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"Nice to meet you as well." War Paint said blowing some hair out of her face.

In an instant of being asked War Paint, out of habit, perked up and said saluting "Staff Sergeant War Paint!" She then paused and flushed "Sorry. Old habits are hard to break." she said before sitting down once more.

War Paint looked up at Forte in embarrassment. "O-Oh sorry about that... I'm just getting a little overly emotional. That's all." She said with her face turning pink as Pinkie Pie's mane.

War Paint then sat there and sulked after her out burst of emotions, curling her short tail around her as much as she could. She sighed once more and closed her eyes. All she ever wanted was the same type of relationship that her parent's had, you know before her father died. She remembered how they'd just sit down and talk with one another about their day. This same type of ritual was done by her grandparents as well.

When growing up, every other filly that War Paint knew growing up dreamt of a large wedding where they looked like a princess. But War Paint dreamt of something different, she dreamed of warm summer evenings sitting with her special somepony and just talking.

That was all she ever wanted, it seemed simple enough to War Paint. But that seemed to be untrue.

War Paint sighed and got up starting to pace, "I think I'm a pretty nice mare, don't you think so?" She questioned only pausing for a moment to recieve a reply from Darkness who went to say something but War Paint went on with her little rant. "I have no idea why I even care about this anyway. It's just been really bothering me lately. I mean why can't I have any luck in love?" She said asking the last part rather loudly.

War Paint huffed a little "And don't get me started on the time that I made my out ranking officer cry and run home when I was trying to tell him I liked him." War Paint complained and sighed when she remembered the incident. The big stallion had backed up into a wall while War Paint was trying to tell him that she liked him, and he screamed for her not to hurt him and ran off.

It seems that later on, War Paint found out that he had pulled a harmless prank on her once as a dare, and that was hide her sword. To be honest War Paint didn't even notice it after all she lost things all the time. So when War Paint was chasing him down, he thought that she found out and was going to beat him up for it.

War Paint let out another sigh and dug her hoof into the grown with a scowl on her face.

"I don't know why, but it's almost natural for any pony to see me and get scared. Of course there are a few exceptions, but most of the time everypony sees this big mare in the royal gaurd that is some sort of killing machine and only thrists for blood. I have no idea where that came from! I've never hurt any pony... too much! Sure there was that one time that, I sent five stallions to the hospital, but they had to learn to keep their hooves to theirselves!" War Paint went on in her rambling rant mostly to herself.

War Paint flushed slightly "I guess I get what you mean, ever since I've joined the gaurd I've spent Hearts and Hooves day yelling at recruits and then running them around 'to get their minds off of those mares'." War Paint said with a rough sigh as she sat down as well.

"And ever since I was a filly all of the colts in my class were frightened of me as well. Of course that makes sense I mean after all I did beat most of them up for making fun of my little brother. But still it doesn't feel good to a little filly when she's trying to talk to her crush as he cowers in the corner of the class room." War Paint said and then she blew some of her mane out of her face.

"The name's War Paint." War Paint introduced herself after the stallion did so. "So, what were you so upset about?" War Paint questioned curiously.

War Paint tilted her head to the side, she had never in her life heard of somepony doing that. Of course most every pony in her family was a unicorn except for Shellac, but she was married into the family. "Well I don't think you're a freak." War Paint

War Paint raised an eyebrow, he looked like a normal black pony to her. "Meh, I don't see it. You look normal to me." She said slowly losing her gaurd speech pattern. War Paint circled around the pony trying to figure out what he meant. "Of course I'm not one that could really judge whether somepony was normal or not." War Paint mumbled to herself.

War Paint sighed and grabbed the stallion's tail with her magic. "It's fine, you didn't know." She said then turning to him and eyeing them. "What's this about being a monster?" She questioned bringing her face close to his.

War Paint flushed lightly for a moment and then flinched when the pony meantioned that she must be desired by other ponies. She gritted her teeth for a moment and then dug her hoof into the ground. "Not quite the case, it's actually the opposite." She mumbled looking away.

It was true, War Paint's rank seemed to drive stallions away quite quickly, the moment any pony heard she was in the gaurd they freaked out and didn't act like they did before they knew around her. This not only helped ruin War Paint's chances at love but she also suffered a large lack of friends as well.

Curiously, War Paint walked over to this pony. Once over she leaned down and tilted her head to the side. "What is the matter citizen?" She asked speaking in her royal gaurd speech pattern out of habit.

Trotting through Canterlot with her mind off of pervious... things, War Paint looked at the ponies and smiled happily, until she saw couples reminding her of what she was upset about. Sighing then shaking her head she noticed a pony lying under an oak in the park. Looking over quiestionably wondering if the pony was okay War Paint found herself just standing there.

Fresco couldn't help himself and found himself smiling back at Delilah. "It's nice to see that some ponies have manners." He said happily

((This topic is open for any pony to join))

When you hear of a pony named War Paint what do you think of? Strong, dangerous, unapproachable, doesn’t take nothing from anypony?

