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I'm not sure, I'm having a bit of writers block so I'm waiting until I think of something or until someone else posts.

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Dusk stepped back into the alley and placed his looking glass back into his saddle bag, then took them up and placed them onto his back. Once the bags were in place, he walked out the opposite side of the alleyway. He needed a way into the palace, one that wasn’t overwhelmingly guarded, and that didn’t lead into a highly populated area. That was going to be hard to find, since it was the Imperial Palace, which was, on a whole, overwhelmingly guarded and highly populated. He was confident he could find a way though. The other end of the alley let out into a smaller street, this one ending in a cul-de-sac. Dusk walked out into the street, heading towards the alley at the other side. He looked at the surrounding mansions as he moved. They were very large, most likely the homes of High Bloods. He snorted; Dusk didn’t like the blood, especially the High Blood. He was glad to enter the small, poorly lit alleyway, which cut his view of the mansions. He much preferred the alley to the Blood mansions; he would prefer a muddy hole to the Blood. He really didn’t like the Blood. The street at the other end of the alley was much like the first one, however, it lead up to an entrance of the palace which only had two guards by it. It was a small entrance, most likely used to admit and release servants. It seemed like an ideal spot for Dusk to enter through. He checked the other end of the street, which was empty, and thus started walking towards the two ponies. They were dressed in imperial guard armor. They also had a sword belt and sword strapped to their backs. Each one stood as still as statues, neither looking at each other or at Dusk as he drew near. At least, it seemed that way. As he got closer, he saw that their eyes were tracking him from under their helms, but no other part of them indicated they saw him. When he was a yard and a half away from them he stopped. For several moments they just stood there, staring at him, then one of them spoke up. “What is your business here? You are neither a servant nor a messenger, so what are you?” the one on his left said. He was slightly taller than his companion, and his shoulder knots showed that he was one rank above his fellow. Dusk put his gaze on the guard and simply stared at him, tilting his head to the side slightly. The guard stared back. After about a minute of staring the guard opened his mouth to speak again. At that point Dusk laughed lightly, letting his head tilt even more. The guard closed his mouth with a soft clack of teeth. “He’s probably just some drunken pony, send him back out into the city.” His companion said. Dusk turned his head to look at the second guard. This one was almost identical safe his slightly shorter stature and slightly lower rank. Dusk gave him a crooked smile along with the tilt of his head. The guard gave a small quirk of his lips which might have been a smile and said, “Yes, hello there. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave” in a rather polite voice. Dusk laughed lightly again. The guards smile got a little bigger when Dusk felt a hoof land on his shoulder. “You heard him, leave.” The first guard said, as he started pushing Dusk towards the other end of the street. Dusk reached up and grabbed the guards hoof and with that, seized hold of the magic source. His horn started glowing with a dusty bronze aura beneath his hat. As soon as it did, electricity started flowing through his leg and into the guard, who gave a sudden jerk as hundreds of volts coursed through him. Dusk stepped to the side and the guard fell to the ground, faint tendrils of smoke rising from him. He turned to the second guard. The guard already had his sword out and was preparing to strike at Dusk. Being an imperial guard, he was well trained and didn’t spend any time worrying over his fellow guard. Dusk dodged to the side and the guard’s sword clanged against the ground. Dusk lunged at the guard before he could recover. He poured all the power he could into his attack, sending massive amounts of electricity into the guard. The guard was twitching and smoking when Dusk was done. He quickly stepped over the unconscious guards and through the palace doors. He also gave silent thanks that his hat covered his horn.

I'm going to try and make a post.

