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So, it sounds here like he's HEARD of Apploosa, but is he going there? has he gone there? is he there already? That was the only thing that really stuck out to me, great profile otherwise. :3

Riiight...but....she's still dealing with lava-hot metals. And those molds don't just 'magically' exist. (well, I suppose, in ponyverse, they technically COULD exist, but that's beside the point) the molds have to be created, and they are often also created from a much higher temperature metal, that cures stronger, and has a much higher melting point than the metal put into the molds. I suppose she could buy the molds premade from maybe...unicorn mold makers or something....I suppose....it is a frequent thing for jewelry molds to look the same or similar, if all she makes is jewelry. But smithing does have quite a bit to do outside of the mold. Once metals are removed from the mold, they are not yet in their finished form and require modeling while they are still warm and pliable. ....of course, if she cold-forges everything, that would render my question totally invalid, as cold forging requires only the teeniest, tiniest amount of heat, and is used only for jewelry. But bigger things than jewelry....need more heat! :3 Well, I'm no mod here, I'm not going to tell you if your cutie mark is unacceptable, I just wanted to see an explanation of what it means, and why it applies to her.

I have a newly-approved character who I did not apply as a Shadowbolt for, but I did mention the SBolts in her profile. May she...join..? Like....as a new member....? ....also, why are quotes necessary..?

Okay, here I am again, and I'd just like to say: Cutie mark. Again, I don get it. It seems like something you'd see on a crossover character, as it ties in to the real world and isn't really....welll....innocent and pony...ish. Also....kind of wondering wondering how exactly she smiths as a pegasi. I mean, smithing involves working with scorching hot metals. Stuff that couldn't really be worked with with a mouth or wing, let alone flat hooves. Just curious here. Also, there's a point in your app where you refer to Onyx as her previous name, 'Boethian'.....

BON BON Bon Bon giggled at Lyra's words, comforted by them despite herself, and even more so when she tripped over and crashed into the zebra across from them. She wiped tears from her eyes, and sighed as she looked out the window. It truly wasn't Lyra's parents she was worried about. It was her own. Her parents were....not accepting. They never approved of her going off to make a life on her own, never approved when she got her own house and moved out of her relatives home in Ponyville. They thought her talent was a waste of time, and not worth the effort. Sure...they...'loved' her...sometimes...or they seemed to, anyway. Bon Bon sighed, and looked at Lyra and the zebra, her eyes were dripping with worry,"I'll go get the hot cocoa. You apologize to the nice zebra." With that, she trotted off quietly down the train, slipping from their car to another, and then another after that until she found her way to the food car.

I want to be an artist....and not just in drawings.... a taxidermy artist.

The only thing I don't like is that the text is so faded underneath people's avatars like the post count and after 'Location'......idk....I'll try it out...

*ADAMANT RETURN BROHOOF HECKZ YEAH!!! >3< ...I feel as though my post is so...naked...definitely need to get that bio up there...I'm so excited!

