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Cold wind ravages the outer magical shields that surround the interloper, yet all he feels is a gentle winter breeze. He marches through the apathetic snow on a path that hasn't been used in years, a path that he'd never used before yet knows like the back of his hoof. There in the Frozen North, where the Siren's curse buried whole kingdoms in frost, he will find his quary.
Nestled on the side of a mountain range, a lone castle overlooks the long-abandoned valley. The river that once gave it life is but a memory, the houses and farms that dotted the landscape are naught but abandoned archeological dig sites. The bones of the archeologists and explorers that worked at those sites now serve as a warning, decorating in grim fashion the castle's gate.
Nothing can be heard within the frozen halls other than his own muffled hoofsteps. Even the howling of the wind outside has ceased as he approaches the inner chambers, frost-covered marble pillars glistening like crystals under the pale lights he'd summoned. A pair of hungry eyes watch his every move, looking for an opening through which to strike.
The castle's throne room is but a shadow of its former glory, its light smeared and stolen by the angry mob that sacked it long-ago. They never found the food they were looking for, only an emanciated queen that did her best to share every blessing with her followers in their last days. She yet remains, sat upon the rubble that once was her throne, muscles twitching and mouth agape in starved excitement.
The Interloper stops before the throne of the Northern Changeling Queen and watches as her slim silhouette rushes to meet him. She was an Unicorn once, a fair lady of the Sorcerous Empire of
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This is nice. It ain't often that Frost Tear is able to leave her house in the Whispering Woods, the world is a dangerous place after all and only His presence can keep her safe. With the Evergrowing by her side, nothing can bring her harm! Not even the dubiously cheap (yet large) hayburger she's currently munching on, it is definitely a very healthy meal for this Tuesday afternoon.
As the cold autumn breeze rolls through the park, she wonders if her supernatural companion is capable of feeling it. Can it even taste the popsicle it is gnawing at? Although the Evergrowing may wear the skin of a unicorn, it is very.. Obvious that it is the skin; She can see the gaps left by old scrapes showing the woodened interior of the corpse. It really is just a big wooden doll the more she looks at it.
Frost blinks and quickly looks away when she feels his lively blue eyes fall upon her, probably having noticed that was staring. He's taught her long ago to see through the illusion spells that surround him, spells that obfuscate his very existence to the average pony's eyes, yet even now she finds new strange details of her guardian's true form. Like, how his legs aren't exactly moving and bending how they're supposed to. Kinda weird.
She did not expect, however, that something weirder was about to take place. Quite, just as she was about to take the last bite from her hayburger, a stallion stepped out from behind a tree just a few meters away. And! It was another Evergrowing! Except instead of being a decrepit depiction of a corpse worn by a wooden mannequin, this one was actually a living and breathing stallion with dull blue eyes and white draping clothes.
With her mouth still agape, she watched as the Evergrowing, or, well, rowing walked towards their bench. He stopped, squinted his eyes at the undead version of himself, then continued on his merry way down the path to vanish behind another tree. Frost Tear, having witnessed this unprecedent level bullshittery, looked up at her companion and said,
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"Really? Stealth archer again?" #rp
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Sky would look back at the giant ballista covered in camo netting and say "Well yes but actually no."
Zerathur raises a foreleg in a half-shrug. "You're part dragon, Sky! Probably not big enough to use that one as a bow-bow, but others might. Still counts!"
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September 27, 2024
Looking back to Zerathur Sky would shrug, sipping at his milkshake and replying with "Well i guess its stealthy until I start hunting small buildings with it."
// Hey gang, bit of a status update. Last couple of years have been rough on my end, spent too long around people who'd strip me from who I am and replace it with what they'd need. Lost a lot of the j... View More
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I always loved Waste. You're awesome. Welcome to a new and better future.
Thank you, pal. You could always say it's a new and.. Bright-er future, eh?
That's a horrible and wonderful pun and you should be ashamed and proud of it!
We can all be shitty man. It's the healing part you need to nail. It's easy to lash out but challenging to be exceptional. Not just in your social ability but in your day to day.
It's not about turning a cheek or being bigger. It's about having a conversation and being open with the ones that care ... View More
Thank you. Honestly it's due to opening up to people that I was able to see my faults, and some few have even gone out of their way to help me figure things out. I am very grateful to them. But, even having received help, I do recognize that some must take a few steps of their own. I've to want to g... View More
*Nitroxus jumped on a path of trampolines toward the pony. He soon smiled to them. He then passed a large gift over to them.* Happy Birthday!
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#rp "Ever seen the movie The Happening? Right, imagine that, except instead of releasing some neurotoxin to the air, all of the plants just get up from the ground and start beating folk up."
Zerathur can hear them downstairs. The clattering of kitchen utensils being washed by the automata; The chatter of daughter and mother as Spore and Astria idle by the fireplace; Erian hammering away at some new wacky invention down in the basement. An unchanging reality, a long awaited and well deserved dream come true. Everything he wished for, the return of all he once loved and the life that was robbed from his very grasp.
He reaches upwards with his mind, his consciousness slips through the veil and takes ahold of reality's string. He can feel its edges like a crack in a perfectly smooth wall, thin as a needle and as vast as the night sky. His nose bleeds as he pushes through, his right arm reaching up towards the ceiling. Zerathur would see to leave himself behind, for the husk of what he deeply desired deserved to live in its paradise.
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~ Thank you, folks, it's been delightful ~
~ So long, good luck, goodbye ~
~ Until next time, may I live until you die ~
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