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January 18, 2025 6:41 pm

Hawk, every time he utters a sound within earshot of Seafoam. Or when Queen Cryostasis drags him off to the Honey Bee Inn's &$#% Room. Or when trying to deal with the Order of the Black Rose. Basical... View More

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Hawk

I need a pic of pony Hawk is the family guy death pose, one day

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Pepper Snap

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Hawk

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Pepper Snap

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Hawk

January 14, 2025 4:18 am

So let the boys count the losses Zero sums, die on stage Walking alone again without a goal Pour up the lean, kisses on my neck (yeah, yeah) Hey, captain blunt... View More

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Hawk

June 6, 2024 9:31 pm

Feel no shame about shape Weather changes their phrase Even mother will show you another way So put your grasses on Nothing will be wong... View More

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Bright Brave

Tell tell tell

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Hawk

April 19, 2024 2:15 am

I am in need of a Griffith to Hawk's Guts, a Joker to his Batman. A villain truly evil and vile and is so because they enjoy evil and they know full well what they do(even though they lie and say they... View More

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Bright Brave

You're asking for the devil.

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Hawk

Also must be mortal, so that counts ol lucy out

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Hawk

April 19, 2024 1:16 am RP

#rp Hawk spends another usual sleepless night being chased by hellhounds and other dark things that go unseen through the days. He will spend his night once more fending off the spirits of the underwo... View More

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Tality

Tality catches the unmistakable scent of something from her nightmares, and follows it out of curiosity. She comes upon Hawk and looks the red pony up and down. "Huh. You look like s***. I thought Luna was supposed to protect ponies from stuff like ..." she gestures at him vaguely, "...this."

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Tality

Tality observes, the sudden strikes he receives clue her in quite quickly that this is not a purely mental phenomenon. She swears under her breath, and gives up on the dream realm. These things ought to be accessible through the dream realm somehow, but she would have to exit the bottom of the well ... View MoreTality observes, the sudden strikes he receives clue her in quite quickly that this is not a purely mental phenomenon. She swears under her breath, and gives up on the dream realm. These things ought to be accessible through the dream realm somehow, but she would have to exit the bottom of the well into the void itself, then double back and navigate back to this world from the outside to glimpse these in-between beings from the outside, and she both doesn't know that, and couldn't sense her way anyways, and furthermore, she would have to be in the right place, right time, among infinite possible intersections of reality and unreality. She observes him, his skill is incredible, breathtaking, even. For the first time in her life, she's not sure who's the more skilled warrior. She'd love to dance with him, test their skills against each other. Is it like this for him all the time? Is there a time when he isn't forced to defend himself. She has to further accelerate her cognition to see all the details, every flinch, every twitch, every preparation, every little precognitive movement. Enough experience clues a warrior into the rhythm of the universe on such a subtle level that they can predict things that really ought not to be predictable. She's only experienced it a few times herself, during months of continuous battle, and it's easily lost. It's not a lot. A few milliseconds at best, and usually much less. But with every little trick he's picked up, it adds up. "I'm not so sure I will," she states boldly, loud enough to be sure she'll be understood. "Unless they assault something other than my mind, soul, or body, I should be able to weather a few minutes, at least. And probably much more." But first, there is one thing she can prepare, if the moon is willing to help. It might not want Tality to help him, but it would have to really care a great deal about that to miss this opportunity to meet and be wielded by the nascent leviathan firsthoof. Tality retreats to a safer distance, stands up her hind hooves and poses, in both the physical and dream realms, closing her eyes, and a red aura glows where her horn ought to be. In the dream realm, her body is intact, wings and horn, and she can use her horn there for this specific incantation. She speaks the verses in the long-dead tongue of the moon. It took her people millenia to piece back together this ancient ritual, but it was worth it. The moon laughs and answers. It shimmers in the night sky, and a drop of pure liquid moonlight falls from the heavens and falls into Tality's hooves, where it takes the shape of her moonblade, a simple, practical combat knife, perhaps a little oversized, but filled with holes that change with the moon's current personality. She completes the ritual by speaking the verse that gives thanks for the moon's favor, and opens her eyes, which temporarily glow with silver light as the liquid moonlight in her eyes resonates with the ritual. Then she snatches the weapon out of the air and charges directly into the line of fire in just a few steps, and comes eye to eye with him, staring into his eyes for some indication of when to expect the first strike. She has a grin on her face. She thinks it's just a grin of reckless glee, of the anticipation of being challenged to grow. But Hawk sees something a little different in her expression. Something labyrinthine and complex, that only an equal could possibly ever glimpse. In that moment, he knows he's looking at a warrior older than the sun, that's lived so long she's gone through cycles of despair and hope and glee and joy so many times that the cycles overlap. He can count at least thirteen, and right now, she's in a very strange place. She still loves killing, but she's exhausted of dealing with losing her loved ones. But this, right here? An excuse to let loose? She wouldn't miss it for the world. Even if she can't help in the end, to just be ripped apart and survive would be infinitely worth it. "Name's Tality," somehow, in that moment when their eyes lock, the universe seems to hold its breath, giving her time to complete her introduction. "It's short for Totality. Which is short for, 'The Moment of Totality of Seventeen Moons, Three Planets, and Five Suns.' That's what I am. I'm that moment, given a body and a life." As her blood began to spray, she grinned, eyeing it as it congealed in the air, formed into strands and ligaments of its own accord, and then attempted to pull itself back into her body. "And my body ... really loves being a part of me."