Pics inside spoiler. WARNING: PIC HEAVY. Name: Wind Whistler Age: Older Mare (think like...~30s) Gender: Female Eye Color: Purple-red hue. Almost magenta, but a little more purple. Pelt: Light Blue Mane/Tail: Light 'Fading' Pink, with a large white bow at the top. Curly, and almost unkempt looking. Her tail is rather long, whereas her mane is fairly short and curly. (see last picture in spoiler, this is her appearance.) Roleplay Type: Mane RP Species: Pegasus Physique: Slender, but well-muscled. Not plump, but certainly not excessively thin. Phisique of one constantly running after fillies and foals. Origin/Residence: Born and raised in Fillydelphia. Currently resides near Canterlot. Cutie Mark: Two blue whistles, two pink whistles. Career: She is a tutor for young fillies and foals. She travels across Equestria, but her home is located just outside of Canterlot. Motivation: To spread her love of knowledge, and also her love of flight and exersize all across Equestria--to make learning FUN. Story: Wind Whistler was born and raised in Fillydelphia, the daughter of wealthy Realtor ponies. Her parents were both very supportive of any form of education, and had her in lessons before she even got into school. She attended an all-fillies academy when she was young. Since a young age, when she first got her hooves on a dictionary, she has loved to speak in elaborate sentences, her vast vocabulary adding to the oddity and often unnecessity of her phrases and sentences. As a filly, she was at the top of her class and very much a 'teachers pet', so it was no surprise to her when she was selected as 'Hall Monitor'. She loved her duty. She went about the halls with a whistle on a string around her neck, tooting it every time she saw something out of place, though never did she yell at ponies, merely instructed them on how to correct their actions--often in an exceptionally detailed manner. As she moved to higher grades, remaining hall monitor, she found in her the love of caring for and correcting the fillies younger than she, and found her passion for teaching. It was on such an occasion, where she met the filly that would be the source of her cutie mark... 'Wind Whistler was patrolling the halls as usual, and all seemed to have calmed down. Fillies were all in class, there was nopony out and about. Her halls were clear. But then...what was that sound? A sniffle? A squeak? Grabbing the whistle in her lips, she looked around the hall, and found a young, tiny filly, a few years her junior, sobbing near her locker. She peeped her whistle softly, and approached the filly. "Please do not cry, my little filly, the halls are no such place for water to be running down your face. I imagine you are feeling some sort of sad emotion. Please, allow me to speak with you, and put your mind at ease," Wind Whistler knelt near the filly, and listened attentively as she began to sob about how one of the school's frequent bully-ponies had pushed her into her locker, and now her brand new glasses were broken. Feeling a wave of sympathy and a tender care for the filly, Wind Whistler was quick to get ahold of her parents, as well as the bully, who was made to apologize. It was after that day that Wind Whistler found that upon her flank would be what etched into her as a teacher, a mark of what made her a teaching pony, and what showed her what she wanted to do with her life. As she watched the filly leave that day, and saw over the next few days that the bully and the young filly became fast friends, united from her own act of courage and kindess, she realized that that was what she wanted to feel that satisfaction, to help little ponies, every DAY.' After filly's school, Wind Whistler attended the Fillydelphia Academy, where she was educated and went to college for the education of young children. Wind Whistler, despite her wisdom, is well known for her boldness and bravery, as well as the extreme loyalty she holds towards those dear to her. She was, for a short time, a teacher in Fillydelphia, but her deep desire for adventure drove her to travel, and she now runs a school and small children's library just outside of Canterlot, as well as provides tutor services for a wide range of foals thrroughout Equestria. She is well known for her often times unorthodox methods of teaching, as she desires every filly and foal to find education and just general...KNOWLEDGE just as thrilling and fun as she finds it. She is never seen at school without a whistle around her neck! She is ALWAYS at the Canterlot library, or the library in Ponyville, or any library in any town she happens to sniff out a book in! On her days off, if she's not at the library, she's writing FRANTICALLY! Putting all her thoughts on paper is hard work for a filly, especially when you know so many words! She has attempted to write novels and novellas in the past, but to no avail. She always ends up nitpicking her own work, and ends up on another topic when meaning to stay in the line of the story. While she cannot DO magic, she knows much about the magic of the pegasi breed, some of the lore of why they can walk on clouds, why they can maintain the weather and so on, as well as unicorn anatomy and general information. She is a highly educated pegasi, and differs greatly from the normal 'hot headed' nature that the pegasi are known for. Her parents are still VERY supportive of her, and frequently take trips to Canterlot to see her, and to also, of course, buy exclusive Canterlot clothes lines. Let's not forget, they ARE wealthy ponies!

Alright! Now I'm gonna go make mah first crossover character! >3< HUZZAH!

Chillax, man, the mods will get to you when they have time. Posting over and over again will not help. Okay, a few pointers, just from my opinion: Her name, to me, doesn't make much sense. Most ponies name their fillies and foals off of their looks or what they like, or some kind of tradition. I'd love to see a bit more explanation? Cutie mark. Would love to see a cutie mark story. You mentioned in response to someone else's inquiry, but not in her actual profile. How did she get it and why is it a dragon shaped pendant? Why would it not be some other form of jewelry? Why a dragon? Where she lives: You may want to change it, and maybe read up a little more on the locations available around Equestria, as I know Ponyville is kind of a strict zone due to the high amount of ponies already living there. Try out Canterlot, or Fillydelphia, or maybe Manehatten is more your thing. Ponyville is just....WAY too populated! Also, how did she get into crafting? did she know someone in the smithtrade? have someone take her on as an apprentice? More on that would be...superb. :3 That, and hey, maybe you could make a quick pony maker version of her in the pony maker. :3 It's available under 'extras' on the board here!

WELCOME, WELCOME, WELCOME!!!! TOOOOOOO....... CANTERLOT!!!! *DOOT DOO DOOO!!!* (yay!)

Holly giggled as she watched the foals that were able to fly and Gladwin chase after Colton. She trotted along the swinging bridge of the playground, followed by a couple foals who stuck close to her, as kids tend to when big kids are around. Holly laughed at that thought. That's pretty much what they were, weren't they? Just big kids in a little playground. "HUH-WOAH!" Holly ducked as Colton suddenly swooped low to the playground, evading Gladwin with a grin. She popped her head back up and watched him fly off, looking back just in time to see his chaser and a few pegasus foals fly right into her, "WAAAAHHH!!" She couldn't help but laugh as she, the griffon, and the foals all fell in a heap to the floor. She supposed that made her it, didn't it? She looked up, and for a brief moment, had a deep eye contact with the griffon, but was quick to cough and roll away from him, off to chase after Colton, who had still yet to be it, "Ah'mma get you, Colton!" She called up to the still in the sky pegasi. He still seemed cocky about evading Gladwin. As he flew, she used her magic to pull out a branch right in front of him, and send him spiralling to the ground. She walked up to him, stuck her tongue out, and tapped him on the nose, "YOU are IT." She flipped her tail at him and walked off, head high.

