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Today marked a week and three days since the storm had separated the Changeling from the other Changeling scouts. The crash-landing on the island had not been kind to him. One of his wings was broken, he had sprained a leg, bumped his head, and suffered from scratches everywhere. Along with that, a week and three days without any love to feed on meant he was operating with a level of hunger he had never experienced before. He longed for the guidance, unity, and comfort of the hive. Without the hive, it was harder to think, harder to make decisions, harder to figure out what he should be doing. His attempts to get off of the island were all for naught. The raft he had tried building had washed away with the tide, he couldn't build a catapult to save his life (which was precisely what he was trying to do), he had no way of knowing how to take care of his injuries so that he could fly off the accursed island and back to the hive. It was understandable that he had started to despair. The despair only deepened when he realized that he could barely remember what the Queen looked like or who he had been in the hive. It was distressing to have such an ingrained identity within the hive start fading away like so many grains of sand on the shore. But hope came that day. As he looked out longingly over the ocean, he noticed a dot on the horizon. A dot, which as it grew closer, took the form of a ship. This was the Changeling's chance. Somebody had to be on that ship, most likely somebodies of the pony variety. That meant he might be able to feed. A ship also meant he could finally get off the island and perhaps find a way to get back to the hive. He laid in wait, watching as the crew left the ship. A FEW DAYS LATER... The Changeling had been trying to decide what he should do first. He could try ambushing one of the ponies, taking their form, and then feed on any love he might receive from other ponies. But with his injuries, the chance of successfully ambushing anypony was slim at best. He could try stowing away in the ship while everyone was distracted by... whatever they were doing there, but there was no telling how long he would be able to hide without being discovered, and he was already very hungry as it was. His stomach was already threatening to give him away with the noises it was making. It was starting to get dark, and the Changeling retreated to the cave he had been taking shelter in. The sound of howling made him shudder as it usually did. He had yet to run into any howling creatures, and he hoped that he could avoid running into them until he could make a decision about what to do. He quickened his pace. The sprain in his leg had gotten a little better, at least. There was another howl, and it sounded like it was closer. Too close. The Changeling looked back, blue-green compound eyes darting wildly for signs of a threat. He narrowly missed being pounced on by a timberwolf and took off at a run. The formerly sprained leg pained him in protest, but another look back told him three hungry timberwolves were ready to gobble him up at the nearest opportunity. He soon realized that timberwolves were not entirely mindless predators when they managed to corner him near a downed tree that was far too massive for him to climb over. Flight was obviously not an option, either. The Changeling bore his fangs, and his one good wing managed to make a semi-threatening buzzing noise. His horn glowed a neon-like green as he attempted to change into a more threatening form, but the green glow produced a spark that sputtered and quickly died. He was far too weak from hunger to do any shape-shifting. The timberwolves were unimpressed and continued to advance. One of them prepared to lunge. The Changeling tried not to cower, but he did close his eyes and hope being torn limb from limb by timberwolves was not as painful as it sounded.
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[colour=#8C9AAB]Where was she?Rook was getting sick of it. Her sister was constantly out gallavanting all over Equestria, neglecting her duties and responsibilities to the clan, leaving the other dogs to pick up the pieces. Or she would be, except she always managed to do her share of the work before leaving. Now Rook was left supervising the pups. The little brown one was struggling to hold her axe in her awkward paws, and the light grey one kept running off. She was losing patience. No longer worried about the wherabouts of the latter - he was his mother's responsibility now - she focused her attention on the former. Her small mind tried to grasp the pup's name, but it failed her. [colour=#FEE995]"Like this,"[/colour] she said with a huff, again taking the tool in her paws and showing the pup how it was done. [colour=#FEE995]"Left paw here, right paw here. Heave!"