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  1. now i'm just thinking of that blasted meme! And I need to get more art of Temy and Glitter. So going to get a big fancy com for them someday. Happy Tem Tem art is vary good after all.
  2. Thats one prety mare! Temy going to be eyeing her up plenty.
  3. Draco took her hoof in a very strong grip, letting his talons push hard on her skin but not letting them break it. Yet. It was easy for her to feel how easy it may be for him to dig them deep in to her soft skin. But with this unspoken show of force done and a soft shake of the hoof he let's it go, turns about and walks down the docks as if nothing stopped him on his way too get to a bar. “That is very true Sea.” He says, just speaking over the chatter box of a kirin. “She shall be set free or break apart. One or the other is always how it goes. A shame as it is. I hate seeing one of the family breakdown like that. But I’m hopeful about her. With some work she shall see the real freedom just in reach.” He says with a click of his beak, then without missing a beat he snaps a wing open and nails Akairo in the back of the head to shut her up. “But the real shame is if she tested my patience so soon…” He says, still acting as if she was not there next too him… and he hoped she’d get the hint to shut her muzzle up before he found a way to do it himself. Well he was not one to shy away from debates he was not in the mood to deal with one from some fresh blood. She had to earn that respect first. Then he’d let her have her fun. Until then he had to reinforce some basic command structure in the mare. He let a lot of things go fast and loose on his ship but even they had to follow some structure in the chain of command. “Now about this fun. Before you stopped us Akairo, me and Sea were about to go partake in some much needed drink and fun. I plan on still doing this, I have not gotten to do one spot of that at all yet well my crew had all the fun… So, I shall get at least one evening's worth of it in before I get back to working my flank off.” He explained to the mare as he looked about the shanty city they were walking in to. Puerto Aguila had no shortage of bars, pubs and other fine pits of sin where one may waste all the gold they have ‘earned’ in drink and pleasures of the flesh. And if you asked Draco it was heaven. There was no government to speak of in this city with no laws in stone. Law was mostly up to the one enforcing it and that was done almost always at the end of a blade. And in all the chaos one can hear music and song as crews sing together in a brand of harmony only found in Puerto Aguila. “let's see…” Draco looks about, leaning his head to the side. “Ohh, smell that? I smell meat!” He chirps before rushing off to one of the countless pubs. This one stands out thanks to signage marking it as being run by six Griffins and having meat for their fellow carnivores.
  4. Niilavin flicked his ears before looking over his shoulders at his master. The word ‘veterinarian’ was another weird one for his brain to piece together. The best it got was ‘healer of pets’ and that was even more confusing. “[But I am not sick master or unwell master? Why do I need to see an apothecary of pets? It seems unneeded.]” He asked, not understanding the concept of checkups at all. He watched her eyeing up ehr wings, as she did he felt the need to stretch them out and show how big and strong they were… He can’t place why he felt the need to do that. But Blue did do a very good job on them, he’d been hard pressed to preen as well as she did! As shameful as it was, this pony was impressing him. From her skills to her sharp wits Bluebelle had a lot going for her… And looks. “blehk.” He mumbles and looks away from the pony as she splashed about. This was no way for a sphinx to think! Ponies were food! Pray! Toys! Nothing more. Why must his mind vex him so?