On that note...could my Ranma 1/2 character work? Like, a character whom, when splashed with cold/hot water, becomes the opposite gender? It would be for crossover, of course, but I'm curious.

ANNOUNCEMENT: Calling all nurse and doctor ponies! Canterlot's own General Hospital and Veterinary Care Clinic is hiring! We are a rapidly expanding hospital that needs smiling nurse and doctor ponies to help us meet our expanse of patients! All applications will be considered! Medical licensing preferred, but not required if you have adequate work experience! Inquire within! Feel free to inquire here, or if you already have an active nurse/doctor/vet/acupuncturist/whatever pony, you can walk in to the clinic in-character here: http://www.canterlot.com/topic/5169-canterlot-hospital-open-for-business/ Come one, come all! >3< Respond, plz. Like This

I would love to see some added XL icons. I mean....the little 's are great and all.....but.....they don't do much....and....I end up linking gifs into a ton of my posts anyway....

Holly laughed robustly at the end of Colton's story, "This little guy did THAT?!" She pointed at the little bird, giggling furiously, "What a little brat! Why, Iffen I ever had a pet, I'd pluck it's feather's dry if it got me in trouble like that!" She was still giggling as she spoke, and tears were at her eyes, "A bird....wreckin' a shop! BWAHAHAHHAHAHA!!" This was one of those moments where a laugh was contagious. As Holly laughed so riotously, the general laughter of the audience members doubled just because she was laughing so hard. And Holly couldn't stop laughing because she was being laughed with, and it only made everything seem funnier. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she rolled on the ground, reduced to silent giggles and 'pffffts' as the rest of the audience settled down. "Ahhh....that is too rich," Holly sat up, her cheeks rosy as she rubbed the tears from her eyes, and sighed, her laughter and tickly tummy finally settling down. She bounced up to her feet, "Well....Ah suppose....." She reached out suddenly and smacked a hoof on Sketch's shoulder, "TAG, YOU'RE IT!!" She and the foals went squealing back to the playground. And...there were more of them? It would seem from all the story telling, a small crowd had gathered, and now fillies and colts were abundant on the playground, all laughing and playing and climbing up the playground equipment, pointing and giggling at the 'it' pony.

ANNOUNCEMENT: Calling all nurse and doctor ponies! Canterlot's own General Hospital and Veterinary Care Clinic is hiring! We are a rapidly expanding hospital that needs smiling nurse and doctor ponies to help us meet our expanse of patients! All applications will be considered! Medical licensing preferred, but not required if you have adequate work experience! Inquire within! Feel free to inquire here, or if you already have an active nurse/doctor/vet/acupuncturist/whatever pony, you can walk in to the clinic in-character here: http://www.canterlot.com/topic/5169-canterlot-hospital-open-for-business/ Come one, come all! >3< Respond, plz.

I'm surprised nobody shares my fear of creatures under my skin. It's.....*shudder* AWFUL. As far as....talking goes....I LOVE TO TALK. Anypony wanna come on webcam and talk? I'LL TALK TO YOUUUUU!!! I work for a company where I sit on the phone all day and...talk....talk...talk....talk....TALK. So...hey, Angie, if you're afraid with speaking with same sex, I am also female! >3< Dudes who have trouble talking to chicks, I AM A CHICK!!! Huzzah for working on people skills! >3<

Flitwink Flitwink trotted quietly through the hospital. It was a quiet day, not much was happening today other than a veterinary appointment much later in the afternoon. He sighed and trotted casually through the halls. It was strange, not having his hot-headed daughter fluttering around, busying herself with bugging the elderly ponies in the hospital rooms. His clinic was fairly large, standing two stories, and expanding nearly half the city block it was on, and employed a wide range of nurse and a couple more doctor ponies. It's second floor and half of the first were stictly dedicated to pony care, though the odd griffon or even an out of place hippocamp was not uncommon--both inpatient and out, and a small wing on the lower level was dedicated to veterinary care--his own personal wing, really, as he was the only doctor here who specialized in both pony and non-pony care. It had largely expanded from the small split-level shop he and his wife had started with, but it still retained an air of...quaintness...to it. The air was warm, the nurses and staff were friendly, and even on the busiest days, smiles were always exchanged between friends. Everyone was always rather cheerful. Flit sighed as he trotted into the small room between pony and animal care that served as his office. A stack of papers were on his deck, with a note from one of the staff nurse ponies. 'We need more help! Here's the best of them.' He groaned inwardly as he saw the stack of applications before him. He had the smallest fragment of hope that maybe some sort of emergency would stumble in...or even a foal with a cold...something...

