Shame

Arty stepped back and put his hands up in a position to display no harmful intentions.

"Woah woah woah, easy there, I'm your friend! Oka-... Wait... Chrysalis?" Arty chuckles, shaking his head gently.

"Please, just come with me and take a seat, would ya? I need to get you a paramedic."

He gestures towards the door and keeps his arm about 3 inches from her back.

Artyom stepped back and allowed her to stand, being sure to keep her from falling.

"Eeeeaasy there, little lady..." He looks around the entrance to the garage to see if anybody saw what happened. He puts an arm around her back and guides her to the office.

"Come with me, I'll call an ambulance and get you sorted out..."

He looks behind her and notices the blood from his arm staining the back of her shirt, provoking him to quickly pull his hand off her, still keeping it behind her to make sure she has her bearings.

(What about Rainbow Dash? D: )

Yay! Wainbow Dash is here!!

My Rainbow Dash hasn't been on in 3 days...

Arty was having a rather good time of himself... Or, well, he WOULD have been if it wasn't for this STUPID CARBORA-...

He cursed loudly when the all-too familiar ping of metal on metal rang out, his wrench dropping all the way down through the Jeep's workings to the floor.

Suddenly, in a loud crack of thunder, Arty was startled to the point of pulling his arm back and across a furiously sharp piece of metal. He whipped around quickly to see a body laying on the ground where the lightning seemed to have struck, and it was stirring. He jumped down off the front of the lift and jogged to the woman on the ground, ignoring the foot long gash up the inside of his arm. He gently rolled her over and checked her pulse, two fingers to the neck, and was amazed to find it strong and steady. Her clothes hadn't been burned, her feet looked fine... It was the most peculiar thing that he completely forgot to ask

"A-Are you alright?" He made out, on his knees next to her.

((I apologize in advance xD))

Name: Shame

Gender: Male

Species: born Unicorm

Physical Appearance: Due to the constant presence of his cloak, the only real features are his lack of visible muscle, his bleak demeanor and his powerful, life-filled eyes.

Personality: Multiple, yet often calm, and reserved, gloomy, and rather dark.

Cutie Mark: Hidden

History (Background): Spoilers

Although I will say, he is a tad older than even the sisters. If more is necessary, please don't hesitate to ask!

Ah, wonderful!

Well, then how will this begin, hm?

>.>

<.<

How's the draw coming?

Mhm... Interdasting...

[colour=#282828]Your name (first and last) : Artyom 'Arty' Cherstvennikov[/colour]

[colour=#282828]Your age: 18[/colour]

[colour=#282828]Gender: Male[/colour]

[colour=#282828]Height: 6,1[/colour]

[colour=#282828]Weight: 160 lbs[/colour]

[colour=#282828]Distinct features (if any): Complete Heterochromia (Left green, right blue)[/colour]

[colour=#282828]Occupation: Mechanic[/colour]

[colour=#282828]What city do you live in? (make one up if you'd like) : Boston, MA[/colour]

Thank you, Claire... It's perfect...

I like number 3 also, I could toy around with Cowardice or Vox's past, it sounds like fun!

Ah know, I was waiting to make the first move though, I figured the dim glow of the cigarrette would have stolen your attention. -.-

I meant outside the general store... Guess I forgot to clarify that...

Dang... Well, didn't you already enter the place?

No, Star, you walked right by me before I could attack! D:<

*Flips table*

****it, Starstorm!

Yaaaaay! Thanks Cla- Santa!

Gotta get this in in time!

Dear Santy Hooves

I would adore a picture of Shame (My current avatar) sitting alone in a diner booth, a cup of hot cocoa on the table in front of him, leaving him to sit rather tiredly, leaning on the table with crossed forlegs, snow falling outside, Shame wearing a santa hat, and... Um...

I think that's it!

Oh, and if any random couple was walking by outside all happy, that'd be cool...

- Sincerely, Shame.

Oh! Idea!

What if the daleks tried to find a way to a different reality, tearing open a hole in timespace (TOTALLY NOT THE WARP FROM W40k) and the passing T.A.R.D.I.S. is sucked in. Passing through, the Doctor finds himself of a different for, i.e. Doctor Whooves.

Daleks wind up in Equestria (Only one small ship worth (Prolly 20 or so) so not many.) and they begin to wreak havoc, leseeing the potential to build a new empire or something, I don't know...

But yeah! I would love to play a possibly ponified, timespace-mentally-altered dalek :3

Yes, nobody pay any mind to the unconcious pony on the porch!

*Cough* -Starstorm- *Cough!*

X)

Aw! Dang it, Cainiam! I had a plan XD

Grammar...

*Twitch*

*Twitches*

Mutter Gottes...

The corporal stood by the captain's side for the rest of the afternoon. As the sun fell, and everypony made their way off to sleep, he remained on deck, fixing the rigging. Once the last lamp went out, he snuck his way below deck, climbing down to the engines.

Again, struck with the heat, he immediately sighed, figuring they would still be there. The guardspony had left, and the unicorns had been chained up further. Their legs had been chained down with slack, and their horns covered to prevent magic. All 5 of them stood, swaying on their hooves, their eyes half-lidded. The corporal fumbled with his saddlebas and pulled out his ration pack. He pulls out his last 3 rations and looks them over solemnly. He steps up the the unicorns and sits down. He hands his rations to every other one.

