Kirin J Callinan - Big Enough (Official Video) ft. Alex Cameron, Molly Lewis, Jimmy Barnes
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Alexander stood before you, soaked from head to hoof and covered in dirt and grime. He’s clearly been busy. Rummaging through his leather jacket he pulled out a crumpled up pack of cigarettes, managin... View MoreAlexander stood before you, soaked from head to hoof and covered in dirt and grime. He’s clearly been busy. Rummaging through his leather jacket he pulled out a crumpled up pack of cigarettes, managing to salvage one that luckily stayed intact despite being somewhat bent in a wonky direction. Holding it out, he’d ask.
“Got a light?” #rp
Alexander idly tossed an apple up and down, his icy blue eyes glancing you up and down in thought. He sunk his teeth into it with a juicy crunch, pacing over to place the rest upon your head as he mun... View MoreAlexander idly tossed an apple up and down, his icy blue eyes glancing you up and down in thought. He sunk his teeth into it with a juicy crunch, pacing over to place the rest upon your head as he munched away. He’d pace away, creating a distance between you and him before he suddenly stopped and slowly turned to face you.
“You trust me?” #rp
From within the seemingly abandoned building overgrown with nature one could make out the sounds of disturbance from within. Shouting, weapons being drawn, objects breaking and shrill cries of pain bl... View MoreFrom within the seemingly abandoned building overgrown with nature one could make out the sounds of disturbance from within. Shouting, weapons being drawn, objects breaking and shrill cries of pain blending together in one symphony of chaos before fading off into utter silence.
Finally. A moment of peace.
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The sun was tucked away and concealed behind a thick veil of black clouds looming in the sky, beginning to set over the horizon and causing what little light that managed to slip through the clouds to... View MoreThe sun was tucked away and concealed behind a thick veil of black clouds looming in the sky, beginning to set over the horizon and causing what little light that managed to slip through the clouds to quickly dwindle. The rain had yet to cease, only continuing to pour down on the lands and create outstretched puddles and turn dirt paths into sleek strips of mud. Amidst the peaceful sound of rainfall would be the occasional crackle of lightning in the distance, causing the blackened sky to briefly light up with a powerful flash of light.
Eager to find himself some shelter the hunter made his way off the outstretched path ahead, pushing through thick brush and nature. Mud clung to his boots and clothing, mixed in with bits of faded blood. While it wasn't his own, the stallions bruised eye and busted lip was evidence enough that he hadn't made it out unscathed himself. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his forehooves, another set over the bridge of his nose. He silently cussed himself out as he shouldered forward, scowling himself for letting himself be caught off guard the way he did. Was it him getting older and losing his touch? Had he lost his edge that he's relied on for so long to keep himself alive?
Pushing aside a low hanging branch revealed an old, long abandoned trainyard ahead. Numerous large train carts sat still and untouched for who knows how long. Long enough for nature to begin to take over as rust crept up and corrupted their steel bodies, patches of moss beginning to grow along their sides and roof as water ran down them. He trudged through the mud and cast a cautious look around his surroundings and over his shoulder before looking forward again to one cart in particular that was neatly tucked away.
"Let's see what we got.." He muttered to himself, lifting his muddied hoof to grip his bandana and pull it down from the bridge of his nose. He turned his head and spat out a mixture of blood and saliva to the ground before he reached up and gripped the train carts doorhandle. He grit his teeth and used his body to begin to force it open, appearing jammed shut for a moment before it began to slowly slide open with a loud metallic shriek.
He stepped back expectedly, drawing his knife. He stared into the darkness of the train cart, slowly making out the shape of its interior. He gave the door another firm push to fully open it, revealing the empty cart and its entirety. It had been untouched since he'd last been here, filling the stallion with a bit of relief as he sheathed his knife at his hip. With a quiet grunt he climbed up inside the cart, fumbling around in the dark momentarily before a warm, orange light emitted from a lantern inside as he lit it. Its warm glow painted the interior of the cart, revealing the rest of the contents inside. A bedroll sat on one side, a few cans of food beside it as well as some water. A folded map sat nearby, as well as a few odd tools here and there. Propped up in a corner by the bed sat an old guitar.