  5. In some ways it was a blessing glitter did pass out. Well it did worry Tempest deeply her friend was… alive. She’d place her ears to the mares chest over and over. Never leaving her side as the day faded away in to darkness. It did not matter. She laid next to glitter as a silent guardian and took the solitude to do something she needed. Cry. Soundless weeping of the soul as she watched glitters chest rise and fall. With so much time to think her mind raced from extreme to extreme. Anger. Rage. Sorrow. depression. And as she laid there thinking and crying she never felt more alone and scared. What did she do to have this fate? Why did every part of this world hate her? She was nothing. Worthless. Broken. Aimless. She can’t even tell herself why she pushed on. She did not care about her ‘work’ or herself. She hated this world. This life. So many times she just wanted to step off into the sky and close her eyes. She sighed and looked down at glitter. What made her… do what she did. Power? Fame? No. She knew why. She just wanted to feel… worth. Wanted. like she belonged somewhere. How far she was willing too go for such things was disgusting. And she can blame only herself. All the blood she has spilled and suffering unleashed just so she felt like she was worth something for a few faint moments. All because she… Ran away from her problems. Her real problems. She rushed head first into the jaws of death just to shut up the truth. And here it was. Laying next to her so peaceful at the doors of life and death. It was otherworldly and terrifying. This pony… Glitter. Glitter was everything and she was so close to being gone. Gone forever. “I’m so sorry.” Tempest whispers laying head down on the mares chest, feeling it rise and fall with every life giving breath. “You never deserved this. Never deserved me… I never deserved you.” She spoke to herself, knowing Glitter will not hear a word. “I never hated you. I wanted to hate you and screamed myself blue saying as such. But you had no power in what happend. You were just a filly. You didn't know how I felt. I never told you… Did my mother ever tell you? Did she keep you away? Was it dad? When I think back on good days… I see you glitter.” She whimpers and hugs the mare close, using the mare's fur to wipe away tears. “I’d give up so much go back time and fix this. Fix us. My magic. My soul. Whatever it may cost. I’d go back and tell myself to just say it. Just say it and speak up. Tell you the truth. And maybe then you’d have known… You needed to save me from myself.” -------- Fizzy. It still hurt to hear that. Tempest was still laying next to Glitter, letting the mare face the fire so she layed on the side facing out into the cold. Like a protective wolf with a pup, Glitters warmth mattered more. “I’m here.” She whispers, leaning down to look the mare over. “Don’t move unless you must… How are you feeling?” She asked, her tone so soft as to sound almost alien coming from her own muzzle. “Are you ok?” She added with more push behind it with worry and guilt. Hearing glitters weakness was soul wrenching. For all the years that passed… so many winters gone. When she looked at Glitter she felt that same thump from so long ago. That same foolish puppy love that made her watch her friend and day dream. And now she was holding glitter well praying too whatever cared to spare the mare's life. Fate was nothing short cruel in its sense of humor.
  6. “Academy trained are you?” Draco says with that so famed grin marking his face. He stopped his circling in front of the mare, looking her up and down a few times. “And you tossed it all away on masses that wish not for the liberation you offer. You have the fire that I can see. It glimmers in your eyes for all to see. But as you seemed to have learned that ember shall not set the woods ablaze..” He leans his head to the side and clicks his beak in thinking, not breaking his gaze on her as if passing a judgement. Flicking his ears he broke that hard pressing gaze to look at Seabreezer. “You think so? I don’t know. She may be far too soft for us. She has the fire yes but she sounds so idealistic…” He clicks his beak again and looks back at the kirin. “Why set free nations when all you will see is the replacement of power with another? The head of a king may roll and it shall stop at the hooves of the next tyrant. Don't think I will help you replace one tyrant for another nor shall I let you put my family at risk. You join me and you are part of the family. We rise and fall together as one. Be it riches or staveing. We all suffer as one or celebrate as one. And if you must leave us… Then so be it. I will not stop you. But if you betray me for whatever idealistic fancy you had…” He looks away from her, aiming a claw at a cannon on his ship. “I will tie you to the muzzle of that gun and set a flame to fuse myself.” Looking back at her he holds an open claw out. “So I hope you understand the deal you are making. I shall see your pockets full of coins. But I do not care about whatever mission you believe in and my crew is the same. The only laws at sea are the laws we give ourselves. So… with that clear.” He wiggles his talons. “I think it's fair.”
  7. Draco arched an eyebrow as the mare called out at him. She looked… so out of place. In every single way. What was a kirin doing this far south? And why was she dressed up like… like… oh what did they call them? Magna? Well she looked like the mare you’d see on the cover one one of them weird eastern comics. Even her mane was outlandish! And was that a baseball bat? But he knew the look in her eyes, a fire untamed and a spirit crying out for something just out of reach. They were the eyes of a somepony willing to give everything they had for a dream. Maybe that is why she’s so far from home. With a roll of his shoulders he pushed Seabreezer to the side, partying shall be put on hold for now it seems… “I’m captain Draco Silvanus and yes I am. We are in need of crew and hopefully some that can read and even better, saw the inside of a school. Tell me dragen-blood why are you here? What leads one of you so far east to this dot of freedom? Normally I don’t much care for where one comes from or why. We are all criminals after all. No innocent soul walks this dock. But you… You are nothing like the lot that calls this free-port home.” He explained walking closer before circling the mare like a shark, his sharp eyes glaring down at her for even the smallest detail. He did not think she was some law pony. That’d be suicide to setp hoof on this port. But one he’s seen many things in his life and one look told him she was hardly normal as well. An outcast like all here but very different. And that made her worth investigating. Let alone the fact she was so brave as to snap at him with such force at the greeting. A brave mare… or was she just foolish? Soon he’d learn what makes her tick.