[/colour] The cave shuddered and shook as Rook's axe made contact with the wall of the cave. Some of the rough stone fell away, revealing two glittering diamonds and ruby, still cased in the rock. Rook handed the axe back to the pup. [colour=#FEE995]"Now dig."[/colour] Her sister angered Rook for a number of reasons, but namely she worried her. Kalime loved the ponies - she was so curious about them and their lives, but she never once considered that the outside world was dangerous. Ponies couldn't be trusted, they had funky magic. Rook had seen the funky magic - it did strange things like making things move on their own or making the clouds disappear. It frightened her, because she loved her sister. And her sister was doing dangerous things. There was a clatter as the small brown pup dropped her axe yet again. Rook growled, causing the her to shy away nervously. [colour=#FEE995]"Try again,"[/colour] she said. This time, the dog managed to chip away enough stone to free one of the diamonds - the glittering gem fell to the floor of the tunnel, and the pup's light green eyes lit up excitedly. Rook picked up the gem and the axe and handed them back to the younger one. [colour=#FEE995]"You're done for today. Take these back to camp."[/colour] She turned back to the wall and began hacking away at it with her own massive paws. If Kalime doesn't get back soon, I'm getting father to send a team out looking for her, she thought as she pulled chips of stone free from the glittering gems. In her fury, she managed to collect two more diamonds, a ruby, three emeralds and a sapphire. She was about to turn back to camp when she heard the sound of paws approaching - she couldn't tell if they belonged to her sister or to the missing pup, but she didn't wait to find out. [colour=#FEE995]"Where have you been?"[/colour] she demanded, a low growl forming deep in her throat as she turned towards the approaching dog.[/colour] -
Whirligig had never been a strong flyer, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy it. She was a Pegasus, flying was and always would be a part of her. The problem was, she sometimes didn't pay attention to the rest of the world when she flew. The wind rushing through her mane was exciting, so sometimes she just closed her eyes and flew...Ooof! She came into contact with something solid and instinctively flapped her wings to steady herself. It was a pony; a Stallion, and a very good-looking one at that. He was tall and sturdy, with a deep blue pelt and a ragged-looking grey mane. And he had piercing blue eyes that Whirligig met awkwardly. She instantly felt frazzled and embarrassed. "Oh, I'm so, so very sorry I didn't see you there. I was on my way home from work and just so happy to be out of the dingy factory and I wasn't watching where I was going. I-I suppose I'll get out of your way now." She fluttered awkwardly to the side to let the stallion pass.
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Well I have done a few pm rps before and they have always been really fun! If anyone wants to start a RP with my OC just let me know! I'm up for anything!
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It had been a long LONG time since Pandora had been free, she didn't recall what caused the lid of the box to crack open, but out she came! A yawn escaped her mouth and she rubbed her face with hooves, popping her eyes out for a moment and juggling them giggling slightly before popping them back in, stretching her back like a cat and flicking her tail, turning a nearby bird into a watermelon with wings. "Gnyah.." She felt a little rusty and moved to fly up, doing loop deloops, as she flew over Canterlot,past WhiteTail Woods, and landed her butt right in the center of Ponyville "Oooh "She said spotting a cart full of carrots, delicious juicy carrots! She focused a little bit and they all turned into turnips!...Okay not her best trick but she was tired! Besides the shop owner coming back and seeing TURNIPS instead of CARROTS! HAH..Okay that was really lame... Pandora sat on her back legs then and rubbed her temples with her front hooves, she felt muddy headed, and not in a good chaotic sort of way, it felt like the worse form of chaos block... she growled and focused REALLY REALLY HARD! It promply started to rain whipped cream! She giggled but huffed as a dollop landed on her face "Not what I wanted but it will have to do.."
