Makuzui4220

Woo! Fireworks!

Silt Treble stood in front of Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns and stared in wonder at the towering building. A wellspring of emotion was bubbling inside him, barely contained. Excitement for finally being able to attend a school that would help him control his magic, amazement at the city of Canterlot, which he hadn't visited since he was a small foal; and above all nervousness. The unicorn felt very out of place next to all these city ponies and their neat styles, while he looked as though he had been on the wrong end of a windstorm. His wild, dark green cluster of a mane sat upon his neck with the stormcloud purple of his coat barely visible beneath the dirt. Silt swallowed hard against the lump in his throat and took a deep breath to calm himself before entering the school. Already he could feel his claustrophobia eating at him. Having never been to the school before, Silt felt it proper to seek out a map, and some possible help with his, eh, "problem". The lack of greenery and open air was causing him to panic, and it was a long moment before he found himself okay to continue down the hall to the counselor's office.[colour=#008000] "It's okay, Treble, you're fine. Stay calm, you don't want to ruin this lovely building, now do you?"[/colour] he spoke to himself, causing a pair of fillies to avoid him as he trotted down the hall. The door of the counselor's office loomed in front of him. [colour=#008000]"Here we are, step one down."[/colour] The colt took a seat outside the office, thinking it proper to wait to be called inside rather than barging in. While he waited, he closed his eyes and breathed deep, to keep himself calm. He tried not to think of the walls surrounding him, or the mass of ponies wandering the building. [colour=#008000]"I hope leaving the forest was worth this..."[/colour]

Would we be able to have fireworks the eve of day 7? Silt's a colt. (here's a link: http://www.canterlot...t-treble-ready/ )

I have a unicorn, Silt Treble, that I could see wanting to be a part of this.

I've separated the cutie mark story and history.

Heehee! MF. I did make a cutie mark story, it's in the history section. Should I, perhaps, separate it a little more from the bulk of it? And I can take out the references to the Princesses, that's no problem. Check out the tweekage!

The two ponies stood there for awhile, watching the dragon, but it didn't seem to notice them. Or, if it did, it didn't care. Silt could feel his initial adrenaline rush fade as he go used to the idea of a dragon. Questions started to bubble up from his well of curiosity. [colour=#008000]"Where'd he come from, you think? And what's he doing here?"[/colour] Silt asked Torque, to voice but a few of the inquiries in his head. [colour=#008000]"Do you think he's dangerous? I mean, he's closer to town than we are, and it doesn't look like he tried to burn it down yet."[/colour] The colt wanted to get closer, but his hooves stayed firmly planted on the ground. The scars on his chest, long since faded from the wolf attack when he was a foal, throbbed as fear slowly crept in again.

[colour=#008000]"Your hometown?"[/colour] Silt half smiled. He had never seen Torque Wrench in the past couple years of living here, but he very rarely went into town and stuck to the edges mostly. She probably would know his great-grandsire, and was about to suggest going to his shop when smoke finally touched his nostrils. [colour=#008000]"Fire!"[/colour] Silt whinnied in surprise and looked about for the cause. A glimmer of red and yellow scales down the road catches his eye, and Silt's heart jumped into his throat. A dragon! The grass touching Silt's hooves began to grow, much faster than when he was trying earlier with the lemongrass.[colour=#008000] No, no I've got to calm down. [/colour] Silt breathed deeply and fought the wild magic in him. The dragon spoke then, and Silt almost jumped out of his skin. He wanted to run, but didn't want to leave Torque behind.

The filly spoke to him, greeted him, asked him how he was. He wanted to reply, oh how he wanted to say <i>anything</i>, but the words died in his throat before he could get them out. The filly before him pawed the ground nervously, and he felt some of his own tension melt away. [colour=#008000]"I-I'm quite well."[/colour] he managed to say softly. The blue in the filly's eyes caught him again, and it was a moment before he caught himself staring with his own eyes of matching shade. [colour=#008000]"Sorry, um, I haven't really, eh, seen you in Stalliongrad before."[/colour] Silt flushed and looked at the ground. He must look like a crazy pony, with his mane sticking out everywhere and clumps of mud clinging to his coat, the light citrus smell of the lemongrass clinging to him like a ghost.

[colour=#008000]"Come now, easy does it."[/colour] Silt Treble coaxed in hushed tones to a patch of lemongrass, urging it to grow. The green of his magic glowed faintly about his horn, as the plant slowly, ever so slowly, began to creep to the sky. Never having proper teaching, it wasn't long before the unicorn sat on the ground exhausted from his efforts. He thought of resting and settled down where he stood. No one would disturb him in the shade; his storm-cloud purple coat and shadowed canopy green mane and tail made him hard to spot in foliage. He lay his head in the lemongrass and breathed in their citrus scent as he tried to catch a quick nap before trying at his magic again. He heard rather than saw the pony go by. Silt Treble raised his head from the lemongrass he was tending to examine the passerby. He noticed the tan coat first, and the oil tipped tail, but what caught his attention was when the pony turned her head and he caught a glimpse of her ice blue eyes. Then he noticed the horn. [colour=#008000]"A unicorn with water in her soul.. Intriguing."[/colour] Silt raised himself from the ground and trotted behind the pony. He wanted to say something to her, to ask her where she came from, about the oil on her tail, what her name was. His own nerves held him back though, so he simply followed her in silence.

