Camille

November 23, 2024 10:41 pm

The strumming of rainfall surrounded Camille, leaving her standing with just her cloak as protection from the elements. Her eyes were trained on the four stallions in front of her. The binds that they... View MoreThe strumming of rainfall surrounded Camille, leaving her standing with just her cloak as protection from the elements. Her eyes were trained on the four stallions in front of her. The binds that they held glistening with the streaks of rain that also matted their fur. Then she focused on the cage set just a leap behind them. Inside a single filly lay curled up, shivering under the cold wind wicking away the heat from her small figure. Camille could taste bile in her maw. These sick freaks were tainting the beauty of the land with misdeeds beyond comprehension. Foalnapping, possible for extortion. Profit. And this little squad was quite unhappy with her presence. A small mare, mostly in physical shape, like her would be an easy prey. Sadly for them, this mare is no prey. It all happened so fast to the filly. She watched as they all dived at the cloaked mare. A logical plan to all-in for easy success. A poorly conceived one in the end. She had sprung into the air, her close flaying free as her wings broke the air. Leathery batwings beating under the downpour of rain, sending splashing into the eyes of those below. A distraction. She'd land with a splash, spinning around on a front hoof and landing a devistating blow to one stallion. Followed by flipping out of the spin and dropping all four hooves onto the second. Both were knocked out quickly. The remaining two looked to each other and growled before running towards her. Both sent flying back past each side of the cage, one smashing through a window and the other a pile of boxes. All this time the filly had watched, eyes wide in hope. The grey mare before her was like an angel in the night. The glow of her heterochromic eyes glistening under the rain. Camille cracked the lock in the cage with a swift swing of a front hoof, the edge of her gauntlet easily breaking the weak metal. The cage swung open and the filly slowly stood, walking out to look up at the mare before her. Camille backed away slowly, expecting fear, but instead found the filly suddenly hugging her chest with all the energy she had left. Though surprised at first, she'd slowly relax. The thestral wrapped her forelegs and wings around the filly. Her voice, warm, asking, "what's your name?" "Crystalline. Crystalline Passage, miss," the filly answered in a shivering voice. "I'm Camille. You're safe now. Let's get you warm."

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Camille

July 17, 2024 2:51 pm

//Disclaimer, this is not an RP, it is a story. You aren't expected to react in character// Camille was really un-fucking happy. She'd warned the inevitability of the fight ahead. She's tried to make... View More

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Anarchy

//hate to be that guy but this doesn't sound like you gave a chance at a counterattack or a chance for your opponent to defend at all...

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Ice Wisp

Don't write a disclaimer

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Anarchy

//no I think a disclaimer is a good idea.

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Tality

I mean, as you can see, people are gonna get confused. It seems like a tricky thing you're trying to pull off but I'm here for it.

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Ghostbit

The Ling woken up, Staring at his Stomach and began to wonder... If that was a Dream ?, It had to be! Since He would never steal anything before! but It felt too real... Perhaps It was luck that He didn't fought her in the forest.

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Camille

June 26, 2024 12:10 am

Gonna add a small disclaimer for Camille. The version you see of her in The Castle is not the same here! This one is young, learning, and a follower of Luna. The Castle's Camille is seasoned, a tad ol... View More

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Camille

March 29, 2024 1:56 am

"The ashes have already been painted. The fires are kindled. Thus may the hunt begin." ~The Oracle Camille had been strapped to a chair, her head covered in a bag that made either very difficult to b... View More"The ashes have already been painted. The fires are kindled. Thus may the hunt begin." ~The Oracle Camille had been strapped to a chair, her head covered in a bag that made either very difficult to breathe. Her sight was fully blocked at this point. There was a coldness deep inside that afflicted her. The room felt dangerous, and with confinement as such only increased that threat. "So," a gruff voice called out, "the pipsqueak is finally beaten, and captured. Ready to pay for your crimes, murderer?" She did not reply. "Not a talker, eh?" another voice asked, this one soft and feminine. A hoof pressed painfully into Camille's stomach. "That's fine. We'll weedle it out of you!" There still was no reply, followed by a firm smack across her muzzle. The bag made it difficult, being caught in the hoof and flung off. Now, Camille could see the two guards. She'd smile toothily, her red eye casting a deep red glare, as the blue one seemed much more gentle, even through the glare. "Oh, what a dangerous situation we've found ourselves in. Tell me, do you both have good insurance?" The stallion stomped on her tail, causing her to growl out in pain, her expression quickly turning from the smile to a frown, then right back to a smile. This time crooked. "Now I know who doesn't." "Shut up, freak! You are here as a prisoner, and will answer our questions! For one, where is the body of the pony you murdered?" The stallion huffed. "I don't murder." The mare stepped in, "But you did, we know you did! The Valkyrie said you killed her!" "Killing and murder aren't the same." A punch across her face turned her head, but she'd look back with a slightly bloody smile. "Harder~" "What the fuck?" "Oh, sorry, was that too forward? I dunno what comes over me sometimes." "Quit screwing with us! Tell us what we want to know, now! Or there will be consequences! Where is her body, and why did you murder her?" The female guard had been losing her temper. Camille tilted her head in confusion. "First off, you don't know what really happened. She was trying to kill me. I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice. Second, don't threaten me." The stallion pressed the business-end of his sword up against her head, leaving a small gash that would bleed pretty badly. "Listen here, punk! She was going to lead us to victory, and you broke her! Now we have to move on our own. So, quit pissing around, and tell me. Where. Is. Her. Body!?" Camille's nasty smirk returned, and her red eye almost seemed to glow. "Another threat. And you just gave yourself away, not only to me, but to everypony. You think I'd come in here without a plan?" "Come in here? We caught you!" "True, it happened earlier than I planned, but sometimes the softer soul inside takes the lead. Soon enough my mom will be here with the Lunar Guard and lock you all up." "You...you bitch! The guard wants you too! You'll be locked up as well!" "Sorry, not how it works. Plus, I'm not a civilian. I'm more than that!" She'd hold up her hooves, thought to be tied by the other two, and jumped at them. By time Rosa arrived with the guards, the two were bound and ready for transport, but Camille was gone. On the hunt again.

