Molten Stone

Witherwind is sitting at a lounge called Mane Attraction. It's a singles meetup spot, and it appears he might be looking for a partner. He's not sure if he likes both mares and stallions, but he's wil... View MoreWitherwind is sitting at a lounge called Mane Attraction. It's a singles meetup spot, and it appears he might be looking for a partner. He's not sure if he likes both mares and stallions, but he's willing to give it a shot. He's gently sipping on a glass of apple wine, looking around and observing all of the surprisingly attractive patrons The music is soft and endearing, very much unlike the typical clubs he went to during his teenagerhood. Slowly shuffling his way across the lounge, shuffling his wings to the rhythm of the music, he accidentally bumps into you. "Oh, I'm sorr.." his speech slowly withers out, for when he gazes at your face, he feels enthralled with a sensation that he hasn't had since he was young. His mouth is a little bit agape, and his pupils are dilated as if he was a cat looking at a shiny object.

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In Equestria Echoes, a karaoke bar, Thaumaturgy is singing his heart out in an odd unicornish, resonating whail, sort of like an accent. He's singing ''All To You'', braying between the important word... View MoreIn Equestria Echoes, a karaoke bar, Thaumaturgy is singing his heart out in an odd unicornish, resonating whail, sort of like an accent. He's singing ''All To You'', braying between the important words, but he sounds like he's had 3 hard ciders before getting on stage. ''Oh, I don't think you meant to huuurt me- Cuz' I don't think it meaaaant a thing at aaaaaall! The crowd sings in between, ''well, did it?'' ''No not at aaaaaaalllll! At aaaaaaallll, at aaaaaaaallll, at aaaaaaallll!'' ''didn't mean a, didn't mean,'' At aaaaaallll, at aaaaaaallll, at aaaaallll! ''didn't mean a, didn't mean,'' At aaaaallll, at aaaaaaallll, to youuuuu!'' ''Na na na na na naaaa, the moooootherbucker! Na na na na na naaaa, the moooootherbucker! Na na na na na naaaa, the moooootherbucker!'' As the song ends, and the crowd cheers, waiting eagerly for his next song, he waves around.. and falls off the stage with a loud OOF. He actually lands on a table that was close, slamming his chin on it. It's your table. Thaumaturgy looks dazed and confused at this point, his pupils widening comically.

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*Nitroxus floated on top of a bubble and popped the bubble to land in front of the changeling. He soon smiled to them. He then passed a large gift over to them.* Happy Birthday!

*Nitroxus climbed down a tree and looked around to the creature. He soon smiled to them. He then passed a large gift over to them.* Happy Birthday!

*Nitroxus walked on some stilts toward to the changeling. He soon smiled to them. He then passed a large git over to them.* Happy Birthday!

*Nitroxus rode on the back of a large moving rock that was moving toward the changeling. He soon smiled to them. He then passed a large gift over to them.* Happy Birthday!

*Nitroxus bounced on his tail like it was a pogo stick toward the pony. He soon smiled to them. He then passed a large gift over to them.* Happy Birthday!

*Nitroxus rolled down the hill in front of the pony. He smiled as he stopped right next to them. He then passed them a large gift over.* Happy Birthday!

*It was then that a hot air balloon floated over the small patch of ground that the redish-orange unicorn stallion was on. If he would looked up, he would see there was a green and black earth pony fl... View More*It was then that a hot air balloon floated over the small patch of ground that the redish-orange unicorn stallion was on. If he would looked up, he would see there was a green and black earth pony flying the balloon with the expertise of flying an airship. This green and black stallion was named Nitroxus and he seemed to not know exactly where he was.* *He turned the fan off and the engine to descend to the ground and to look around the terrain. Soon he was staring this stallion eye to eye.* Oh hello, I am Nitroxus Soulspins and you are?

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