Bramble Rose

Sweetie Belle looked around, her eyes bigger than usual at the sudden spate of yelling and anger... her eyes wavered a little bit, the little pony's lower lip quivering. She hated angry yelling... "Wh... why are you yelling at me?" she asks, nervously... "What did I do wrong?" She looks up at Mud Bug. "What are console-quiches? Or mini yawns? I was just trying to find out how to see if I could get a cutie mark like hers!" She gives a delicate little sniffle, pawing her front hooves at the ground nervously, her head low to the ground with her worry and nervousness. "I don't even know what to apologize for. I don't remember saying anything mean!"

Sweetie Belle gaped as she saw them exchange words and mud-balls, eyes wide. They were like big kids! Then Mud Bug turned back to Sweetie Belle. "Yeah, I'm just fine!" Sweetie Belle chirped happily! "You protected me!" She giggled. "He was silly! And not that bad, at least he helped you get all cleaned up, right?"

In Lupus Tabula is the werewolf version.

Sweetie Belle blinked in surprise. A cutie mark just for playing in the mud?! They'd never even thought of that! "Wow!" she started to say, "I-" "FIRE!" cried the voice, startling Sweetie Belle. She turned to see what the commotion was about, caught the briefest glimpse of something hurtling towards her. She ducked, sensing more than seeing the large form of MudBug leaping over her, her eyes squeezed shut as she waited for an impact that never happened. Instead, she heard the splash of water, felt a faint spray of mist. The tiny lil' unicorn peeked out from under a hoof, to see MudBug standing like a wall before her, guarding her from the water balloons. "Wow..." she breathed softly.

Sweetie Belle tilted her head to the side, peering past MudBug a little bit, both looking at what the mare was looking at, as well as getting a glance at her cutie mark. She let out a soft ohhhh. "I guess flower gardens do need to be prepared first! I didn't know you could play in the mud as a job! So is your special talent having to do with beautiful flowers?" She peered around again, trying to get a better look at the mare's cutie mark. "I think you have some mud covering your cutie mark, there." she said brightly. "I can't quite see it!" Thoughtfully, she planted her tiny lil' hoof down on one of the blobs of mud that had gotten splashed out of the garden, feeling it squish under her hoof in a rather satisfying manner.

Hershey is a company name *because* it was a name, first. *heh* But I understand.

It did look good.. for rarity. It was rarity's colors, and rarity's mark.

Sweetie Belle tossed her mane lightly as she continued laying out the plates and cupcakes, trying to take on Rarity's air of refinement. Unfortunately, she didn't have Rarity's air of refinement, and she was still terribly nervous, stammering out her words in a quavery voice. "A lady does not let a ruff.. ruff... rufflemint ... a bully like him ruin her plans! She remains ... ah ... um ... poised! Even in the face of danger!"

I am SO in for this game!

Sweetie Belle trotted through town happily, scouting out new ideas to try for the Cutie Mark Crusaders to get their cutie marks. She was singing a quiet, cheerful tune under her breath. o/~ We were trying different things, whatever we could think, seeking marks out by the lake to our favorite song... Sipping cider out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow, Singing Sweet Home Ponyville all summer long... o/~ As she was trotting along with a dance in her step, her pink and lavender hair bouncing merrily over her white unicorn foal's form, she caught sight of something that made her stop and stare. There, right there, was a full-grown pony playing in the mud, churning it up with vigorous stomps of her feet, getting splatters everywhere - especially on herself! But only little foals played in the mud! What was this full-grown mare doing? She watched for a little bit, then stepped daintily forward, avoiding the worst of the mud splatters. "Scuse me!" she said, politely. "Scuse me! What are you doing?" she asked, curiously.

Oh, oops. Shoulda put this here: You could name him 'Hershey", and his cutie mark could be a classic chocolate bar, with a big bite taken out of one corner.

Ahhh! Cinnabon Swirl is awesome! I love her stylish air about her! And she has a great hat!

Sweetie Belle straightened her back, lifted her head, and brought her tail around to quick dab at her eyes. She took a deep breath, and then was smiling brightly again. "Right!" she said happily. "Cutie Mark Crusaders Picnic, take two!" She gave both her friends a little nuzzle of thanks, then trotted out from behind the library, and over to the blanket in the town square. Her spurt of crying over, she was full of self-confidence again. She just wouldn't be trying to sing again. She pawed at the blanket, straightening it out, and gave it a little tug here, a little tug there. Her curly tail brushed over the top of it, getting rid of any dust that settled on it, and then she was ready to sit down. As far as her attitude was concerned - Champ wasn't there. An adult was handling it, and that was good enough for her. Rather, *her* job was to be a proper hostess and get the picnic ready for the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and those two nice boys who were standing up to the bully! The one didn't have a cutie mark, so he could even join in their cutie mark crusade, and though the other apparently had a cutie mark, he had protected the crusaders, so he could have half a cupcake, too! delicately, she removed the cupcakes from the basket she had carried over. they were dark carrot cupcakes, with creamy off-white frosting, and topped with a little baby carrot. She also took out a small knife with her teeth, carefully cutting each of the three cupcakes in half. Half went to each of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and two halves were set aside for each of the two nice boys. The third half-cupcake was set aside just in case someone else came along!