  8. Niilavin blinked, the word just lost on him as all he heard was horse apples. It had no meaning deeper than the two words. But he can tell Master has gotten on to the game and worked it out. So he let out a rolling chuckle, he was bested after all. The maid investigating his maw offered up the explanation of simply just making sure Niilavins oral hygiene was up to modern times. An explanation lost on Niilavin, far too many words he’s yet to learn in their language. But soon as she patted his muzzle to be shut he did so and spoke as if nothing had happened. “[It’s a shame you won so soon master, you know this means I owe you something? It's how games work after all. But what to give the winner?]” He asked with a hum, thinking about it. “[And glad you think so well of my magic. You are no pushover as well with wits as sharp as any a sphinx! It is a shame you weren't born one, I think you’d done well for the part.]” He added with a chuckle before relaxing. It was enjoyable, he can’t lie. Bluebelle was skilled with her muzzle! A remark best not spoken given how easy such a remark can be taken out of context. Even if only she may understand him, Bluebelle had been drilling him to be mindful what he says in this day and age. The ‘free press’ loves taking things out of context. But no matter the context she did pamper him with no small amount of care. It was hard to not feel some amount of attachment to her thanks to it. Just what will he do with this pony… She’s going to be the doom of him. He knew it.
  9. “That works! I promised her food as well… Seems I have two mares to take out on the town for dinner.” Tempest says with a soft grin, clearly enjoying the concept. Two birds with one stone as they say. And well she hoped for more… intimate outing this will just have too do. A change of plans can still be fun with a day this young. “I’d toss in my own recommendations but I don’t think either of you may enjoy eating out in a pub watching illegal fight clubs… But really it is hard too go wrong here. It's a dog eat dog city, only the best make it long. Even if I do fear for my bank account, don't worry about it sunny. I can pay for it.” She chuckles and rolls her eyes. “Well just do some favors for my boss. She’s a sweet mare if one can get past all the ice.”
  10. Niilavin looked over his own back, arching an eyebrow at the female sphinx. “[What an odd thing to ask, did you forget so soon that I used magic on you? Last I saw a sphinx you were not born. Even if you do pass for one very well. When one uses magic all their life does it not just come to you? If you never thinked about such an act it shall not change well being a sphinx for we are as magic as any unicorn. Weaving my spells comes no harder than you picking up tea to sip on.]” He explained, and for the most part it was turthfull. Well Blue was using unicorn magic it is not hard to sell it as being much the same as sphinxes. After all both races were gifted with magic and well Niilavin’s school was different from Blues he knew first paw that a sphinx can use the same magics as a unicorn with time and training. “[It’s rather useful for you, may have been hard to do all my wing by muzzle alone… Fun as it may have been to watch.]” he added with a soft chuckle as he settled down and rested his head on his paws. The maids used this too wash and clean his face and muzzle. One brave maid even asked for the sphinx to open wide so she may inspect his lion's teeth. An odd request but nonetheless one he accepted. Not every day a pony got to see a sphinx up close after all. But in time something they shall grow accustomed to.
  11. Draco took the bottle in his talons. Taping their tips on the glass before ripping the top off and taking a few hearty chugs with a blissful sigh as he leans on the side rails of his ship. “Worst comes we can keep this ship going strong by are lonesome.” He says with a chuckle. “Between the two of us we have the skills of more than half a crew. But I shall hold on too the hope we don’t need to. I’d rather like to have the freedom to get at least a nap in.” With more swig of booze he pushed away from the railing and walked along the deck of his ship. “Come next morning I want us out and hunting, we need to keep the gold flowing and with my stock drying up it must be fixed. I have on good word some merchant ships heading down south will soon be passing a few days sail from here. They will be full of coins to buy up zebra goods down south. If we can strike good are holds will be happy and full again in no time and we will turn about and dock before the week is over.” He starts laughing and shakes his head. “If we are so lucky. Never was one too trust lady luck so much.”He looks over at the town and leans his head to the side. “Now, I think I earned myself some fun of my own.” Looking down at the bottle he takes it to his beak and chugs down the rest before tossing it overboard. With a smug grin he nudges Seabreezer. “Well let's get at it shall we? Can’t let all my crew have the fun off ship.”