This was one of the numerous spots across the lands the stallion took upon himself to convert into small hideouts, whether it be for the sake of shelter when he was travelling or for a place to lay low. It would do for the night.
He'd reach up and take his leather hat off, giving it a gentle shake to knock off the excess rain still clinging to it. He set it aside and did the same for his poncho, hanging it up to let it dry overnight. Next came his belt and boots, loosening it to set it aside with his weaponry, always mindful to keep it within reach. He reached into his tattered leather jacket and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, sliding one from the pack and placing it loosely between his lips. He'd strike a match and ignite the tip, a thin trail of smoke slowly beginning to flow up from it. Now, all he had to do was bide time till morning.
His cold icy blue eyes scanned the darkness from where he stood, listening to the rain patter against the steel roof above. He took a long drag from his cigarette, feeling a stinging sensation from his lip but it hardly bothered him now. His gaze would eventually shift to land on that guitar, slowly pacing over to it after a moment of thought. "This old thing.." He muttered, reaching down to pick it up. He'd pace back to the open cart door and sit himself down on the edge, placing the guitar in his lap. He took a moment to wipe away any grime or dust on its pretty wooden surface. The cigarettes tip glowed as he drew from it, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth as he gently strummed his hoof against the guitars strings. The sound was.. Less than pleasant, so with a grunt of disapproval the stallion quickly got to work on tuning it properly.
Strumming his hoof against the strings again a small smirk tugged at his lips, much more satisfied with its tune after some adjustment. It's been a while since he played last, but it couldn't hurt to shake off a bit of rust. With a calm look of focus across his roughed up exterior the stallion began to strum a few notes, letting himself get familiar with the movements once again. After a few more moments the sound of gentle strumming turned into a slow, gentle and quite peaceful tune...
#rp
History has a funny way of coming back around. December of 2019, four years and two months ago, the following incident happened. It was the beginning of a long line of battles; wins and losses. She'd ... View MoreHistory has a funny way of coming back around. December of 2019, four years and two months ago, the following incident happened. It was the beginning of a long line of battles; wins and losses. She'd found an unthinkable love in a stallion, Alexander "'Crow'" Kingston. She'd had a daughter, Camille. She'd even made a friend or two in a punk-rock drummer and a mare of oceanic vibes.
All of which creating a light for her to gaze to from her pillar in the night. A glimmer of hope, of life, and of everything she'd been missing out of for over a thousand years time.
She now had ponies to protect, and she would do it at any cost. So this time, when history repeated, she had a new plan.
The scenes are the same, the ponies have changed...
Atop a Dance Club in Manehatten...
Rosa stood silently as a group of shadowed, or rather silhouetted ponies danced around her. Speaking in a hush. This time, the demons that haunted her weren't demons, but ponies. They all wanted something, and they wanted her to say where it was.
"Ohh, come on, Rosalyn Cavalier~" One spoke, her voice scratchy. "Just spill it, before we kindly spill you~"
Rosa remained steadfast, looking only ahead of herself as she listened to their movements. "You do not have my respect to use my full name, thrall.x
"Oh, Rosalyn, you hurt us with such vain insults! You know, you've pushed buttons for far too long, and Phoenix Rising will have no more!"
Rosa smirked, and lunged forwards, stopping the mare from saying the next to words. Instead, the mare found herself looking at her own body as light faded to black.
There was silence for a moment, then...the bass within dropped.
The first one to lunge at Rosa quickly met a hind hoof, being kicked across the roof. Two of six down, but two came next, each flipping in and aiming for a blow she knew would be paralyzing. So, she jumped and twisted in the air, grabbing on of their hooves and spinning him into the mare that attacked. The speed almost left that stallion without a hoof, and they both smashed into the sign mounted at the roof edge. Four down, two to go. The next mare, quicker, landed an actual blow against Rosa's side, sending her sliding away. But, she was quick to return...