Dusk wandered along the streets of Ashen Gate, doing his best to travel through the capital city during the Festival of Lights. That was rather difficult though, since he was in the middle of a rather large, slow moving crowd of ponies. He was walking at a pace of a few steps a minute, and if he tried moving any faster, he would walk right into somepony for sure. He really didn’t like it. With a grunt, he forced his way out of the crowd onto the side of the street, next to some impressive buildings. He lightly dusted himself off and then went over his belongings, making sure everything he had been wearing was still being worn by him. He looked over his shoulder , checking on his gray traveling cloak, which normally would have been rather plane, except it now had several pins decorating it, each pin having a long colourful ribbon attached to it. Lifting the cloak a little showed a pair of straps on his back, which were attached to his saddle bags. He quickly lifted the flaps of each bag to check on his possessions. His eye caught on a rather large yet sadly deflated money purse. He sighed slightly and let the saddle bag close again. He reached up and reset his grey hat, which had a rather large brim meant to keep the sun off his head, which was largely pointless, due to it being night time. With his woefully small amount of possessions in check, he turned back around to look out at the crowd covered street he had just forced his way out of. The street was bathed with light, some of it coming from festive lanterns, and some of it coming from the moon high overhead. Along with the lights came the sounds, hundreds of ponies all mingling together in massive crowds, entertainers going about their business, venders and stall owners yelling about their wares or offering food. Finally, complementing the sounds and lights, were the sights. The beautiful buildings had dozens of colourful lanterns and ribbons hanging from their eaves. The ponies in the crowd had ribbons too, as well as hoof-held lanterns and colourful clothing. With this just being day one of the festival, it was expected that it would probably get even more festive tomorrow. Dusk looked the crowd over, trying to find some sort of opening or way through. Of course, there was none. He sighed and started walking alongside the building, which was slightly less crowded then the street itself. Still, he moved at an agonizingly slow speed. He made it to an intersection in a few minutes, which would have taken him a few seconds if the street wasn’t so full. Luckily, he was already fairly close to his goal, only a block or two away. He took a right ad started heading along the street towards his goal. As he got closer, the crowds thinned another point of luck in his favour. The crowds stopped completely a block away from it, but Dusk kept heading towards it. When he was halfway down the block he turned right into an alleyway. He sat down on the alley floor and shrugged his saddle bags off his back. He reached into one of the bags and pulled out a small looking glass. With the looking glass in hoof, he went back to the alley entrance and peaked around the corner. He lifted it up and peered through it down the street at the Imperial Palace. He tilted his head slightly as he looked the impressive structure over. [colour=#996633]“Of course, I’m certain it’s in there”[/colour] he mumbled to himself.

I think I'll have my post up pretty soon here.

I guess this means I'll be posting now, give me a sec to think of what to write and I'll get to work on it.

[colour=#222222]Ha ha! My application successfully copied and pasted! Anyway, I made a few slight changes to him, nothing of import. Hope he is still acceptable to this, Valence, I wish to continue aggravating the blood with my character. [/colour][colour=#996633]And he will continue to speak in this colour.[/colour]

