TheCustodian

Gaston grumbled as he got back onto his feet to glare at his foe, his nemesis, the creature that dared knock him down! THE GATE... [colour=#ffa07a]~A gate?~[/colour] well that certainly was em- No. A griffon such as himself never made mistakes like this. Somehow it was the fault of someone else that the griffon had not looked where he was going. [colour=#a9a9a9]"I do believe these metal bars won't ever again dare to commit any ultimate offends against you. [/colour][colour=#a9a9a9]You've shown them for good."[/colour] The griffon grinned at that completely missing the sarcasm and regarded the pony who had spoken. Of course he had show them. He was Gaston! If there was a deity that had created them the griffon was that beings ultimate gift to the world. A creature that was the embodiment of everything a griffon would aspire to be. [colour=#b22222]"Of course i did! No piece of steel is going to stop Gaston!" [/colour]sure enough the part of the gate he had impacted was heavily bent. Not that Gaston cared, he didnt have to fix this mess... Brushing himself the griffon paused for a moment wishing he had a mirror to ensure his perfect looks were still... Perfect? [colour=#ffa07a]~Wait a sec~[/colour] without pausing for a moment the griffon bent down to peer at the handsome reflection he saw in Ardent's armor. Running a claw over his head feathers the griffon flashed a winning smile (Thankfully no mares were around to see it... Last time that happened the griffon was forced to flee Canterlot for the week)* [colour=#b22222]"You may resume your duties pony. Nothing to see here, well besides that dragon over there"[/colour] he calmly stated flicking a claw over to Huscarl. Despite the dragons attempts to stay hidden he was not about to escape the notice of a seasoned hunter like Gaston. For a brief moment the griffon considered attacking the red dragon but decided that it was not worth his time. He only challenged himself with adult dragons. Monstrosities that only a heroic creature like himself could defeat.** The griffons thoughts*** on the teen dragon were interrupted however with the arrival of a peculiar garbed mare, at least she showed the griffon proper respect causing Gaston to smile [colour=#b22222]"Unfortunately my dear the Duke is away on business. However I can definitely be of help to you. After all my father plans on on me succeeding him and as such I am more than qualified to perform his duties in his absence"[/colour] Gaston boasted in response while striking a pose. THis was exactly the kind of thing he had been looking for. [colour=#ffa07a]~Sister will be nothing once father learns of what i have done here. Whatever it is.~[/colour] ---------- * It is highly unlikely that Gaston had to leave because of any crazed mares. Despite what he thinks the griffon does not truly attract that many females (Although a small fan club does exist, headed by a rather crazed grey unicorn seemingly obsessed with the griffon. Restraining orders have been placed but they do little to stop her advances) ** Gaston does indeed hunt dragons... However it is unknown weather he has ever suceeded in taking one down. It should be noted he has no trophies of the creatures unlike the dozens of antlers and bear pelts he has laying about at home. *** The term is used rather generously here

I dont see why Crystal ponies couldnt be made OC's... That said they dont seem to have much aside from the crystal in the eyes and a body that seems to act like a mood ring ~.~ What im more worried about is the whole 'dark magic thing'...

It was yet another fine day in the city of Canterlot. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and the streets were bustling with life as ponies went about their daily business. [colour=#ffa07a]~How dull~[/colour] High above them all a griffon flew lazily between the towering spires of the city, his wings flapping only from time to time as he used thermals and other rising air currents to keep himself aloft. Calmly Gaston peered at the masses below him seeming like some sort of bird of prey ready to pounce upon an unsuspecting citizen. IN reality however the griffons mind was elsewhere, its nerves working overtime as its owner tried to think about events that had recently transpired at his home. [colour=#ffa07a]~That foolish child! Who is she to intrude upon what is so obviously mine!~[/colour] Gaston thought in irritation not considering that the 'child' in question was the same age as him. Ever since his sister had moved in with Gaston and his father things had gone steadily downhill for the griffon. Where the position of ambassador to Equestria had once been a guaranteed thing now his father was beginning to doubt in his sons abilities to succeed him. [colour=#ffa07a]~And all because that bird brained sister of mine had the guts to help him out! The nerve!~[/colour] Gaston growled. He had reviewed his fathers proposals earlier and they had seemed perfectly fine. The demands upon equestria had been clear and blunt, in other words the norm for what the griffon kingdoms demanded in their trade agreements with Equestria. [colour=#ffa07a]~The griffon way! Only cowards hide behind fancy words and sentences... Pah! Equestria must fear us! How could they do that if we try to use trickery and... And.... stuff~ [/colour]pouting the griffon began to descend lower down where the air traffic was a little busier with pegasi coming and going as they delivered messages or other business. [colour=#ffa07a]~Ill show them... But how...~ [/colour]As his mind worked overtime trying to figure this out the griffon landed suddenly in front of the Aquellian embassy, scattering a small group of ponies who had been shocked by his appearance. Gaston payed them no heed though. For now all he cared about was finding something to do that would upstage his sister. His father was out of Canterlot for the time being meaning his office was empty... Surely there was something in there he could help make better! With this new goal set the griffon charged forward, only to run smack dab into something and fall to the ground. [colour=#b22222]"Who dares!?!"[/colour]

Cantrip suppressed a groan as the teacher began to pair them all up. She didn't want to know anything about her classmates, the filly couldn't care less what they liked, their histories, even their names... Unless that information helped her escape at a later date Cantrip figured there was no point learning it. ~Oh well~ she thought in defeat and turned to regard Gold Standard. "You know my name, I like ice cream, magic and cats..." she explained quickly , of that list only the magic part was truthful. "Now tell me your information so that we can get this over with..."

