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An ewe dressed in a simple dress, the color a pale silver with a pale gold pocket bag strapped to her side. Silver jewelry hangs on her, bland looking studs rested snugly in her ears, and the chain ne...View More
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(Future King) Artemis
"Enter." A voice seemed to ring from behind the doors leading into the Throne Room. Prince Artemis, current Prince in charge of all actions and decrees, would be seen sat upon his throne. News had spread to him of a visitor. A visitor that requested an audience with him. It had been quite a bit sinc...View More
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- December 23, 2020
Dolly
She seemed to jump at the voice, before steeling herself and entering. Bowing, she’d introduce herself properly. “P-Prince Artemis. I-I am La-Lady Dolly Root. And um. I have come on behalf of my-my grandmother, uh, Lady Li-Lillian Root.”
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- December 23, 2020
(Future King) Artemis
"Lady Dolly Root. Granddaughter of Lady Lillian Root you say?" The Prince would seemed to have appear before him a book. Seems he was flipping through the pages a bit. Hear a title such as 'Lady' he would assume this was of Noble Business. "What city does the House of Root reside in?" He would ask c...View More
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- December 23, 2020
Dolly
She’d stand slowly, fiddling with the sleeves of her dress, and tugging on them slightly. “Man-Manehatten, Sire.”
She was curious of the book, but didn’t speak of it.
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- December 23, 2020
(Future King) Artemis
"Manehatten. Same city my mare is from." The Prince seemed to speak, a form of light banter to calm Dolly. "Hm...yes here it is. House of Root, Manehatten." Seems he found the name in the book. However no notes on them were written down. This meant that the Noble House hasn't done anything recently ...View More
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- December 23, 2020
December 17, 2020
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(Please ignore all the periods it was the only way I could get it to stay properly)
Friday, December 13th, xxxx
........................Robbery At Root's Mansion!
.....Estimated Over 100,000 Bits Stolen in Collectibles
....................And Other Miscellaneous Items!
.....By Quick Write
.......Lady Lillian Root awoke late last night to the sound of broken glass. Gathering her courage, this brave old ewe went to investigate the source but only found a broken window and a ransacked house.
Calling the local police station the ewe would step outside for some fresh air. When the officers arrived, she greeted them and showed them inside and to the ravaged rooms.
This is when the widow noticed that some of her late husband's, Sire Billy Root, cherished collectables had gone missing. Including an antique set of armor, multiple paintings, and antique jewelry.
Among other items missing are silverware and multiple pieces of expensive jewelry.
The security cameras in the house showed something unexpected. It didn't look to be a pony doing this, or even any of our allied species. It looked to be something made of shadows, although it may have simply been an illusion to cover up the true suspect, police ask everyone to be on the lookout and to be extra careful when interacting with anyone known to be capable of shadow manipulation or magic of this kind.
A monotone voice drills out "Breaking News!" as whatever you're watching and/or playing is interrupted by a newspony. They're even playing it over speakers of any cars or stereos.
"We interrupt this ...View More
Gray Rivers Alto Yuri
Gray can't believe they interrupted his show for this, "C'mon they have the money to buy more, big deal." he grumbles and rolls his eyes.
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- December 17, 2020
Don’t mind me trying to clean up Dolly’s profile. There’s nothing to see here!
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Hey, hey. Fun fact :)
Dolly is actually from a rather rich family who are small time nobles (they’re low on the food web right now).
She doesn’t usually tell others this because, well, they try to be...View More
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You all got a free lore post on Dolly by accident. How did this happen.
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December 11, 2020
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A soft smile makes its way across her face as she tenderly holds an ornament. A angelic figure, appearing to be an alicorn, holding a candle in each of their crossed forehooves, and draped in a deep red robe with golden ribbing on the edges as well as the bow. Their wings are golden in color and the mane flows softly and gently over the shoulders, encasing their face, and their tail circles the body in a loose circle. The horn separates the mane starkly, holding up a ring.
Memories play through her mind’s eye as she plugs in the angel, making sure she still lights up before unplugging and gently setting her down in the box.
Turning back towards the lush tree behind her, running a hoof along a branch and taking in a deep breath of the familiar scent of pine needles.
Opening a small box, she’d find the still familiar ornaments that she had taken with her when she left home. Having already put the lights on, she’d start to put on ornaments. Her ears pricking as a song comes on the radio, her hoof slips, the ornament, (a small one with a bear appearance, golden-tan in color with a heart in the center with the words “Baby’s First” across it in fancy lettering) falling and shattering into multiple pieces.
The song? “White Christmas” by Mustang Bubble (Michael Bubble). She pulled her hoof back from the sharp pieces of broken ornament, before she seemed to break. A harsh sob broke its way through as she tried to gather up the pieces, cutting her own hoof in the process.
Memories flooded her mind. Singing with her grandfather to this song when she was much younger. His first stroke leaving him in the hospital for weeks. Her thinking he’d never come home. And when he did, she sang with him. His condition worsening over the year, until the next Christmas, he could barely feed himself. But he still sang with her. His deep, resounding bass mixing with her light, tinkling soprano.
That same Christmas he had another stroke. She remembered screaming for help as her father ran in, her grandmother pulling her away from her grandfather as he was taken away for the last time. The next time she saw him he was hooked up to multiple medical machines, and he held her close as she sang for him quietly through her tears. This was the last time they sang together, and the last time she saw him alive.
She never could bear to hear that song afterwards, and she hardly sang anymore. Much to her mother’s displeasure. She found herself hugging a small plush. It still smelled like him after all these years. She sniffled quietly, wiping away her tears. “I miss you Pawpaw...”
After a long spell of just sitting there, breathing in the scent of her grandfather. She stood up and swept up the pieces of ornament to try to fix later. She didn’t realize her hoof was bleeding until she saw the stain on a ballerina’s tutu. She shortly had it bandaged and the ballerina off the tree. After she had finished putting up ornaments, she placed the tinsel on and got out the rest of her decorations.
She’d place them later, right now, she still needed to calm down. She fixed herself some hot cocoa with marshmallows and whipped cream, and held the plush close as she sipped at the cocoa slowly. Looking down at it, she smiled again. Even after all this time. Grandpa was still watching over her. She felt a cold hoof on her shoulder, but nothing there when looked. She hummed softly, leaning her head against it as she closed her eyes.
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