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[colour=#daa520]"Wow, the flowers here are simply beautiful!"[/colour] It would be fairly accurate to say that Autumn Moon was in heaven right now. Surrounded by hundreds of the most beautiful flowers he had ever sen while traveling, they had struck a cord in him. This was a pure place, far away from pony civilizations and only accessible to those who wandered to no were; ponies like him that had time on their hooves to really trot around the land of Equestria and enjoy what it really had to offer. He placed a single white lily in his mane and giggled a bit, adjusting his olive green turtle neck sweater. Despite the frugal diet and intense conditions he went through because of his travels, he had kept him on some level of conditioning, yet he still felt a bit pudgy. The earth-pony stallion sighed, as he continued walking, he looked up and came face to face with a large mountain, his next challenge is search of valuables. "Easy, get a hold of yourself. You're no amateur to stuff like this..." He was shaking a bit, possibly from the cold wind brushing up against his neck or the sheer size of the mountain he was about to scale he couldn't tell. He listened to the silence and he continued walking as he left the field of flowers and stepped on to an area of hard rock, he took a look around. [colour=#000000]He titled his head to the side in confusion and he peered into the distance.[/colour][colour=#daa520] "Huh, whose that?"[/colour]
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[colour=#daa520]"Wait! Stop running! Don't touch that!" [/colour] [colour=#000000]The pitter patter of hoof steps could be heard as they rushed around the house. By the sound of it, three ponies running, two young fillies and a stallion. This was the home of White Feather and Autumn Moon. Three years after the ordeal with the Kingdom of Splendore, the two lovers quickly settled down to focus on their relationship. They now live in a three story home in Manehatten. Over the course of these two years, they had two foals called Summer and Winter, named after the seasons they were born. [/colour][colour=#000000]We now join them, in specifically, Autumn Moon as he chases after his children who refuse to take a bath; and with good reason! That water looks ENTIRELY too hot![/colour] [colour=#daa520]"Summer, Winter! Listen to your father and get in the bathtub right NOW!" [/colour][colour=#000000]Autumn said as he cornered the two fillies. Summer looked at him with a cocky grin, grin while Winter held on tightly to her sister's arm, shaking lightly. He rose his arms up, ready to catch the two. [/colour][colour=#daa520]"You two need to wash up before dinner and this isn't making it any easier."[/colour]
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I'm sorry, but, uhm... This role-play is private, and it's for Lovin'Moonlight and WhiteFeather (Myself) only. Hmmm... Well, you may look through this role-play and be enthralled with it all you like. Just no copying our storyline, comprehend this and think wisely before you act. Derp, herp, I don't give a twerp. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [colour=#d3d3d3]//WhiteFeather[/colour][colour=#FFA07A] was solemnly swearing that she was up to no good to herself, pacing back and forth as her rage built. How could her mother expect her to just be shipped off and married? The very idea of it was absurd to her, yet normal for everyone else. She got frustrated, knowing she put some kind of jumpy thing on the ground outside she let herself all out the window though she had wings, once she hit the net she flew higher than she would have liked and closed her eyes tightly, squeaking a, "No! " before she hit what she though was supposed to be the ground, but it was... another pony. She quickly got up and apologized.~ "M-My apologies, ma'am..."[/colour]
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Hello, so I have a character that I made, she was my first and I haven't been able to use her as the person I was Rping with dissapeared. I really want to use her again, and while this RP check is aimed at it, I am not against a hook up rp. I am fairly open minded so just throw an idea out and I can look at it and if I like it we can talk. Also due to my work schedule (3-11) and my home internet being down I am only active a little during the day, I want you to know that now, but I will always try my hardest to get at least 1 post up on the RP every day. Thanks!! Moonlite frost
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So, since my last app got rejected in favour of someone else I have to make an OC. But before I'm going to post her in the App section I want to try around with her first, since as an OC noone can take her away from me and I got plenty of time. Nocturna Nightshade Nickname: Nox Race: Pegasus Sex: Mare Colors: Royal blue mane and tail - Light sky blue coat - Red eye colour (WIP) Cutie Mark: (She has one of course, but couldn't think of it yet.) Important information: She has learned about the Shadowbolts who were actually Nightmare Moon from stories that were told to her. It gave her the idea to found a similar group. (Note, this is only for FFA, has nothing to do with the App I will make at some point) Ever since she was only focused on what makes herself happy - that it often involves the well-being and satisfaction of those around her is merely a lucky coincidence. Now this is my OC. I left out 95% of the history/blah since you don't want to read it and it is not important for the RP. The RP itself can be about whatever you want! Adventure, Romance, Competition, Action, etc. just name anything and I'm in. Just a few rules/hints: - The OC is WIP so it could happen that I change very important details during the RP - don't get confused (I want to point out eye colour at this point, it's most likely to change) - If you want a romance that isn't based on a lie, make sure you are playing a mare, Nocturna is a filly fooler. I don't mind if you want to "change" her though, but I promise you - due to her character - you won't succeed. - I don't care wether you are a pegasus, unicorn or earth pony. I suggest - if you want a Daring Do like adventure - that you aren't a pegasus. - Apropos... jumping right into the interesting part of the plot is also suggested... this will be a oneshot and quite short (15-30 pages max + maybe 3-5 pages PMs depending on romance and your preferences) - Should be in 18+ area by the way Yeah, so just go ahead, I seem picky but I am not - not for testing my OC. Just note that I would like a new face for once, so Nova, Doppel and Red I'm sorry for you *g*.