  12. Niilavin Thought on it for a few moments then replied to Blue. “[Is it funny how every empire holds some founding story? How many claimed facts lost in time as the truth of their rule eternal. From my old master to now such things never change. Blood lines, flags and lands that by some power given from above or below must go on. From what I have seen every last eternal empire or kingdom from my age is dead. I can not say what you have is unstable, far from it. But in time even the ‘immortal’ leaders of an eternal empire shall be moot ashes of the past. Given time the united face of this land will shatter and break. But if I am so lucky I shall not see such an age… War can be very profitable. Sometimes it alone keeps an empire alive. Its real cost is never gold or silver Master. It's History.”] He remakes with a roll of his shoulders, this talk with master was very enjoyable. As they talked he almost forgot what he was doing, just grooming and preening his master with a soft rolling purr of enjoyment as they share in the relaxed moment. He’s not truly gotten much time to do this. Relax and just speak, open and uncaring of the world with his new Master. He wished for more of it. When blue asked to repay the favour he felt a tad… flustered by it. In no small part from her looks. And the act itself. Well it was fun to fluster his master by playing with fake wings this was no trick or magic. And he’s had… none groom him other than his mother! But he was unwilling to speak up on this. It was not in his place to do soo. “[Fine, if you must. Do take care…]” He hums, letting his master free he moved more inland, laying down in the water with much of his back out of it. Stretching out so the maides may wash his paws and legs he opens one wing out for his master, taping the tip of the female ‘sphinxes’ nose. “[you shall be the first to partake in this act. Not counting my own mother of course. I never did get to court another sphinx before I was enslaved. It feels odd to allow you this honor. But alas you seem to be heart-locked on this… Just know if I leave gifts at the door it's in repayment.]” He says with a roll of his eyes.
  13. some day I'm just going work out how to get Steela Oresdotter apped. 

    1. Ciraxis

      Ciraxis

      Interesting...tell me more.

       

      And hey, if soul-sucking unicorn witch got a pass...;-)

    2. Dusty

      Dusty

      Well you see... something something cockatrice. 

  14. Tempest felt awful, like some giant hole was being ripped open in her chest. This was never meant to happen. Never supposed to be. And somehow it was all her fault. She knew it was. And as they ran she knew Glitter was getting worse. The blood loss was bad. Going in to shock. And with force a single crushing thought slammed in to her. ‘This is what you wanted.’ How long has she dreamed of her revenge? How long did she want to bring suffering to the betrayers. To make them open their eyes. And now here it was. One of them was dieing. And that single thought made her want to vomit. She was so wrong, so utterly wrong in what she wanted. She wanted her Glitter back, that’s all she’s ever wanted and now it was slipping from her hooves. So long ago she wanted to be glitter's coltfriend. It was silly of course. She was a mare after all. but when she was young she saw the older fillys with their colts and she wanted IN on that. And most of all she wanted to be the colt with glitter. She did not know why at the time, it's just what she wanted to be. But looking back it's easy to understand what it was. Puppy love. But puppy love or not she cared deeply for her friend. And she let all of this anger and self loathing bring this on to the poor mare. Glitter deserved better, far better than she’d ever been. But in this moment she had to fix this. Fix so much. She had to save glitter. “You're too slow, hold on to me. Don't let go!” She shouted, moving next to Glitter she swung her head down and underneath the mare, yanking her up with her head as the mare slides down on her back. She didn't even stop running as she did it. With glitter hanging on to her neck and back Tempest pushed herself harder. Plowing through the snow like some caribou warrior. Muscle aching be damned she moved herself with all the haste and power she can force out of her own body. She has failed so many times in life. This was not going to be one of them. Even if it kills her, she was going too save glitter. -------- The Timberwolf did not even have time to turn around and look at the mare before a storm of magic grabbed the beast and yanked it from the cave with such force it was sent flying into the sky like a bird. The rest of the pack did not do much better, tossed or blasted in to ash as Tempest stormed in to the cave. With the danger gone she got to work starting a fire, not letting Glitter off her back. She was after all, much more warm than the cave floor. When the fire was going strong she set the mare down, searching for medical supplies that she found in Glitters saddle bags. “I’m sorry this is going to suck.” She whispers, then holds out a leg in front of a Glitters muzzle. “Bite it. Hard.” she whispers before getting to work cleaning it out. She knew it was going to hurt but it had to be cleaned soon as possible. “Looks like we are going to share a bad eye… I can’t see very well with my bad one.” She talked to give Glitters something to focus on, it helps deal with shock. “Fuzzy, unfocused. Was almost blind in it for a few years.” It was pointless small talk she needed. Maybe more than Glitter did. She just wanted to hug the mare and cry.