Ah! Yes, yes I do. I've added the changes I've been working on. Thanks for your patience. :3

Tis done.

i have a question about cutie marks.... i'm thinking about changing pyper's to go along more with her unique ability rather than what she loves to do (this is Rarity inspired) and i'm wondering what the limit for images is on the marks. i understand no profanity or vulgarity, but as long as i change the story of her mark accordingly i shouldn't have a problem doing this, right?

okay, i've changed a couple things. plainscats were actually just a band of regular feral cats that inhabit the plains of equestria, but i've changed that to wolves for the sake of simplicity. i believe this is okay.... i'm really happy that i'll be able to keep some family names in there, but i understand why cast characters should stay out. i've made the necessary changes to that. if there's anything else that you can see that should be changed, please let me know. thank you!

Awesome, thank you!

Thank you! I'm glad Silt seems to be working out. Are we allowed to post fanfiction? If possible, I'd like to go more in depth with his history, but I didn't want what was in the app to be overwhelming.

Hm, these are some things to think about. I'll see about doing a small rewrite to her app. The y in Pyper is a small leftover from the words I used to make her name, i thought it would add a unique touch. Plainscats are feral cats, i was hoping to avoid being specific about what kind. I didn't see them in the species list, but I don't remember seeing bears or foxes or other things that I've seen Fluttershy interact with. Is there a list wildlife in Equestria on the site that I missed? Pyper scavenges. While wild apples may not be the tastiest, they're food, among other wild plants. I realize it seems difficult, but it's doable, and she chooses to live that way. But perhaps I can change a few things with that.... Thank you for your notes though.

I have made some changes. Hopefully my wording on the cutie mark is more to your liking, Davroth.

Hope the wording I used in that edit is better.

Hey, thanks for pointing it out though. I guess something I consider E might not be taken the same way by others, and it's nice to be reminded of that. I did rethink those things after your post. And yeah, eating it! She's a singer, smoking it would ruin her voice.

Ah yes! You're right, I really shouldn't leave that out. [edit] Cutie mark story has been added to the history.

Thanks for the insight! I see where you would be coming from, but the fling thing is a part of her history. It's not like this is going to come up in any RP in detail. As for the tobacco, it's perfectly E rated for her to like eating it, isn't it?

Yes! As long as they can tie in and keep it fun for everyone.

A warm wind swept from the Painted Pinto Desert into Appleloosa, buffeting the houses with bits of sand it brought along with it. In time it had worn all the sides of the buildings smooth and dulled colours. On the outskirts of town, the dusted red schoolhouse stood. The old building sprawled out awkwardly on the hard ground as it had originally been a ranch house, but later additions were made for more rooms and the school was born. A pair of doors, set like the teeth of a neutral smile in the building, opened up as the wind stilled and a stallion came out to prop the door. Age tinged his black mane with gray. A black tie fluttered against the brown fur of his chest as the wind picked up a little. [colour=#daa520]"Alright then," [/colour][colour=#000000]he gathered himself and then rang the bell just outside the doors to let ponies know the school was open. First day of school, and so many new ponies had enrolled. Being the counselor, Pens Inkwell looked forward to the new students; unlike some of the teachers. The wind picked up again, and Pens trotted back inside.[/colour] Silt Treble watched the stallion go back into the building from a distance. He had finally made it, after that long trip from Stalliongrad, to Appleloosa. To this school. Silt looks around and notices a few ponies in the distance. [colour=#008000]"When does it start?"[/colour] He had never been to a school before, his Great-Grandsire always taught him, or his mother. Silt shifted his weight on his hooves and stared at the desert beyond the school. He had traveled, but never this far southwest. The barren landscape and clear blue sky had Silt missing the thick vegetation of the land surrounding Stalliongrad, or the dense woods of Everfree forest. But the only green around here was the green of his mane, sticking out wildly. His coat didn't blend him in to well either, beinging dark purple-blue of storm. Silt's eyes drifted back to the school. He would wait until other ponies had gone inside. Despite how hot and dry his surroundings made him feel, he didn't want to be inside if he didn't have to.

Okay, so I know that there is an RP for Celestia's School, but that's in Mane-RP. This one is a free for all, any character can be used as long as they can tie into the story in some way.