Name: Dusk Umbrosa Verenae/ Dusk the True Shadow/ Dusk the Shadow of Truth Sex: Male Age: Stallion/ unknown number of years Species: unicorn *Nationality: Coltara **Organization: none ***Social class: Commoner Eye colour: grey blue Coat colour: dull bronze Mane/tail: Black Physique: Slightly smaller than most regular ponies. Cutie mark/Destiny mark: [colour=#222222]A tarnished, steel cog with a scalpel in the center, with electricity arcing between the two objects. He received it on the night that it was discovered he was using magic. He was chased from his home, and became a wanderer, never actually able to settle down anywhere for fear he would be found out and killed.[/colour] Origin/Residence: he was born in a small village of little importance beyond farming crops. After his magical abilities were discovered, ran for his life. He is currently living on his own, wandering the world in hopes of finding more power. Occupation: Whatever he can get, or at least bluff his way through. Personality: He is greedy, paranoid, selfish, power hungry, and can be cold when needed. His attitude changes according to the class of the pony he is talking to. A commoner, he’ll be kind and happy, as long as any work he does he is paid for, and they don’t insult him. To any of the Blood, low or high, he will either act as an equal, or treat them mockingly, even insultingly, due to his hatred of them. Family: He has two older brothers, and his mother and father still live in his old village as far as he knows. He no longer maintains any contact with them, and grows uncomfortable when asked any question about them. He is a unicorn from his grandfather, who was himself a unicorn, whom he never knew. Back story: He was born into a small village, his family already consisting of two older brothers, his mother, and his father. His Father was the town surgeon, healing the sick and wounded, while his brothers were training to become soldiers in the EVA. His mother was a housewife who wanted to get higher up in class, becoming a Low Blood. She always hoped that one of her sons would achieve greatness in the EVA, thus letting them become part of the Low Blood. Unfortunately, Dusk was born a runt, and a unicorn, stopping him from joining the army. His mother saw him as useless, and spent little if any time with him. His father, however, found something else for Dusk to do. When he started school, his father started teaching him his own trade, medicine and surgery. Having grown up with two brothers who spent most of their time practicing fighting and building muscles, with a mother who would look at him and shake her head, he was captivated by both school and his father’s teachings. He quickly learned how to read, and soon after that, to write. He learned quickly, staying at the top of his class as the years went by. Unfortunately, every rose has its thorn. The other ponies in his class would often pick on him since he was smaller, weaker, and a unicorn. He spent most of his time alone, or helping his father. One day, while he was reading a book beneath a tree in the schoolyard, he found himself surrounded by several thugs/fellow school ponies. They started off as they normally did, insulting him, laughing at him. He responded as he always did, huddling against the tree and reading his book with his nose jammed in it. One of the thugs grew tired of simply jeering at him, and grabbed his book away from him. This was the first time any of them had taken something of his, at least, in his presence. Staring up at the thug in shock, he watched helplessly as the thug dangled the book in front of him and laughed at his feeble attempts to get it back. As it went on longer, Dusk started to feel angrier and angrier. Falling down on the ground, panting as much from anger as from exhaustion, he glared at the thugs as they laughed at him. When one of them snatched the book from his fellow and reached for a page as though to tear it up, something finally snapped in Dusk. Having spent most of his life with books as his only source of comfort, aside from his father, he couldn’t bear to watch one get mutilated. He knew that using magic was dangerous, but right now he could care less. In a rage, he took hold of the magic and lashed out at the thug with it. His horn glowed and small bolts of electricity arced across it. He didn’t know what he did, but the results were similar to a large hoof hitting the thug in the stomach, although nothing visible struck him. The thug doubled over and fell on his side, with his fellows looking at him in shocked silence. Dusk would have stopped to gape with them, but with the book on the ground and no one looking at him, he took his chance and ran. After that, it took several weeks before any of the other ponies would even look at him. He could have cared less. That small moment of magic was like the sweetest honey he had ever had, mixed with fowl water from a swamp filled with rotting corpses. Yet that wasn’t the best part for him. For a moment, he had had more power than any of the other ponies surrounding him. That single fact was enough for Dusk to try and learn more about using magic. Several more years past, filled with study of surgery, science, and magic. He learned anything he could about magic, whether on his own or from ancient books and tales. He made certain that nopony knew what he was doing, fearing what would happen to him if the Blood discovered. It wasn’t easy, knowing what he could do. He spent even more of his time alone now, either in his room, or outside the village. The only time he spent with his father was during surgeries. The first few years of magic study and use seemed to have no affect on him. But, nearing his last few years of school, he started to notice strange things. He would sometimes hear sounds, seeming to be far off and distant, like water or sometimes falling rocks. Occasionally he would even hear faint voices, so quiet that he could only make out every tenth word. This added to his being solitary. He would sometimes just stop, and tilt his head, as if listening to something. He would even do this while talking to others. In his last year of school it got even worse. He would sometimes start laughing for no reason, and then keep going as if nothing had happened. Other ponies avoided him as much as possible now, even the ones who had tormented him so often before. He didn’t care, he only cared about learning more about magic. He had learned so much in those years, yet he knew there was more he could learn. So much more. As graduation day came closer, he started wondering what he would do after he graduated. He was top of his class in mechanical science and surgery. But his mind was set on one path now. Magic and the power that came with it. He had seen how everypony stopped picking on him after he started studying and practicing magic. He saw how others became uncomfortable around him. He knew it was because they could sense just how powerful he was now. And he wanted more power. He knew he could do it, he had heard tales of unicorns in the old days, having powers unparalleled by others. The idea of gaining such power consumed him. Unfortunately, other ponies at his school had started to suspect what he was doing. Seeing how strange he was acting, spending hours outside of the village. Some of them went to the Low Blood, telling them about him and what they suspected he was doing. It wasn’t long before they sent a Sul’jin with Rahmane, and a few soldiers to his house. Coming to his room, they tried opening it, found it locked, then forced their way in. The soldiers walked in to find a confused Dusk, his horn glowing and a nearby bunsen burner lighting itself and floating three feet off the ground. Dusk’s confusion turned to shock and fear when he saw the Sul’jin and her Rahmane. He knew what was going to happen to him now, execution. The guards fanned out and the Rahmane and Sul’jin went straight towards him. As the pair got closer, Dusk huddled down on the floor, whimpering in fear. “So, this is the one that we had to bring a Sul’jin for. He doesn’t look so tough” one of the guards said. Dusk’s whimpers stopped. His eyes swept across the surrounding four ponies. He noted everything about the room. Then, with a deep breath, he let the magic flow through him, that sweet, vile honey. His horn glowed and the bunsen burner that had fallen on its side suddenly let loose a large flame, engulfing the hoof of the soldier standing next to it. He turned his attention to the Sul’jin and Rahmane. The Rahmane’s horn was glowing too now, and the Sul’jin was pointing at Dusk and shouting something. She didn’t finish it though, He wouldn’t let her. The glow around his horn brightened and electricity arced from it to connect with the center of the collar. The pair connected to the Soulshackle gave a convulsion as the electricity coursed through them. Once they fell to the floor, unconscious or dead, Dusk didn’t care, He turned his attention to the last soldier. The soldier was reaching for his sword. Dusk didn’t bother with him, he simply leaped over the pair on the floor and ran. He didn’t stop running until the village was out of sight. It was only then that he realized, standing there slathered in sweat and panting, that his destiny mark had appeared. He simply stared at his chest, watching as it went up and down. “What could have caused you?” he asked the picture on his chest. He thought back to the short battle, if it could be called that, in his room. He started laughing. Something like that, pretty much destroying his whole future, could also show him his future. “Alright” he chuckled, “I guess I need a new name. How about… Dusk... Dusk Umbrosa Verenae. Dusk for short”. His hatred for the blood came from the years following, during his wondering. He has visited many towns and villages, and he has met several dozen ponies of the Blood. Each one he has met has lowered his opinion of them, and strengthened his dislike.