Okay, simple enough game right, you ask a question, someone answers and asks a NEW question. Keep it appropriate, everypony. EXAMPLE: Poster 1: *insert answer to last poster's question* When was the last time you got in a fight? Poster 2: Last weekend at my family reunion, when my cousin and I fought over a turnip. When was the last time you did a jumping jack? and so on and so forth, like that. So, let me start with..... When was the last time you played on a playground?

I actually have a chronic phobia of riding horses. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE horses, and I used to help out on a farm and pick horses feet, brush them, walk under their tummies....just....something happens when I get on one. I break down. I start crying uncontrollably, hyperventalating, and freeze up completely. Then I spook the horse. Then I get more spooked. Then I flounder off the horse, scare them even more, then end up crying even more. Then I feel crappy cuz I don't know WHY I'm so scared. I'm cool with spiders, just not if they're on me. Though, boss fight spiders in video games creep me out. I'm also afraid of like...larvae. Like...worms....I had a terrifying nightmare once where worms were crawling out of my chest, and my skin was falling off and underneath it were these little cacoons that fluffy red worms were coming out of....it was truly horrific. I hate the idea of any sort of creature being under my skin.

Holly smiled warmly at Colton, she, strangely, did not feel embarrassed by being the 'couple' object that he referred to when thinking of the mare he liked, "Ah'm happy fur ya. Ah think whoever she is...she's one lucky mare, y'know?" She winked at him, and wrapped a hoof over his shoulder in a friendly gesture, "Ah'm sure glad ta have ya as mah friend...Ah think...any mare would be lucky ta have ya." She gave a crooked grin and peeked at the journal he took out of his pocket, "Now, Ah think me and them foals alike would like ta hear yer story!" She trotted off at a cheerful, bouncy canter, back to the foals that the griffon had just finished showing off to. "HOLD ON thar, lil' foals!" The kids stopped in their tracks, one tripped and fell in the sand. They looked back at Holly with wide eyes, "Ya think this Griffon has stories?! HA! Did HE place in this year's Running of the Leaves?!?!" She posed boldly, one hoof raised, "Ah didn't think so!" The foals shuffled back towards them, enthralled by Holly's bragging, "So thar Ah was--"Their eyes glistened intently, totally drawn in to her dramatic storytelling, "Me against a hundred-no-a THOUSAND other ponies--and Ah was in the lead! Ah had a steady gallop out in front o' the pack, but all of a sudden....a big...mean...nasty...scary....huge...EVIL...SHE-GRIFFON appeared! She was set on winnin' that race by any means necessary even--get this--" the foals leaned in closer, "--even CHEATIN'." The foals gasped and looked at eachother before returning their focus to Holly, "Ah had no choice, as Ah saw her bullyin' them ponies behind me--Ah knew what Ah had to do! So, Ah swallowed mah pride and Ah. Went. BACK." "But, miss, how you gonna win the race if you go back?!" A little pink filly bounced up and down, her eyes wide with concern. "Hold yer horses, lil' missy.This tale is long from over," Holly grinned a cocky grin, flashing the filly a wink that told her that all would be cool, "Ah had to save them ponies, ya see! So Ah went back--and on mah way there, Ah tripped!" The foals seemed confused by a fuddle up being in a story. "And Ah smacked right into that griffon!" the foals gasped, eyes wide in fear, "Ah thought fur sure she was gonna gobble me up right thar--but was Ah afraid?....HECK, NO! Ah'm a tough pony, Ah was born 'n raised with gfiffons she didn't scare me none--and she thought she was gonna beat me in the race! She took off so fast..." Holly continued to tell her story exuberantly, enthralled in the eyes of the foals, completely oblivious to the ponies around her. "And then she....a ROCKSLIDE!!....thought I was DOOMED!!...STUCK in a trap of SAP!!....then, Applejack came to my rescue!....Ah ran faster than Ah ever run before!!....Back in FIRST place!..." As she neared the end of her tale, she magicked out a small pouch from her cart, "And y'know what? Ah didn't win that race, but Ah beat that mean ol' griffon, an' Ah hope she learned the lesson Ah did that day." She magicked from the pouch the bronze medallion on it's thick lanyard, and the foals ooh'ed and aah'ed, "It ain't about winnin', y'see? It's about who ya are, and bout bein' a good pony--or, in her case, a good griffon." The foals giggled. She smiled at the foals, now sporting her 3rd place medal proudly, "And that's how Ah--almost--won the runnin' o' tha leaves...Now...anyone else gotta story, or are we gonna play tag?" She beamed widely, proud of her story.

Hmm....I wonder if I could get it to work on my nook tablet...