  15. “[And they haven't done that?]” Niilavin asked, taken back by this. “[That’s almost unbelievable. Even the most fair and stable empires have fallen thanks to the unwashed masses being upset and wanting more freedom. Every pony wishes to be king soon as they get a scrap of power. To think three leaders stand at the doors of their own empires with one vote but have not is… insanity. And do not tell me they do it out of love or peace. I have seen far too much sand cast to red by the peasants taking up arms for Independence regardless of how suicidal such Independence may be for them. Even in war! Seen it first paw! Another kingdom in the heat of war with my old master was ripped apart by Independence wars that got them all killed. The stability of this empire is confusing to me, I can not understand why it has not ripped itself apart.]” He shakes his head, looking over at the maids as one gently tugs at his tail then asks him to move in to more shallow water so they may reach more of him. With A shrug he did so, keeping his master held up with one leg and paw. Taking some care to keep her comfortable. Done moving for the maids he got back to his task. Gently nuzzling in to the next wing he gets to work preening and grooming the fake wing with all the care of a real one. It was a shame they were fake… It was rather cathartic for him to groom another. It was a social interaction missing from his life for an awfully long time. As embarrassing as it is, this was extremely relaxing. On top of helping him bound better with this new master. Grooming was such an important part of social life for a sphinxes after all. Maybe he wanted this more than he was willing to admit. Not that he ever will, less he gives his new master more ammo. But maybe he can fuss less about baths after all.
  16. ************ Tempest flinched away from the comforting hoof, hiding away underneath her front legs like a scared filly from what was happening. Even the words of encouragement sound like no more than a joke. One more voice joining in mocking her. She was never strong. She was never courageous. She was a broken unicorn and that is all she ever was. Broken. And from underneath her legs she watched Sunny frozen in fear. She felt helpless. Hopeless. What can she do? Sunny was unbroken. Sunny was NORMAL! And yet her magic did nothing. If Tempest was thinking more clearly she’d seen sunny realy did not even try. But Tempest wasn't thinking clearly as fear and panic hung on to her. All she saw was fate repeating itself with sunny taking her place. Sunny was going to get mauled and broken. Sunny was going to die. All well she did nothing… It was unjust. No pony deserves to suffer like she has. “Nononononooo” She whimpers, shaking as she pushed her legs to work. To force herself to stand. “NO NO NO” She keeps repeating with growing power. She can’t let it happen. Not again. Not to another. “NO!” The word left her muzzle in a scream as she ran for her friend with a leap, slamming into her friend she pushed sunny out of the way as both of them rolled in a heap as the paw slammed down missing both. Standing up she placed herself over Sunny, even as fear made her body shake held her ground. She was scared to her core but something scared her more than the ursa now. Losing her friend. She did not falter with the Stonewovles and she can not falter here. No matter her fears she couldn't sit and do nothing for her friend. She couldn't let the cycle continue. Placing one hoof forwards she approached the beast ready to defend her friend to the bitter end. And yet the ursa seemed to back away. “I will not let this happen! Not again! Not to another! Never again! Do you hear me!?” She roared in defiance. ************
  17. Tempest can’t tell if ‘We can talk about this later’ was good or not. She really is doing all of this by the dock of her tail! But it seems Sunny was willing to drop all of this arguing for now and she was not about to say no to that. Maybe by the time the day is over Sunny will just let it stay dropped… One can hope. Moving on, she followed Sunny in and eyed up Wind Dancer. With far less alarm than Sunny. After seeing a few shows with Dancer it was easy to take a shot in the dark as to what happend. Dazed, mark on the wall. Skin Tight suit underneath her hooves. Yep… She knew this well as she’s done it a few times herself! But unlike Dancer she’s never taken it off before meeting some pony… Given the fact she had hers on at the moment. What can she say, she enjoys wearing it! “It smarts, done it a few times as well.” She says poking her own muzzle. “I don’t think most ponies understand how hard it is too get out of them, even mine can be a real beast some days. But I’m Tempest, head of security and something of a fan! I was the one to get some strings pulled for a VIP pass. Was uh, planning on a one on one but well things happened. This is.” She puts a hoof on Sunny. “Sunset, she’s tagging along for the evening if that is fine. Now on the VIP pass… It did come with a dinner out with you I believe, but we can do that later. Whenever you are hungry. Name the place! Meal will be on me.” She says with a big grin, scotting past Sunset to hold her hoof out for Dancer. She’d have to make the most of this even with sunny along for the ride.
