Crone

King of Everfree

Male. Lives in The City of Everlasting Tears, Everfree Forest, Equestria. Born on October 31, 1999

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King of Monsters

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//Rat Boy here!

Crone is an old character who I personally didn't get a chance to be more than what he was at the time. That said, here we are!

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January 7, 2024 12:04 am RP

Crone would be standing amongst a snowy blizzard in a cemetery; snow covering the small peaceful area. One of the only places that light shines through it's trees. Crone would have looked at a grave... View MoreCrone would be standing amongst a snowy blizzard in a cemetery; snow covering the small peaceful area. One of the only places that light shines through it's trees. Crone would have looked at a gravestone that stood before him. He wore something a bit fancier and a soft cap that dropped to his sides and swayed from the soft winds that came through the opening of the forest. Moonlight would shine upon this shrine of the dead. James stood in front of a gravestone with a faded word on it that just said 'Enid' along with two headstones that were broken in disrepair. Falling apart from the aging. He stared longingly, desperately at this stone. "Enid. It has been a long time, my baby. I'm so sorry." He would grit his teeth and balled his hands into fists. He would close his eyes. "Even for so long, I know you wait for me. My baby. " He would glance at his hand as it would start to slowly turn dried up and turn blue. His right arm was large at this point, he stood at a slight angle at all time. His eyes would start to swell in his eyes. Tears flowed and even his tears were turning a beautiful blue color slowly up his face. "Well, before I go. I wanted you to be warm in this cold time." He would unclip his long cape and would put it around the headstone, the clip being set so it stays on. "I am... " He would fall to his knees before the stone before it. His fur slowly falling out. "Please... I-... Let me... Just... For..." He would fall on top of the stone, slumped on top. His body regressing before his very eyes. "I don't want to go back into the dark for I am alone. I want to be useful. I want to be their king. Their guide. Yet all I am... I am useless." Blue tears would fall down the gravestones back. His expression would start to dim as he desperately held onto the tombstone. He would would start to scream from the agony. The pain. The sadness of being locked away, uncertain of tomorrow. Not dead yet... Not alive. An inescapable hell. After some time his arm had grew to its normal size. His screams were turning abnormal. Monsters of various types could be seen coming to see him. Many, many, many of them. They all watched and they all cried. Everfree cried in pain that day. Tears of beautiful blue. The mindless corpse that was Crone slowly got up and would slowly walk away with a vacant stare. #rp

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