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So here I am and looking for some ponies. As the title suggests I would like to play Rainbow Dash. Further introduction of her character is not necessary, I believe you all know her quite well. First of all, some things about me: I'm not a native speaker, so there is a chance my sentences could contain mistakes. I'm a roleplay veteran, doing it since six years now. I roleplayed as Dash too and I believe I'm quite convincing. Lately things died down for me a lot, so I came here to find some new partners. The rest of my text here will be preferences, so if you have a different idea don't think you won't get me to play, just ask! What kind of RP: I'm open to private and public RPs alike. For private - just tell me what you like to do and I will answer, either a message or post here it doesn't matter. For public - roughly the same, but if you already have a thread give me a link. Please note that I'm very open to help someone create a public RP if he wants to. Or if you are looking for ponies to start with. I also don't mind if you want me to make something like a "guest appearance" in any kind of RP. Topic of the RP: Romance Adventure Those are the most interesting for me, especially if combined. Your Character: For adventure it really doesn't matter. If romance is involved I would prefer a cast pony or a female OC - since I already have a RBD/stallion RP elsewhere. If you plan a different topic for the RP, just ask me. Well I guess thats enough to work with, just drop me a PM or reply here and I will answer quickly, since I don't really have much else to do. P.S.: I'm a very active RP player, it would be pleasant if you would be too!
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((So.. That titles pretty random.. If you have any better ones, please lemme know and I can change it in a heartbeat ^^)) That shop owner sure does talk a lot.. I wonder what this does, anyway? Star Storm asked herself in her head, glancing down at the freshly stolen potion in her bag. Lately the little pegasus has been running low on bits, and decided nabbing a potion or two to sell on the street might just be the solution, unfortunately, she could only get one. "Sure looks expensive, at least.." She looked up through a cloud just overhead to see the location of the sun. Phew, little while before dark.. Time to fly..? Star spread her wings, readying herself just before tripping over some nearby pony in her haste.. or, griffon, rather. Crack! One of her wings broke. "Ow! Kenny!" ((Ooc: She named her wings Kenny and Zero because they break a lot. Kenny is her right wing.. ;D))
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Chapter 1: The Tower The trees were bent, dark, and gnarled, ancient evergreens curved with the relentless wind. They clung tenaciously to upthrusts of rock, sheltering lichen and shrubs in their roots as ice-laden wind hissed through their stout boughs. Water, dark as tarnished silver, lapped against the shores of their rocky islands, and under the howling of the wind was the constant creaking of ice floes and the occasional sharp crack of a calving sheet. The low clouds were cut by a strange shape that moved against the wind, trailing a wake of falling mist behind it. The Polar Star struggled northward, her pegasus-built keel finding tenuous purchase on the icy stormclouds. Her hot air envelope's bright colors were dulled by the ice that formed over every surface, weighing her down, and crews of stalwart ponies in bulky cold-weather clothing were visible everywhere, tirelessly clearing the ice. “Tower ho!” Salt Spray's call was nearly lost in the wind. Cleverboots looked up from her work on the wings, one hoof going instinctively to her safety line. Behind the slit snow-goggles, her eyes narrowed as they peered into the mist. There! Looming out of the icy grayness! A tall, slender tower, projecting up above the clouds on which the ship sailed. Ancient decorations of beautiful, but strange design could be faintly seen, along with winged forms circling the distant shape. Cleverboots began hauling herself back up to the deck. She took the time to be careful. After three weeks with the crew she knew she could trust them to handle things properly until she arrived, and they knew she would be there shortly.