  18. Well Niilavin was aware of his masters flirting with guards he was… more so unaware of how common that was it seems. To go far as to have an Empress marry one of her own soldiers? It was outlandish in how utterly taboo such a concept even was! And made his angel of attack to taunt and fluster his master uncomfortably realistic given such news. So when he was given a door to utterly switch topics he did as soon as possible. “[Feudalism… Even with the gift of the spell that word… hangs on me. It seems so strange in my head. But I feel it fits? Such is magic at times. I think the closest I gave was the queen found to the east of my old master. She was Queen and King, as they must have a king so… She made herself King. Every declared herself married to herself so she needed no other. Placed both crowns on her head. She was an odd one… Oh! How can one forget, the king of kings! Hah! He sat as head of just one city. In times long past it used to be the heart of an empire but such times were old stories even when I was there.]” He was in a rambling, he knew he was. But he’d rather ramble about the ‘past’ then sit on the fact he was now preening his master's wings in a place where courting such like this was hardly taboo. He just walked himself in to courting her without even knowing. So with luck she will let him walk back out of it? One can hope. What was that saying about cats and fire?
  19. [[Retconed disguised appearance, new appearance below.]] Two weeks of nothing. Two weeks of sitting about in Saarvagerg getting drunk and killing time. At first she was overjoyed that she somehow got in with the Red Jarl, he was by her view, the greatest warrior alive. His skill at arms was legendary and for many years she dreamed of learning from him. She’d settle watching him battel even! And yet for two long weeks he’s held her at arm's length. She’d seen him just a few times and all of this was starting to feel pointless! At this rate she’d wasted all of her time and had to sneak away back home. She can’t stay as a caribou forever… But on the third day of the second week a breakthrough happened. By his will she and the others in the city loyal to him were to march north-west to a camp underneath his flag. About two days travel. He did not tell them why and none asked him. And so early the next morning they marched… It felt good to do so. ------- It was dusk when it happened. The marching column was breaking up to make a tent for the night when horns sounded for battle. An unknown number of loyalists launched an ambush and things were madness. Bulls and cows rushing every way to from battle lines, orders were mixed and confusing as chaos erupted all around her. She had no way of knowing if they could even win this battle yet, it was unclear if they were outnumbered or not! But one thing was clear. She had to get into the thick of it. And so she did. As the minutes ticked past she pushed herself to the front of battle, claiming a large poleaxe from a fallen bull along the way. Her goal? The Red Jarl himself. She HAD to find him and prove herself before his eyes! This may be her one and only opportunity to see him in battle and learn from him. And with this goal she pushed Onward. ------- With steel, blood and will she carved her path to where he must be. It's where the battle was most heavy and the loyalists pushed the hardest. That can only mean one thing. Something was there they HAD to take or kill and the one thing out here worth that was the Jarl. She’d taken a far few blows, blood running her fur red but she did not slow, she did not stop. She was lightning, she was the storm and she will not falter. She wished to call his name, scream it so he may know she was doing this for him. But she need not words, for her auctions shall scream for her. They shall yell out her power for him to see and maybe then he will give what she wanted. In her wake was a trail of broken soldiers, roadblocks on her path of glory as her goal came in to view. Holding his own, leading from the front was the most glorious thing she has ever seen. Standing like a giant the Red Jarl was a wall unbroken, holding strong against all that crashed against him. It was Awe-inspiring to witness. Every movement was precise as it was powerful, no blow missed and with every hit a bull was sent flying like some calf. She felt her heart flutter as her jaw went slack. He was… Wonderful. For all his evil, for all his wrongdoing. He was what she wished she could be. And just maybe, what she will be. Steeling herself she rushed to his side to claim her moment in his eye. No matter what may come she was ready, this was it. This was her only hope of earning even a shred of respect from him. And with poleaxe in hoof, rared up and ready she forced herself in to battle alongside him with all the fury she can unlash.