Well that was War Paint, when she had the armor of the royal guard on, but when it was off and she was outside of Canterlot or with her family she was a completely different pony, goofy, fun loving, friendly, and a bit air headed.

However the armor covers up more than just her skin in War Paint’s life, it even covers up her true self. The Staff Sergeant War Paint ran the show when it came to War Paint’s life. However like anypony War Paint wanted her own special somepony. But that was hard to do when she spent more of her time scaring the life out of any stallion that came within fifty feet of her.

So now that War Paint had the day off, she was at home sulking, Hearts and Hooves day had passed a while ago and War Paint spent it like she did every year, yelling at the recruits to stop making eyes at the local mares and making them run for twenty miles afterwards just for thinking about them.

And so here the great and almighty War Paint was at home, sulking and complaining to Shellac one of her few mare friends and in law.

“I’ll die an old mare if this keeps up.” War Paint groaned burying her face in the pillows on her bed as Shellac smiled softly and patted War Paint on the back. “War, getting married isn’t everything, you should be proud you’re one of the few mares in the armed forces.” Shellac said as War Paint turned around and glared at her harshly, “Easy for you to say you’re married to my cousin Lacquer.” She snapped as Shellac sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Look you can’t stay inside all day, maybe you should go outside and do something, maybe it would get your mind off of this love sickness you’ve been having.” Shellac suggested as War Paint sighed roughly knowing she was right. “Fine.” She said annoyed, sounding much like her younger brother Acrylic at the moment.

Getting up and getting ready after Shellac left the room War Paint sighed softly. Before heading out of the door of the Paint family house, trotting down the street War Paint took in the sights and sounds of the city that she daily taught soldiers to protect. Needless to say her mind was quickly taken off her pervious problem and her heart filled with pride for her job.

Acrylic sighed roughly and then began to pace, but stopped with the jarring pain from his back left leg entered his mind. He looked back there and sighed at what he saw, three knife like objects were stuck in his leg. He glanced back to the forest, he couldn't just leave his sketch book in there, glancing back his leg. He couldn't just go about with an injury like this ether. He sighed once more and sat down, he trying to figure out what to do.

Acrylic couldn't help but raise and eyebrow and then smiled, "That sounds like a wonderful idea," He said before picking up the bucket with is magic.

"Thank you so much for taking us in." Spin Art said,

"It's not a problem! We love having company!" War Paint exclaimed after gulping down some food.

"Yeah, thannk you, and the food is, lovely." Delilah said quietly while looking down at her plate.

Fresco over heard this and smiled "Thank you, I'm glad someone takes the time to taste the food I worked so hard on before sucking it up." he said directing his last part to his comment about sucking food up towards War Paint. "What?" War Paint asked after taking a drink of water. "In the mess hall they keep your meals timed. I'm used to eating like this." She said as Fresco glared "That doesn't excuse your lack of table manners!" he hissed at his cousin.

Dawn giggled, and smiled at Acrylic. [colour=#40e0d0]"Do you mind if I came to your dinner tonight? I don't have anything else to do, except studying my magic powers." [/colour][colour=#000000]She giggled,[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Acrylic couldn't help but laugh as well. "I don't mind at all." He said smiling, but his smile quickly turned into a look of surprise when Dawn turned the store clerk into a stallion than back into a mare. "Wow! You having alicorn blood lets you do allot huh?" he said quite surprised as the mare looked around confused. Acrylic couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when she spoke about other powers. "Well that's interesting." He said smiling a bit.[/colour]

Fresco looked over that the mare sitting next to him, she was acting a little strange, but Fresco shrugged it off. Who was he to judge anypony?

As everyone sat around the table after dinner being served War Paint was telling some stories about basic training with her mouth stuffed full of food. Acrylic was groaning and mumbling the story word from word because he had heard it a million times. Shellec was eating quietly. Neon was trying to hide the fact that she didn't eat her wheat, and the rest of the family was chatting with one another.

Welcome dear pony friend, together we all shall ban together and show everyone the true magical powers of friendship! For the name of our Princess Celestia-!

bahh~!

But seriously welcome to Canterlot, I just joined recently and it's a pretty good place to be. Hope you enjoy your time here!

(Alright)

As dinner was getting ready most of the Paint family discussed this or that with one another and basically forgot about the other ponies there except of course for Acrylic, Fresco, and Neon.

"Alright, I'll go tell Fresco." Acrylic said turning around and heading into the kitchen.

Acrylic tripped and tumbled and landed on his face. "What did I do wrong in my past life to deserve this?" Acrylic mumbled to himself and then his eyes widened when he realized he had forgotten his sketch book. "No!" he shouted loudly, but he didn't rush back into the forest. He decided to check his saddle bag first. He began searching it "No, no, no. Please be in here!" he said moving things out of his saddle bag.