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Before Canterlot, before Equestria, before even the Princesses, ponies lived in a distant land now spoken of only in stories told at Hearth's Warming Eve and other holidays. Strife among ponies, and the cold fury of the Windigos, buried this land forever in ice and shrouded it in the mists of history. Some say that this land is nothing more than a legend, a parable. But Cleverboots, once considered one of the brightest historians of all Equestria, is convinced that this land was--is--real, and that it can be found. Her peers may mock her, but Cleverboots is sure of the evidence she has gathered, and has staked what remains of her academic reputation, along with her considerable family fortune, on an expedition to the frozen north. In this blasted, white wilderness, she and the brave crew of the revolutionary Polar Star search for secrets long lost, determined to uncover the truth for all of Equestria to learn from. --- This is the OOC section for "The Voyage of the Polar Star", a place for table talk, banter, asking questions, making rolls (if we need to) and plotting against the GM. I'm your humble host, Trilobite. The friendship bucket (see below) stands at 1D. First up are the stars of our story, their characters linked to below:
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It felt like a long day of nothing. No ideas, no inspiration, she felt like she couldn’t even think outside of the depth of a filly pool, like something was gnawing at her... but what? Ornatia was the lavender unicorn’s name, and she decided that perhaps what she needed was a breather from the worries of now. She was a pony who put her trust in fortune telling and such oddities like that though, and the tarot probably would have told her not to even bother going outside today, with her luck. Nevertheless, she chose to leave the confines of her own hotel room to take a trip down to an art museum and meet a few ponies. Much to her embarrassment, though, she couldn’t help but think she gave out an image contrary to what she was expected to portray, representing an entire country and all. While at the little get-together, she came to meet another colt who seemed to be just as much of a shut-in as she was. Or maybe he wasn’t? Whatever the case, Ornatia felt that he wasn’t saying something he was meaning to say, and while she knew it to be rude, she half-wanted to try and pry it out of him. She shook her head at that last thought, as though trying to loosen it from her head. How could she be so insensitive, after all? If Bramble Rose wanted to keep what he wasn’t saying a secret, then that was fine with her. For now, anyway. Ornatia made her way up the stairs that led out from the exhibit room and eagerly awaited Bramble’s doing the same. She looked down at him with anticipation. Though she seemed excited to grab a carriage and see the town, truthfully she just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, no matter what the means. She had made a fool of herself enough down there. She called down to him, “Vaya, Mister Rose, I would prefer we wait as little time as we are able!” And then turned away from the wide staircase to check the time via a clock tower just outside. It only took her a moment to realize... She had no idea why! Ornatia tapped her own head, admonishing herself for being so flustered and rushed, this was exactly what she was trying to get away from! Ornatia instead inhaled and exhaled slowly, organizing her thoughts into the rows and columns they used to be in before today. Opening her eyes slowly, she calmed herself down with another deep inhale and exhale, before returning inside the building and waiting for Bramble at the top of the stairs, saying, with a much more apologetic look on her face, “My apologies, Mister Rose, I’ve been... out of sorts, today. It’s been a tad bit frustrating, I hope you understand.” A tad bit frustrating indeed.
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For years, the civilians lived in their homeland, afraid of the outside world. The age of adventure was abound, for a small group of ponies were wanting to head out into the open sea. They eventually became known as..... The Ponies of the Caribbean Allanon walked down to the pier, ready to board his ship. He looked behind him, waiting for his followers.
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Before, I begin, this is to be a private thread. anyone wanting to join WILL message me.( Not You, Nova.) "Okay, so you want to learn more about the Thu'um? Well, friend, you're in luck! I, Allanon Freeman, shall educate you in whatever you wish to know! But beware. The Thu'um is a very powerful thing, and is not to be taken lightly." Allanon said darkly. "I have seen wars start because of it, and whole races gone extinct because of it. Now. What is it you would like to know?" -
[An occ note first: Those allowed to join are SquareZack(me), Observed, Harv0kz, Vilefort, and Bronynumber299. Anyone else, you can read and enjoy, but NO COMMENTS. That's all ] "A personal request all the way from... Ponyville?" Gear Grinder said as he read over the letter. "And they didn't include a name... so unprofessional." He looked up from the letter laying on his desk to the letter's messenger. It was a small pegasus, a fourth as tall as an average filly. Not only that, but it was mechanical. Its plating was a light silver, and its mane and tail golden. Gear looked over towards another machine in the room. It was a mecha griffon, full sized. Gear trotted over to it and knocked on its forehead. It awoke with a start and greeted its maker. "GOOD MORNING MAKER." It said in its mechanical voice. "Good morning, Griffon. Would you take a note, please?" Gear asked his metal companion. It responded by walking over to the desk and picking up a quill and parchment. "Dear sender, I am pleased to inform you that I will be making the journey to Ponyville via the Friendship Express to repair your clock. It surprises me that you would send me a letter, instead of the ponyville mechanic. However, I did not get your name, so I would like a reply with your name on it. Thank you and You're welcome. Signed, Gear Grinder." Gear sent the mini mecha pegasus back to its sender with the letter. "Griffon, run the shop while I'm gone. You know how to oil and fix yourself. I'm off to Ponyville!"