  20. “[Servants are never the public. They see all, hear all. So why hide something as simple as me grooming you? You are having me groomed after all.]” He remarked before setting in to the task of ‘preening’ the wing. He can tell that… Well, the master was enjoying this. Maybe more than necessary but that was not his doing. He has no power too make her think or feel something. All he can do is nudge her to believe she was. And it seems that was far too easy… So easy he made note of this for her own safety. He can not allow her to be bewitched by the magic of one seeing harm on her. Well she was… Master, she was nice… Caring. He did not wish to see her harmed nor another take him as a new master. “[And you did not seem too worried when I made such a remark before… Is the pride queen feeling flustered by me? Be very unfitting for my master to think such ways of the one bound to safeguard her. Let alone a pride queen.]” He says softly between genteel nuzzles and nips as he ‘fixed’ her wing with a touch befitting a pride queen in all its tender care. Oh the game was very much on now and he shall see just how flustered he will make his master! She may hold all power, but it seems the door was far from locked.
  21. “[If you think like a pony you will act like a pony. Think like one of us, how we speak and move and it shall follow.]” He explained and it was no lie overall. But well he plays with fire, he did at least try to enjoy this ‘bath’ as being pampered was fun. He moved his legs as needed to help the maids in their task of washing him. It was not an unpleasant feeling, just one he wished had less water. But watching the maid working on Blues back made him aware of the fact… He can’t let her do that. One bad move and her hoof is going are wings. And nothing can break that spell faster than that… But how willing was he to mess with his master more? Plenty. “Move.” He tells the maid in a heavy accent as he moves his master about in the water with one paw. Placing her facing away He picks her half out of the water. “[Relaxe, I just wish to see if my spell worked well.]” He says eyeing the wings up, then leans down to nuzzle one open. Unlike the maid he can make the spell play along, all it needed was Bluebelle to do the same. And he had a feeling she had…. Many a fantasy about this very moment, wonderful fuel for the spell to fake every touch on the illusionary appendage. He just hoped it was not too powerful. A cat that plays with fire risks more than just his fur.
  22. The world felt hazy, lost in a fog. Confused as to what happend or how. She was supposed to die, fate playing its cards on the table singing ‘checkmate’ with the roar of a monster. Yet she was not dead as her eyes watered from a burst of light that left her almost blind. But even half blind and frozen with fear a voice was yelling in her mind. She had to move. Gotta move! Over and over it shouted in the voice of a filly she once knew, pushing her legs to move. She had to move. But unlike the first time she was not alone. A splash of green was just ahead of her, leading her away from death. And so she followed it as best she can. Tripping, falling and getting up to run again as she felt the shadow of death behind her. Too scared to look back she only looked ahead at the green pony. It was only then what the pony was clicked together in her mind. It was not just some green shape or pony. It was Glitter. And that tiny realization was world shattering. For so long this moment has haunted her. The day her friends left her to just die. But there she was with a streak of red trailing down her body. That red was as vast as the sea for Tempest. She looked at it utterly transfixed before following the trail up to the cheek where ripped flesh starts. Every inch of that bleeding wound… Made Tempest feel sick. But she followed it up to the eye. It was shut, from blood or was the eye all but lost? How much did Glitter pay in blood and pain to save her? It was like a shot of coffee as all the fog clouding her mind blasted away into a sharp and focused thought. Glitter was never supposed to suffer that price. That pain. That blood. That wasn't for Glitter to pay. Yet Glitter did for a mare so worthless she can’t even bother to value her own life. ‘Fizzy’. She HATED that name and all it stands for. But no swelling anger came. No hated. She can’t. All she can do is run and stare at Glitter with tears in her eyes at the utter madness that happened. What can she say? Can she stop running? She was too scared. Deep down she really was Fizzy. A lost, scared filly that wanted nothing more in life than to feel valued. And just like that Glitter was bleeding. Hurt. Suffering for ‘Fizzy’ and she hated it. This wasn't what she wanted. This is never what she wanted for Glitter. “I’m sorry.” The words felt so worthless coming from her muzzle. Glitter should have just left her to die. But Glitter was the 3rd pony to do the opposite. Three times her world view was challenged and this time the very pony that started it all did it. It felt like a hammer meeting glass.