...she'd suddenly flip around across the roof, aiming a quick successive hits against the mare. The blunt hits enough to send her wheezing and stumbling over the roof edge.
One left. The explosion was next, the one that'd sent Rosa off, and into the grace of her stallion. Not this time, though. The magic missile flew towards her, but she'd open her maw and bit down on it. It shattered like a piece of candy, sending the explosion from her half-opened maw like an angry dragon. A smirk grew on her lips as she slowly approached the last one, who was now cowering from her.
"You go tell Phoenix, whatever is left of them, to never come near me, my family, nor my friends ever again. Or I will shred you all. This is not a threat, it is a promise."
The mare gulped, turned, and fled down through the hatch of the building. Rosa turned in time to see the pony she'd sent over the edge crawling back up over the small retaining wall. The mare cough, flopping down and wheezing. She was young, early twenties, and was pretty battered.
"Child. Why join a corrupted, conspiracy driven cult like this?"
"I," she gasped, holding her mid section, "was forced. They, they threatened my family..."
"Hm. They seem to hunger on weaker ponies. Pathetic. Do you want out?"
"Yes...yes I do. I didn't want to be here, but..."
"Then you're free. I now know how to bring them down, thanks to you. Come, let us get you patched up. And, no, I'm not sorry for breaking four ribs."
"...fair enough..."
Just who was this mare..?
When Camille was a foal, she was a trouble maker of a new sort. Of course, Rosa expected it, she knew how bat ponies were. 'Crow', on the other hoof, may have a different opinion in the matter.
What ... View MoreWhen Camille was a foal, she was a trouble maker of a new sort. Of course, Rosa expected it, she knew how bat ponies were. 'Crow', on the other hoof, may have a different opinion in the matter.
What was important was the pain Rosa was currently in. Camille's fangs were starting to really grow in, and with that came what Rosa described as, "an insatiable itchiness that just won't relent." What did that mean?
Well, she'd raise a wing to show Camille hanging from it by her fangs, nomming over and over. It hurt Rosa, and only slightly relieved the smol one. "This is but one reason why I call her Mouse." For her filly, she would endure.
Camille took a deep breath and opened her eyes. In front of her she could see beautiful skies, but that’s as far as the normalcy went. Everything else felt wrong. It wasn’t until she looked, in her pe... View MoreCamille took a deep breath and opened her eyes. In front of her she could see beautiful skies, but that’s as far as the normalcy went. Everything else felt wrong. It wasn’t until she looked, in her perspective, up to see an ocean of water. Looking down she'd see clouds; dark grey and rolling. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, and felt gravity pulling her to the water.
Instead, she fell into the clouds, and the air became choked with humidity and static. She tried to open her wings, but they didn't respond. Each cloud she hit exploded, then morphed back together once she was through.
Then she broke free of the clouds and splashed into another ocean. Sinking deeper and deeper, but able to breathe. Unhindered by pressures that should have been collapsing on her. Instead she sunk into the darkness, and then back out into the lighter water. Until her hooves touched the surface from beneath.
Hazed by the water, she became confused, and able to move now she’d tap on the surface like it was concrete. Confusion settled in until she looked into it. Seeing her reflection perfectly matching herself.
Something changed.
Camille lifted her head up to look around and found she was no longer underwater, but seemingly had switched places with her reflection.
Now the clouds floated above, and the water became once-more buoyant, allow her to fall in with a splash.
Camille awoke with a start, sitting up in her makeshift bed. She was drenched in sweat, mane sticking to her from the wetness. That's when she realized it was raining.
Was her dream just a warning of the weather, or something greater? Was it even a dream?
It fed her only confusion until the idea of falling away and sinking started to clear up. It was every pain she felt, all at once. A shiver ran down Camille’s spine and she’d drop from her bed to her hooves and head out to the one place she’d not been a while.
Then again, the pony she wanted to see may not even be there. Her senses were well practiced in tracking now, though. All the bat needed to do was let out a squeak, listen, and her answer would come rushing back. After doing so, she’d take to the air. Her goal was her father. She’d fly high above before spotting
'Crow', landing with a stumble close by.
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