Changed.

A million books? And each holding information about this land, its people, and culture... While Snowdrift was not a fan of how the ponies stored their information he couldn't fault them for having so much of it. Idl the caribou wondered if it would be possible to ever read them all? Probably not but that didn't mean he couldn't try! Despite his high hopes though Snodrift knew he still needed to figure out how to read... As the pair approached the group of young ponies Snowdrift couldn't help but smile a bit as they began to bombard him and Gerrard with questions. The caribou had always liked calves, and it seemed that pony children were no different. Curious, loud, and full of energy. That said he was amused to see they were quite tiny compared to caribou calves, then again Snowdrift himself was larger than regular ponies. "Yes my horns are odd, they are called antlers actually" he calmly told one of the children with a hint of amusement in his voice. Turning his attention to their supervisor he nodded in greeting "Hello, sorry that me and my companion and disturbing you" he said slightly apologetic.. He didnt mention why he was here, it didnt seem important but Snowdrift did not feel that embarrassed to be learning to read. He was a stranger to these lands, he knew this wouldnt be his first awkward experience. "So where should we start Gerrard?"

App switched to FInal since Gaston got his stamp As i said i nthe other app the feud between the siblings will not get into any serious territory and... Yeah

Crystal. Its not really gonna get that bad. (Mostly gonna be funny really as Gaston stumbles about trying to be witty and show up his sister)

Snowdrift shook his head at Gerrards explanation. How could they all live like that? Acting to one another like predators? Honestly the griffon seemed to be one of the friendliest creatures in this city... Which was saying quite a bit considering the caribou still couldn't bring himself to trust him completely. "It all seems... Stupid really..." he muttered with a sigh before returning his attention to the books "THere must be thousands of these books here... Where does one start?" well probably at reading. Snowdrift would need to figure that out before he could even attempt to digest the information contained here "And I can take these books away from here?" he added hopefully. While the building interior was nice he still like to stay outdoors under an open sky...

Ok... What... Just... Happened? Snowdrift stood there in complete confusion as the mass of ponies rampaged away leaving much of the library empty. Events had moved so fast, one minute the students had been angry with him, the next they were chasing one of thier own over a small misunderstanding.. "I don... WHOA" the sentence never finished as the caribou was yanked by Gerrard into a bookshelf. Flailing his hooves in worry he eventually calmed down seeing that he was in no real danger and it was all just a prank... Frowning at the laughing griffon Snowdrift bent over picking up the book he had dropped and replaced it on the shelf "Oh ha ha..." he muttered with a bit of annoyance but remembered what he had been thinking about before the prank. "Can you explain to me what just happened?" it certainly did not help the caribou to see ponies as anything less than weird.. If anything they seemed even weirder now.

Cantrip only payed a little attention to the colt as he made his way to the front, her focus for the most part still being the wall, then the window. Then... Well lets just say her gaze wandered allot. It didn't take a genius to see that the filly was rather bored with everything. The idea of hearing every colt and filly introduce themselves and show off a spell or two did little to excite her. Sighing the fillies eyes finally reached the front of the class where she watched the colt's trick with slight disinterest [colour=#ee82ee]~When are we gonna start learning something? Or at least see-~ [/colour]Cantrips thoughts were interrupted for a moment she watched Gold Standard waver and eventually fall, only to be caught by Misty Magic... As the rest of the class applauded the save Cantrip sighed but joined in half heartedly. While she didn't really want to see anypony hurt she couldn't help but feel that maybe the Colt shouldn't have done something so silly to get himself in that position that he would need saving.

AS mentioned at the start of the app Im waiting for the other app I made to be accepted before this goes to final

~What?~ After listening to Gerrards explanation (And still not really getting it) the caribou finally noticed how the ponies around him and how they all seemed to be angry at something. Perring down at the pony in front of him the caribou couldnt help but smirk somewhat. If he was trying to be intimidating he certainly was not doing a good job of it. "Im here because i was curious as to what a library was and my companion here decided to show me around." he replied bluntly while gesturing to Gerrard. The comment about his antlers however... "I don't have horns... They are antlers. And while they may be strange by your standards ill have you know my rack is quite impressive to those within my tribe" he replied calmly trying not to sound condescending or rude. it was a matter of pride for the caribou. BAck home ones antlers tended to denote ones importance and position. For Snowdrift to have such large antlers at this age was surprising and many had expected great things of him... If he hadnt been so prone to wandering. "By my standards the tiny nubs you call horns are something one would find on a calf."