What theme should I go for on Halloween drawings for my characters?
The redesigns, still got a lot more to go through and do tho oof
Hymn was… starting to remember things. He first thing he had remembered in a long time was just… appearing as a half grown foal in the village he thought for the longest time that he was born and rais... View MoreHymn was… starting to remember things. He first thing he had remembered in a long time was just… appearing as a half grown foal in the village he thought for the longest time that he was born and raised in… but. That’s not true… Now is it?
He snorts, trying to brush away the thoughts as he dove deeper under the water. If he didn’t dwell on it…. It… couldn’t be true.
#rp
The siren stretched, opening her jaw wide in a yawn, sharp teeth being exposed and making a very cat like expression. She stretched her forehooves forward and her tail went behind her in its own stre... View MoreThe siren stretched, opening her jaw wide in a yawn, sharp teeth being exposed and making a very cat like expression. She stretched her forehooves forward and her tail went behind her in its own stretch. A series of pops came from her as bones resettled. Smacking her jaw a few times she’d glance around. “That... was a longer nap then expected.”
Standing slowly she’d stretch some more. “Wonder what I missed.”
And out she goes, leaving the Everfree where she had for some reason got all sleepy, and taken a long rest. Behind her there was... an odd series of flowers, and blood. How odd.
#rp
Hm. It would appear I am back. At least somewhat. What’d I miss?
Chorale stretched his legs, yawning and walking to the bathroom before looking in the mirror and groaning. “Not this again...” continuing his grumbles he’d leave the room, grabbing her preferred weapo... View MoreChorale stretched his legs, yawning and walking to the bathroom before looking in the mirror and groaning. “Not this again...” continuing his grumbles he’d leave the room, grabbing her preferred weapon, a trident, as she goes outside to the backyard to practice. He’s gotten a little training area set up out of the way.
His male body is a little... smaller, but he’d make do, and swung his trident towards a dummy. Struggling to stop the downward motion as he sees you. “What the hell are ya doin??”
Oh yeah that’s this month huh.
Symphony had heard Hymn’s singing, and, looking up the lyrics she’d find it’s an old sea shanty, weird, but ok. (In the real world it’s not very old, only a few years. But go with it because it’s a go... View MoreSymphony had heard Hymn’s singing, and, looking up the lyrics she’d find it’s an old sea shanty, weird, but ok. (In the real world it’s not very old, only a few years. But go with it because it’s a good one, and because I can mess with the timing in Equestria if I wanna) The thing is, Hymn is still singing some other shanties as she’s working now, cleaning that cutlass she had.
Sighing, Symphony would start downloading the songs she could find onto an MP3 player, and when they were done, she’d get Hymn’s attention before tossing it and a pair of earbuds over. Raising an eyebrow, Hymn would place an earbud in, pressing play.
Her eyes widened as she recognized the first one, and she smiled, pulling the smaller Siren into a hug, placing the other earbud in now as well.
If she had her eyes closed she could feel the sea breeze, the rocking of the waves, the crew singing around her, the sun blazing down onto her, and even the flecks of seawater stinging her cheeks.
Thanking Symphony again, she’d kiss her cheek, she’d head outside, the music tucked in her shirt’s pocket. She had finally found clothes big enough for her!
Anyways, she’s outside now, singing as she does her yard work, her eyes lighting up with glee when a newer one she doesn’t know comes on and she listens quietly, nodding her head along.
Symphony rolled her eyes slightly, going back to her drawing.
Hymn was going through her things shes collected over the years, and stumbles upon one of her much older items, a group painting, of what seems to be... a pirate crew? With Hymn in it??
She grins, di... View MoreHymn was going through her things shes collected over the years, and stumbles upon one of her much older items, a group painting, of what seems to be... a pirate crew? With Hymn in it??
She grins, digging a bit deeper to uncover her old cutlass, pulling it out of the box carefully, she'd slowly unwrap it, closing her eyes as memories wash over her. Her old crewmate's songs echoing out of her memories and then out of her own throat. Singing an old sea shanty.
"The sky was grey and cloudy
And the wind was from the west
When we spied a battered frigate
With her tattered sail full dressed
They signaled they had letters home
They asked if we could take
They dropped them in a barrel
They left bobbing in their wake.
We reefed the sails and slowed the ship
To fish they barrel out
The old ship sailed to the distance
And we saw her come about
The captain watched through a spy-glass
And we heard him catch his breath
And we saw the storm a-brewing
Had become a wall of death!"
(The song is The Flying Dutchman)
She never really got on that old ship, but she loved it dearly. And she loved that crew dearly, they were like family to her.
Her heart ached as she leaned into the box again, pulling out each of the things they had left her. An old, rusting spyglass, from the navigator, a pretty pegasus mare named Aquila (the eagle constellation), a carved figure of herself, from the cabin boy, a young pegasus colt by the name of Harpy. A picture of a slightly chubby mare, the cook, named Gentle Simmer, Hymn blushed, remembering all those old games theyd used to play, she admittedly used to have a crush on the mare. A bottle of brandy, a brand long out of business, and still sealed. She chuckled. "Oh Wheat Shot, always the kidder." Wheat Shot was the helmstallion, steering the ship. A flaking book, the title long faded, but she remembered it fondly. This was the first book she had ever read, and the previous owner left it to her, only requesting she continue to love it dearly. She opened it, reading the deeply faded note on the inside.
'Hymn, my last request to you, my dear friend, is that you continue to learn everything you possibly can, and please dont give up on that wonderful dream of yours. I hope someday, you succeed.
Your good friend, Calligraphy.'
She shut the book then, laying it to the side again. Finally, she pulls out something that almost made her choke up. A moth eaten captain's hat, the feather that used to sit in it gone for a long time now. And with it was a painting of a winking mare, her features strong, and a hoof was pulling the previous hat down at an angle, obscuring half of her face. "Hello again, captain. I miss you dearly, my friend. I never did find that friend of yours, I hope you forgive me. Its getting hard out here, Merry Weather. I hope I've done you and the rest of the crew proud." She blinked away tears, placing a hoof against the frame, she'd smile fondly.
Shen was tired. Tired of keeping up a happy facade. She was just. Tired.
She missed her tribe, but she knew she could never go back. She couldn’t travel through time, it was a miracle she was kept al... View MoreShen was tired. Tired of keeping up a happy facade. She was just. Tired.
She missed her tribe, but she knew she could never go back. She couldn’t travel through time, it was a miracle she was kept alive by that horrible ice. She wish she knew what happened to the remains of her tribe.
Shen found herself walking through a small forest. She was going to practice. She had gotten rusty over the months she had spent with her new family. She needed to protect them, to make sure that they wouldn’t be stolen away from her like so much else.
Earlier in the week she had found the chip those scientists had put in her, and dug it out. Lemon was worried and frightened when she saw what Shen had done. But Shen had only given a small grin and held up the chip to her like some sort of morbid prize.
Now, she found herself in front a tall tree. And began her ascent through the branches, and stopped at a set of sturdy branches. Here, she started practice of her agility and hoof-eye coordination.
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