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Camille

March 8, 2024 7:01 pm

Red. How does one know when they had finally lost everything they stood for? When the only color in their mind is red. Strength and anger. The opposite of blue, calm and tactfulness. Camille's life ha... View More

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Camille

February 22, 2024 9:45 pm

//Depictions of anxiety//

Ebb and Flow

"Of all the worst places to be." Camille let out a groan as she pulled another branch from her mane and tossed it aside. Another contract landed her in the Swa... View More//Depictions of anxiety//

Ebb and Flow

"Of all the worst places to be." Camille let out a groan as she pulled another branch from her mane and tossed it aside. Another contract landed her in the Swamplands, and she was not happy about it. At least the pay would be pretty good this time. Her travels had brought her to an old, run down alter. The place felt familiar... She turned to see a pile of rocks, a carefully made cross planted at one end of it. The name on the sign was fading, but she instantly knew where she was. Or, at least where she thought she was. Camille took an involuntary step back and bumped into something, and in an instant did an evasive jump to see what it was. That mare was there, staring at her. Her expression fading between a smile and an evil smirk. "Couldn't save me," came a disembodied voice, the mouth on this imposter not moving. "I thought you were a hero? Heroes are villains with different agendas. You'd make a better villain." Camille's heart began racing, her breathing becoming more and more labored as she slowly backed away. "No, no, I tried! I mean it!" The voice came from her left, when she turned to look for it, it moved to the right. "Oh, sure you did. You saw how killing was your mother's outlet, and wanted to give. It. A. Try~" "Stop it!" "Oh, but sweet Camille, you want this~" Camille's heart raced, she could almost feel it beating out of her chest. Everything felt hot, and everything she did felt doubled. Every move felt heavy, but over forced. Her heart hurt in more than just a physical way. "Please, stop..." "Oh, sweet, poor thing! Can't even muster the courage to stand up to your own demon?~" She had enough. Flight wasn't going to work, so she had one other option: fight. "I said...STOP!" Camille screamed out, stomping her front hooves on the ground. Suddenly, the veil came crashing down and she found herself just outside of Ponyville. She didn't remember walking that far, or how she had got there. All she knew was the world faded to black and she passed out in the street. The Godhunter, the wanted killer, had become easy picking for the guards to apprehend. Camille had been caught.

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Camille

January 20, 2024 10:23 pm

//Just a small thing before work. A bit of a fresh approach to Camille. This'll be anthro// Creeping vines and ashened veils to hide faults. Whispering deaths and sorrowed rays of light filtering thr... View More//Just a small thing before work. A bit of a fresh approach to Camille. This'll be anthro// Creeping vines and ashened veils to hide faults. Whispering deaths and sorrowed rays of light filtering through treetops. Yet, unmistakable, remained the mission. Enchanted and upgraded gauntlets lead the way for a mission of fire. To burn down every wannabe god, before they can harm anymore innocent souls. A glowing chasm, depths home to the wavering souls of many cries for help. Cries that Camille will answer. She hung by one hand from a branch, her the rest of her weight pressed into the very same tree. She doesn't belong higher, she doesn't desire lower. She desires balance. Balance, much like red and blue. Black and white. Light and dark. But in the wavering balance lies one truth to her, a art of a mission that she found for herself: where good and evil meet, there is no difference. Power belongs in all, the many, not the few. The lithe mare let out a low, uncanny whistle as her target approached. Like a whispered bird call, it faded into the wind, but the target still heard. The target looked about, holding their lantern up in a vain attempt to cast light in the dark. Nothing could be seen. The whistle came again. They could feel a presence, chilling in their bones, aching deep within. Something is lurking, and it was ready to present itself. They draw their sword, ready to fight. Taking a defensive stance, and in fairness, Camille gave them that opportunity. Then, in a flash, their lantern caught something approaching. Casting a glow over the face of a certain pair of eyes. Red of the dark, blue of the day. And tonight, that red was brightest. The moon seemed to warn them, a glazed hue of orange and red. They stood there, paralyzed, hopeless. Their time in power has fallen, and so shall they. Camille held out a hand, beckoning them closer. As they approached, as you approached, you see the sly smirk on her muzzle. It was too late. Your sword shattered, along with many blades before it, and the heavy weight of a gauntlet met your gut. In that instant, all magic you have ever known was drained away. You had been marked for the hunt, now you're nothing. "Non es gratis. "Semper sub custodia mea."

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Camille

January 11, 2024 6:59 pm

That adrenaline rush when weapons fly It's the fear that brings out that body high So you know that I'm stuck Here paralyzed with you In a midnight clash of circumstance... View More

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Camille

August 23, 2023 6:47 am

Camille spread her wings nice and wide, flexed them, then smirked. "Oh, yeah, these exercises are working wonders! I feel I could take off in a single flap!"

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Nitroxus Soulspins

Then fly! *Nitroxus said jumping out of a bush.*

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Camille

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