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Hawk

(( Cripe, my bad I almost forgor! )) He did not respond, instead focused more on fighting off these unseen entities with his weapon. It cut right through them, dissipated them though for each one 'slain', multitudes would replace them. Before she could finish her introduction, he had already lept o... View More

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Tality

((No problem! I didn't forget, I've just had too much anxiety to post due to stuff happening in real life!)) Tality's impressed. She had in fact spoken her introduction as a single word of moonspeech, one of those deep dreamwalker language that only those in the throes of madness can understand. It... View More((No problem! I didn't forget, I've just had too much anxiety to post due to stuff happening in real life!)) Tality's impressed. She had in fact spoken her introduction as a single word of moonspeech, one of those deep dreamwalker language that only those in the throes of madness can understand. It would have unfolded in the mind, creating the perception of time expanding, even the vision of her blood coagulating had been included in the message, but the crimson pegasus had reacted before she had finished speaking the word, a quite impressive feat. quickly he hadn't properly absorbed the message. She grinned. So he wouldn't willingly let her get close? Well, she wasn't willing to give up that easily. She just had to not let him know she was there. She triggered her adrenaline dump, and her body, genetically engineered to fight the god-emperor's wars, responded by shifting into its second stage of alertness. Her lungs switched from standard operation to continuous flow, and auxiliary vents along her sides opened as she started to breathe like a bird, greatly multiplying her oxygen intake. She felt time expand, a surge of strength, and a sense of lightness that practically floated her up onto her hind legs as she surged forward. For the first few seconds at least, or perhaps even a few minutes, or until it became abundantly obvious, Hawk would probably have believed that she hadn't followed him into the brush. It wouldn't be until he wrenched his head faster than Tality could predict that he would catch a glimpse of her in his peripherals for a just a single instant before she dodged out of view. He would have trouble spotting her again, as she was fast enough to evade his field of view, but frighteningly, she was utterly silent as well. She left no hoofprints, made no noise, not even a vibration in the ground, but there was movement in the air from her passage, a very quiet sound from her breathing, and as time went on, her rising body heat would start to give her away. Most of her earth magic was invested defensively, prepared for the inevitable unforeseeable attack. As soon as she felt it, she would reflexively shift her earth magic and reinforce the point of contact. She knew multiple specialized techniques against certain kinds of strikes, and while she figured the first defense would be clumsy, she would learn a great deal about what was attacking Hawk from the damage. Such as how effective earth magic even was at all,.

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Sprouting Bulb

Sprout held out her leg to trip him.

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Sprouting Bulb

Sprout was successfully grabbed, though gnashing her teeth near Hawk. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but her leg still hurt...

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Hawk

He failed his technique fully, his grip slipping and clumsily fell over her as he stumbled during the hail of attacks incoming from seemingly nothing that the changeling could see, though fresh scratches, cuts and slashes appeared onto his pelt from each landed hit he took. Again, he moved with unca... View More

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Sprouting Bulb

Sprout's attempted attacks slowed and stopped as she noticed the inexplicable fresh wounds appearing on her new adversary. Scared, she looked behind her and started sniffing for any sign of love or hatred.

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Bright Brave Hawk

April 18, 2024 8:50 am

Good morning Hawk man

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Hawk

Hawk crows like a rooster.

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Bright Brave

Bright had a flashback, of all the roosters that are in his neighborhood.

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Bright Brave Hawk

April 15, 2024 10:20 pm

Boop me down, and I'll become more powerful than you could possibly believe.

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Hawk

That's not how you talk to your Boop King

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Bright Brave

😏 King? Smeh. King of being booped by me.

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Bright Brave Hawk

April 12, 2024 12:59 pm

I'm Hawk's biggest fan.

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Hawk

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Bright Brave

😭 So true.

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Hawk

"By Luna by Luna by Luna, it's the So-Ech!"

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Bright Brave Hawk

April 3, 2024 8:25 pm

I always think of Band of the Hawk.

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Hawk

March 27, 2024 5:16 am

"You cling to weakness." voices repeated at him in a cacophony of what seemed multitudes of tongues, each and all indistinguishable from one another once together, though he still could understand wha... View More"You cling to weakness." voices repeated at him in a cacophony of what seemed multitudes of tongues, each and all indistinguishable from one another once together, though he still could understand what was spoken. His eye burned, itched, the socket on fire with an agonizing dull sting of the images that flashed into its periphery. Hawk was exhausted, sweat-soaked and the fog of his breath in the cold of early-dawn. The blade of his weapon rung in the dead night air, the hymn of the blade, a chorus for every foe felled. Its dim glow flashed under starlight, flickering with each strike and stab as the stallion cut through what ought not be there, were it not for the blotted trail that he left behind at his every wake. His muscles twitched and ached and his lungs were on fire. Minor cuts dotted his body, scratches from running through bramble and combating these hellish monstrosities had since taken their toll on the pony, but his resolve was stronger still. They were like reversed echoes, beginning as whispers and ending as overbearing roars demanding his soul and his flesh, commanding him to relent and give in. The warrior cried out in a war cry, loud and long. Staring them down while he stood in a very weary stance on almost wobbly legs, he pounded his chest once with his right hoof, then the left. "BEGONE FROM ME, YOU WILL NOT HAVE ME AS YOU HAD THAT DAY!" He shouted at seemingly nothing while ominous cackling flowed in the atmosphere. He was exhausted, the only thing keeping him standing was the thought of seeing that sun peek over the horizon once more. Only an hour or two to go, and every time he questioned if he would see it this time. And by the time dawn would come, all that would remain would be the heaped form of a crimson pony, barely able to even close his eyes from the severe stress his body had undergone. Peace...as much as what could be called peace, would rescue him once the light of day awoke unto the world below. There he rested, out of breath and shaking from fatigue. Were it not for the pain, he would have collapsed on the spot to rest. He sat against a rock, looking up to the sky as he watched the stars begin to yield their luster to the waking day. Slowly and eventually, the cold dawn cooled him, and he fell asleep to the safety of the light, the only thing that consoled him in such times anymore.

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