Go to your best friends house. NO! Your boyfriends house! If you have one. if not, then the best friends house. I am the voice in the back of your head that commands you, OBEY!!!

Dusk finished cleaning his teeth, letting go of the magic as he smiled at himself in the mirror. He never liked letting go of the magic, but he had to so that nopony else found out he used it. He took up his mirror again and walked back into the small camp. He placed it back in his saddlebags and placed those on his back. Once he had the pickhammer in place, his hat on his head, and his cloak covering his back, he was ready to go. Except for one thing. He took a small loaf of bread out of his pack and stuffed it in his mouth. He trotted up to stand next to Silvan, his nightingale, and Soul Slasher while he chewed the bread. He turned his head to the others and smiled, quickly swallowing the bread when he realized his mouth was still full of it. “Morning fellows, morning your princeliness” he said with a mocking bow. “Now, seems like we’ll be getting the rest of the way up the mountain today, which brings a question to my mind. What is at the top of this mountain you want?” he asked Silvan. For once, the words he spoke to the prince had no bight or mocking tone in them.

After half listening to the tale that the Nightingale had to tell, Dusk picked up the pickhammer and stood. “Well, this has been just grand,” he said without really meaning it,” but I’m afraid that sleep calls. Good night to you all and may you wake in the morning” he said to the two ponies who were still by the fire. He walked off without waiting for a response. He stopped at his bedroll and saddlebags, setting the hammer down within short reach and he lied down on his bedding. He pulled a blanket over top of himself, even though he didn’t need it with the bracelet around his leg. Thanks to a long day of walking up the mountain, he fell asleep fairly soon after. He awoke when Silvan and his Nightingale went around the camp waking them. Dusk felt better having had a night’s worth of sleep, but he did not look forward to walking the rest of the way up the mountain. With a sigh he lifted himself off the ground. He reached into his saddlebag and took out a mirror, then walked off into the woods. He stopped when he was far enough away from the camp as not to be spotted. He propped the mirror up with a rock so he could look at himself in it. His mane had several new knots tied in it, and his tail was a bedraggled mess. The rest of him was fairly dirty, no doubt thanks to all the walking he did yesterday. He tsked at his reflection. Having grown up with a surgeon as a father had taught Dusk that cleanliness truly was close to godliness. He lowered his head so his horn was parallel with the ground. He felt a thrill and disgust as he took hold of the magic. He focused and small arcs of electricity skittered up and down his horn. His hair lifted and waved, untangling itself, surrounded by a grey aurora. The dirt on his coat lifted out, also surrounded by a grey aurora. He enjoyed using magic, even for something as simple as this. Fairly soon, his coat was clean again, his tail was back to being straight and sharp, and his mane was still disheveled, but not in any knots. He smiled down at his now clean reflection.

Read the comics and laugh. I command you!!!