Sweetie Belle sniffled softly, rubbing her head against her friends' necks. "Ah think so," she sniffles, giving a lil' smile, then wiping at her cheeks to try to get rid of the tear marks. "Thank you both for worrying about me... " She shakes her head, straightens up. "We should get back to our picnic! What if that big meanie ruins the food!"

Huh. OK, I see what you're saying, now. Well, that seems to violate what I've seen on the show, but I'm moving the discussion over to that thread, since it's a matter of how the boards are being determined more than how you wrote it. I still think that even as such, 'burn the witch' is a bit bizarre in a world that is dominated by magic as Equestria is... but I do see where you're getting that from, now.

The thing that really makes me like this episode is that normally, you'd expect a character like Rarity to escalate in a jealous fit, but instead, Rarity stayed a good friend, as much as she was jealous - trying to help her friend as much as she could figure out how.

Sweetie Belle gave a little sniffle, leaning into Scootaloo, tucking her head underneath Scootaloo's for a moment. She knew she should be OK, that her friend coming to comfort her should make everything better, but the fear still coursed through her. Singing in public! And being laughed at! Oooooo... how horrible! But after a couple minutes of her sides quaking, and her tears slipping down over her muzzle, she finally drew back and straightened up. "Thanks, Scootaloo," she said demurely. "I'm sorry for worrying you..."

Cloverland? Clydesland?

Sweetie Belle didn't stop running for a bit, her little legs churning frantically as she tried to get away from the laughter, her tears streaming behind her. She ran around the library tree, trying to find someplace without ponies to see her, but then Scootaloo cut her off. Sweetie Belle backed up against the tree, sniffling, her head ducking... "S-sorry," she sniffled. She ducked her head, and tried to say more, but couldn't get the words to come out.

Bramble Rose, following along after Lily, tilted his head to the side. He tossed his long white mane out of the way as the diminutive purple unicorn tried to listen, too. He paused, one leg lifted in front of him nervously, as he tried to pinpoint the source of the voice. "I heard it too," he said, softly, "I know it..."

Sweetie Belle cringed inside as Apple Bloom looked at her pointedly. They were singing, in front of people! They were so brave... she wished she could sing in front of people, too... But they were the Cutie Mark Crusaders! And she had to support her friends, no matter what. She stepped over to Apple Bloom and, quaking, lifted her head. No support music. No practice. No preparation. Just her voice. She took a deep breath, and only a scared squeak came out... she worked her tongue inside her dry mouth, and tried again, a tiny, tremulous note emerging from her lips, singing along with her friends timidly, her heart fluttering in her chest. Then Champ started to roar with laughter, and even that timid voice cut off with a squeak... her eyes watered at the laughter, and the taunting insults. Her tears leaked down her cheeks, and she turned and fled, sobbing.

True Dat!

I would think they were naturally long lived too. And no, I wasn't forgetting that creatures use an outside source, but the difference is that outside source of energy is not enough to reverse cellular breakdown over time. Otherwise if we ate regularly, we'd never die. What she would need to sustain herself would be a source great enough to do that kind of thing. And yes, she would need a limited pool, if her pool was unlimited, really unlimited, she'd be God. As in, ethereal all-being that encompasses everything since she's literally just a source of limitless magical power. She wouldn't age, or take damage, or even need a physical body. Um... now much 'energy' one has ... has nothing to do with how long they can live. Our bodies don't break down because of a 'lack of energy'. If that was the case, we'd eat one extra muffin every day and live forever. Our bodies break down because there are small bits and pieces at the ends of our DNA chains that slowly break away over time, till the 'end buffer' gives away and we start losing necessary DNA. Also, the mutations that happen every day slowly build up in our bodies, and mutations generally kill people. Energy wouldn't stop that from happening, it's entirely genetics. *snrk* *hahahahaaha!* Ah, perfectly put. And there, ladies and gents, is the definitive answer.

um... Griffons *do* have magic... as much magic as pegasi. They can control weather in the same fashion. And magic is the primary motivator in the world... Ignore her and accuse the wealthy landowners who bought off their land?

For a weird eyeless noodly monstrosity, he's kinda adorable.