"Share." He 'commands'. The unicorns ignore however, saahely digging into the rations, eating right off the filthy floor. He steps back, looking over the unicorns.

"My name is Gold Star..." He extends a hoof, giving a joyful smile, which quickly fades as they look to him and back to the rations, finishing up. He closes his saddlebags and clears his throat. "So, how often do they f-"

"Corporal..." Red Sail pipes up, at the bottom of the ladder. He slowly makes his way towards Star, each step forward, responded with one step back until Star hits the wall behind him, startling a bit. "What are you doing down here..." He asks in a low tone, a look of malice in his eyes.

"I-I was feeding them... Nopony fed them..."

"For a reason."

"There's no reason to starve them!"

"Corporal, you're a man now, it's time to grow up and think. Unicorns have tortured our families for hundreds of years, they put us down for as long as we both lived in the motherland. I saved you from them, rescued you from the peril! And THIS is how you repay me!? By feeding your mortal enemies!?"

"These unicorns had NOTHING to do with your oppression!"

Red draws an extraordinarily fast and brutal back-hoof, knocking Star to the ground, scurrying backwards, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Get to your bed, corporal. Now."

"But!-"

"NOW!!!"

Star reluctantly gets to his hooves and flies out of the hatch and making his way to his room, bleeding and crying. Sail, wipes off his hoof and turns to the unicorns, pacing in front of them twice, grinning at them. He stops in front of the middle one, the smallest, seemingly only a child of about 14 to 16. He bares down on the child, snarling at him. "Are you hungry, little one?" He growls, bringing a slow nod, tears welling in his eyes as the other unicorns begin to cry. Sail stands back up, making his way to a rack on the wall. He picks up 5 bits and brings them back to the unicorns, strapping them into their mouths, tight as they can go. "Enjoy." He chuckles evily, exiting the deck and returning to his quarters.

Although, before he can enter... A voice rings out from the crows nest.

"Land ho! Coltuga ahead, Captain!" It calls out, bringing another grin to Sail's face. He stops. Steps to the side. And rings the bell, waking the crew.

"ALL HANDS ON DECK!!" He shouts.

(Sorry for such a long post (My longest post evar!) but if tl;dr, Sail rescued the corporal (Gold Star) from unicorns in Russia, and is torturing the ones below deck for it. Also the ironclad has spotted Coltuga amist the fog and the night.)

Red casually whistles a tune, holding his wheel steady as the iron behemoth cuts through the ocean like a knife through butter. Everything was finally going according to plan, nothing was a match for him anymore, he was unstoppable. His hubris was not without reason. Sure, the Tsar Pushka was gone, but in it's place, he had the greatest ship to ever sail the seven seas. He grinned as the wind caught the sails and brought the ship just barely out of the water. Oh the power...

"Telesny (Corporal), to quarterdeck!" He calls out, drawing the attention of a rather small pegasus, who flies up to the quarter deck and bows to the captain.

"[colour=#0000cd]Yes captain, what is it?[/colour]"

"Head below deck and report back with the status of the engines... I am unimpressed with their performance..."

"[colour=#0000cd]Yes ser![/colour]" He quickly jumps the railing and glides to the closest hatch, climbing down below deck.

Midst the movement of burly pegasi moving gunpowder barrels and rope, he manages his way to another hatch, lowering down to the engine room where he is immediately struck with an oppressive heat. He climbs down the ladder into the center of the room where his is met with a... Disturbing sight.

None on the ship had been to the boiler room, this was obvious, otherwise there would be discussion... 4 unicorns stood in bracing positions, chained by their necks to a massive engine. Their horns glowing bright white light, connecting to a massive amorphous blob of red. It spins and strikes the walls of the engine violently, turning a massive iron poll in the center, probably turning the propellers. Another two unicorns appear to work on fuel, one chops logs while the other forces the wood into the blob, which apparently consumes it. The unicorns all appear malnourished, all are chained down and look like they haven't slept in days, the conditions were... Revolting.

A pegasus sat, napping on a stool near by, propped against a wall. He had a whip around his belt and appeared very 'gluttonous'. The corporal made his way over and nudged the pony a few times, bringing him back to consciousness.

"Hu-Wha?" He looks around, finally looking down to the corporal. "What the hell do you want?"

"[colour=#0000cd]Captain sent me down to find the problem with the engines...[/colour]" He looks over to the unicorns. "[colour=#0000cd]I think I found it...[/colour]"

"What? Oh, them? Naw, they just haven't been given proper motivation in a while, is all! Watch." He stands up, cracking a few joints before drawing his whip, he steps forward and he cracks it behind them. Startled, the unicorns send a massive pulse of energy into the engines, kicking the boat forward. It is followed by a steadier beam of a higher power. The pegasus sighs contently and sheathes his weapon. "See? Easy as pie."

The corporal steps back, horrified at what he is seeing. He turns and flies back up the ladder, feeling no need to return to the captain, as he will no doubt notice the results. Instead, the corporal returns to his post, controlling the upper deck. Yet he is unable to ignore the digging feeling that he has a part of such an awful thing.