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ATTENTION EVERYPONY! THE RP IS UP!! So I'm thinking of posting an RP thread, [private, but that's what this post is for!] Called "A Day in the Life" It just mashes OC's, characters of RPers together and mix them into eachother's life! It's a pretty simple and unorigional idea, but hey? It's my first RP thread! Just reply with char. name and description (description isn't necessary, but at least I know who my OC is with) and the first replies get the slots! Char. 1: Twisted Gear [squareZack (me!) Char. 2: Bright Idea [Observed] (First reply!) Char. 3: Solven Sprockethooves [Harv0kz] Char. 4: Unity [Vilefort] Char. 5: Rainy Splash [bronynumber299] (I've RP'd with him before!) Edit 2- Stable. Edit- See? First rp, and I left out Location... Hmmm. Twisted Gear lives in Canterlot, but I guess a buisness trip won't be so bad.
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There they were. Grey Matter, hoof in hoof with his fillyfriend of several years, Pesto, was atop a hill overlooking what would become their new home. His mind was filled with memories of the past few years. They met on his first day at Canterlot U, where he majored in business. She was not enrolled at that point, but had come to see Sydphony, a well known musician who happened to be friends with Grey. The two had hit it off, and by the end of that same day, had fallen in love. It was a short period of time, but they felt as though they had known each other much longer. Not wanting her to leave, as she lived her life at that time on the road, Grey eventually convinced her to enroll, where she majored in Visual Arts, with a minor in Fine Arts. But that was several years ago. Since then, they grew closer everyday, and they had a plan. They were both very forward thinking ponies, very concerned about raising a family. Grey, as a child, rarely had time with his parents, and had few friends in Fillydelphia. For Pesto, it was always nervewracking for her to live in such a bustling city as Manehattan. They knew where they wanted to be. It was a quaint town. Everypony seemed to know each other, a perfect place for raising foals. Also important, it was on the water. This provided them a chance to vacation every day, simply by trotting down to the bay. It also opened many opportunities for Grey to start a business, so he could make his own hours to spend time with his family. For Pesto, it gave her many unique species of tree for her leaf prints, and provided ample inspiration for her other artworks. Baltimare. Still, with all of this in sight, the two were not looking down on the city that would be their future. They were instead looking into the future, into each other's eyes. Wherever their house was, they knew they had made a home in each other's hearts. They had been together long enough, they hardly even needed words anymore. He looked at her, and cocked his head toward the city, as if to ask her what she thought, or if she was nervous about their future, and the adventure they were soon to embark on...
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Being a member of the greatest family in the history of Equestria and beyond had many responsibilities and rewards associated with it. First, you had to work your flank off, and the Apple family didn't work in any office building or in some froo-froo business. They were orchard folk, farm folk born and raised. Beyond the physical labor, being an Apple meant you were part of a tight-knit unit. Apples were never as open and honest as they were with each other, never as friendly, angry, sad, happy as they were around others. It was a fact of life for most of the others that they were honest and consistently dependable in matters of the heart around each other, frankness and honesty valued above whitewashing and gentle feelings. To Apple Bloom, she chalked it up to another responsibility, and one she had some difficulty adhering to at times. But that was just the start of her responsibilities. There was a mighty large list of them, though she preferred to think of them as just chores. Still, there was an equally long list of rewards for adherence. The fist was just being able to be around her family, the sort of reward that she would selfishly cling to no matter what. Big Mac could be a bore, but if there was anypony else in the world with a bigger heart, she would need to see proof. Granny Smith had once made her somewhat uncomfortable, maybe ashamed, but now Apple Bloom couldn't imagine a day going by without a story from her. Applejack was simply the greatest sister in the whole wide world and didn't need much more than that to describe her. And another reward was that best big sister's after-dinner activities. Applejack was sometimes too tuckered out to play or do anything, but after dinner and as the family retired to go and do what they needed to do before they laid their heads down and gave in to the sweet release of sleep, Apple Bloom and Applejack could spend quality sister time without fear of interruption or worry. Well, at least when Applejack was up to it, which was most of the time even when she didn't feel like it since Apple Bloom was both incredibly adorable and took, "No" as a suggestion. "Hey sis, whatcha wanna do?!" Apple Bloom said, the heavy soup in her stomach not seemingly having affected her in the slightest as she bounced up the stairs to the second story, where both of their rooms were located. Best part of the night was sister time!