  23. Nil was already regretting his fun and games, the master was enjoying this far too much. But than they did switch genders at will so it seems ‘switching’ race, fake or not, did not faze them at all. In fact it seems like they loved this change. What monster has he unleashed upon himself? “[Master that is not what I was implying fior… I… I don’t want to lick mud out of my fur.]” He says says looking down at the small female sphinx giving him one big feline smirk. She really did fit the part of a female sphinx shockingly well and the fact she did so well was… alarming. He did far tomuch a good job on her looks, she was a PONY and he must not forget that. Looking away at all the maids he rolls his eyes buy did smile some. “[Yes, I do… Enjoy getting fawned over by lots of pretty mares that is something I can not lie on. Makes me feel like a real sphinx and not some PET of a magic king.]” He says looking back at his master well leaning his head to one side. “[You have taken… Well to the look. If one did not know better they may think you -were- a sphinx all along.]”
  24. ************Roughly two hours ago************ “I can't stop this feeling Deep inside of me Mare, you just don't realize What you do to me!” Tempest drilled her hoof in to the punching bag hanging from the ceiling as the words laver her muzzle, singing along to the music filling her apartment. She was about half way done with her daly workout. Today was going to be a good one. Ice lined up some fun for her and the next day her friend Sunny was coming over. Things in her life seem too be looking up after so long of being down. It was not amazing but for the first time in well over a year she had hope. Along with taking to heart what pink flank says. Think good, think better. It was hard but steap by step she was going somewhere better. With one last buck of her legs a chain snapped as the punching bag rips free of the ceiling with a thundering thud. “OH #%^#@ %@#$ #^$!” She yelps from in shock jumping away from it. She heard the pony from the floor below her yelling and cussing her out. He can get over it. Not her fault. Kicking the bag to roll it to the side of her apartment she shrugs and trots over to her ‘kitchen’ side of the apartment and tossed up her refrigerator to look for a snack. Pushing about cans of beer and other drinks… But nothing. She must have eaten the leftovers already. Oh well, she can grab fast food on the way to the Casino. Slamming it shut she rolls her eyes and grabs a cigarette before she fishend up her work out. With a spark of her horn it was lit as she flops on to her bed. Today was nie- A hoof pounded on the door. Growling she gets out of bed heads too the door, pulling it open. “What the buuuuckkk…. Me.” She whispers blinking as she saw Sunny on the other side. “Uh….” looking back at how… bad her apartment was… and the fact she only had on some old flank stained tank-top and bandages left her feeling humiliated and just slammed the door shut on the poor mare. “J-JUST HOLD ON!” She yelped. So much for sunny coming next day. ************************ Tempest folds her ears back as sunny yelled at her again. What a horrible day it's been. She bucked all and was dragging sunny to see some blasted show mare. Hopefully she can do something to help her friend forgive all of this. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know how many times you want to hear that! I messed the dates up, I'm stuped I know.” She says back looking at Sunny. “Look, I swear whatever you want. Name it and I will bend over backwards to fix this mess later. I swear.” She added looking back to the door. “I know it sucks, this was not meant to overlap. Just… If... If you want we can turn around now and do whatever you want.” She says taping her head against the door. What a bucking mess this day was. So close to meeting THE Wind Dancer and here she was trying to not destroy one of the few good things in her horrible life.
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