battle it seemed to be in the winning strokes now. They won. Looking back at the bull she saw his chest moving. He was alive still. She was ordered to kill him. Kill and take his helm. Easy. She picked her axe back up and chewed on the handle in her muzzle as a small part of her protested what she was about too do. She’s killed before. So why was this so daunting? “Sorry.” She whispers, unsure why as she swings the weapon down one last time. ---- Holding the helm by its straps she made her way back to the Jarl. She’s done what he wanted, killed the bull and got the helm. Yet she felt wrong about all of it. Was this really what she was doing? Why WAS she doing this? Why did she feel so much need to win even a glance of respect from him? Did she crave that feeling of self worth this much? But for all the protest her mind gave her she kept walking to him. She can go home whenever. Leave. Just a few days more of this will not hurt. Will it?
  22. Tempest did not protest against Glitter and the snuggling or magic. She wanted it to last forever in a way. This tiny ember of something so lost warmed her in ways nothing has ever done before. It was terrifying in a way yet she was even more scared to let the ember go, fearful it would die out the moment she did. And so she laid unmoving for what felt like hours. But she was not sure if it was. Time felt slow, like a crawl yet to fast all the same. She only broke her unmoving silence when her stomach made it very clear it was done with all this laying around and lack of cooking. But she did not wish to move yet… she did not want Glitter to let go. So words were all she let slip. “I’m… I’m sorry. For everything. I missed you so much I… I hated you. But I… Never really did. I hate it. I hate myself. I hate what I am.” She felt like an old door was being forced open. One locked up for far, far too long. “I’m a monster. I have done awful things and look at me. Look where I am. I’m not happy. I’m no better than when I was a filly running away so long ago. All I have done. All the suffering. Pain. And… Nothing. I’d have died just like that filly so long ago. Just… Why did you do it?” She asked, she had too ask. She did not know why she did. She knew what glitter would say. ‘Too save you.’ but that’s not what she wanted to know. She just did not know how too ask what she really did want to know. She was too scared to ask what may destroy this moment.
  23. Niilavin rolls his eyes with a groan at Blues remark. He was still regretting that trick he pulled with them it seems. “[The spell may stop me from harming you but nothing says I can’t change you forever in to a sphinx master.]” not that he had a way too do that at all. Or knew where to start. But he was not about too take such teasing laying down! “[Even if that is more of an upgrade then downgrade if you ask me.]” He added with a chuckle. Looking back at Star he nodded his head. “Yes, that sound… Good. Need talk more. Help me do better. Pony talk… is… Weird. Like a song spoken.” He explained before watching blue talk about something with… A Ponyville. That is where the master goes to do some work from time to time. Were they moving there? Did not matter, he had too go wherever the master whent. He just hoped it had more open space, this city was not fit for a growing sphinx. Let alone a full sized pride king that he’d be some day.
  24. As Glitter slumped down next to her Tempest felt her heart sink, she could see the pain in the movement and reached out, placing a foreleg over the mare without thinking. She felt lost as to what to do about this, how too act with Glitter laying down so close looking at her. So Tempest did nothing, just looking down at the mare she cared about and missed for so long. For the briefest of moments she felt younger. Pain free without a care in the world with her best friend. But realty never let her daydream for long. “Glitter… You know I have too. I… We…” She trailed off, the blank cold face of hers twitching as it barely held back the feelings it masked. Every time she tried to speak the words seemed to die before they left her muzzle. She felt helpless and clueless as to what too do. What to say. How many pointless things have she used to fill in this hole? Mares, violence, drinks and so much more. All to fill that deep gash in her soul that she inflicted on herself and blamed others for. And none it worked. She let out a deep gasp as air rushed in to her lungs, leaving her panting from how long she held her own breath without knowing. It left her sputtering and spitting out her cigarette before she dropped her head down on the cold stone floor and covered it with a leg as the mask shattered. She can’t keep it up any more. All of this was too much. She was miserable, hopeless and aimless. Just spinning in place hoping to never wake up again and face the fact her life was a joke. Worthless. Pointless. She can’t burden glitter with it, how can she? How can she come back after so long and dump this dead pony walking on Glitters doormat. She needed to remember Flizzy, happy and brave. Not Tempest. Not this broken, scared, hopeless mare. Everypony just put up with her. Acted like they enjoyed her out of some pity for the sad state of a mare she was. All she did was destroy. All she can do is destroy.
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