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Only moments after the jewelry shop was opened did the relatively new mare, Masala Chai, end up ringing the bell at the shop door upon her entrance. With her, besides her usual rose-colored cowl, was a saddle bag with a pair of very cute-looking mug pins to fasten the roomy pouches closed. She barely took a few steps, however, when she suddenly tripped on a clumsy shuffling front hoof. A few seconds on the ground, and she began spouting out what could only have been a few curses in a foreign language, given how angry they sounded, even when muffled by a floor. After the brief embarrassing display, worsened only by the knowledge that she was basically the new pony on the block, she stood back up, straight as a hair, and walked up to the counter. Taking a moment, she looked to the side, seeing only fine jewels and adornments of all types imaginable, even a few imported stones she recognized from her homeland. Looking over to the colt at the counter, who she could only assume was less than impressed at her recent behavior, she cleared her throat, and spoke. “Mi scusa, signore, ma ho bisogno di una sostituzione gio-- Oh wait, you probably don't speak Itailian,” Or at least so she assumed by the shopkeeper’s confused look. Of course, her using her native tongue was completely intentional. Such mastery over another language would clue into the fact that she is indeed much more cultured and refined than her brief lack of coordination no doubt displayed. These kind of ploys really helped with boosting respectfulness, as she remembered from the elite of Roam; out in the big city, you wouldn’t last a day without knowing how to do stuff like this. Reaching back into the left bag, Chai began again, “Ya’ see, it’s actually kind of annoying, but I have this broken necklace. I mean, it’s not broken, per se, it’s just, see, missing the jewel on the front there. This slot’s been empty for the last three generations, though we haven’t had any chances or means to fix it. Got any jewels that you could cut to this?” Masala pointed to a very elaborate pendant, made of gold and lapis lazuli, which made up the small beads around it. The dazzle of the stark gold and blue colors made the necklace stand out, and made the huge gap in the middle of the pendant, where the jewel would go, all that more obvious. “Something smooth, preferably. Oh, and blue. It used to be a deep blue Mar Stone in here. You know, those jewels that look kind of like pearls? The imported ones?” -
Hearts and Hooves Day, one that had little weight on the life of one scientist mare until recently. The day designated to the celebration of romance had always seemed a nuisance to the unicorn, as she would always be pulled away from her work by some familial event. However, this year was quite a different one. The unicorn had a pony with which to spend the day and it made the mare rather apprehensive. The social protocol for such an event was very unknown to the generally out-of-touch pony. So, she had come about a way that made the whole affair into a familiar situation. Taking the idea to view the day as an experiment of sorts, Quantum Flux did what any good scientist would before beginning a study, she researched the subject. The socio-historical archives of the Great Library of Canterlot proved quite useful in her search for knowledge. She learned about the customs and historical origin of the event, which would make for an interesting conversation in the mare's opinion. However, she still frittered about nervously as she quickly wrapped up the gift that she had obtained for her very special somepony. Tesla looked on with disinterest, finding no reason for the anxious behaviour of his master. However, the mare spoke disjointedly aloud to the ferret, hoping to organize the jumble of thoughts in her mind. “Completely irrational, you know what you should be doing...absolutely unprepared...too much adhesive...what if it's terrible...how did I even get into this whole thing anyway...” Noticing that she had only a few minutes before they were to meet in the upper floor of the clock tower, Flux hastily completed her wrapping and dashed over to her dismally disorganized living space. It was a stark contrast to the pristine nature of her scientific workspace, but the unicorn saw no reason to keep it in order. Until she needed it to be so, that is. Rummaging through her various lab coats and formal attire, she attempted to find the right outfit for the approaching event.
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Slowly walking down the streets of Ponyville is a lime green elderly mare with full saddlebags. "Thar! Got all my supplies fer the week! Got a lotta work to do back on the farm," Granny Smith said as she continued walking. When another pony bumps into her, several oranges jump out of her bags and start rolling down the street in all directions. "Dang nabbit! I was needin' them oranges fer juice to serve my grandkids!" Straining the run after them, the gray maned mare slowly walked towards the still rolling oranges.
