Friendship Letters

"I've been called a lot during my life. Butcher, Legend, freak, heartless, cold, unkillable. Done a lot too. Been only one thing. When I first came to Equestria, it was... It was something I had no idea could exist. It was like a dream. A fairytale. There was no war. No hatred. It has it's problems of course, but... It's so much more peaceful than my world. Equestria holds a freedom I'd never known. Like the cards of life laid bare before me. It didn't need soldiers. The type of soldier I was. I...

Okay, so... Storytime with Wyatt's Admin, Part 2: Electric Boogaloo. Part 1 is also in blogs. This one might seem like it's going in a dark direction, but stick around. Oh and I forgot to mention in the actual post that I may have been involved in the events detailed below... :eyes: I fine tune the details a bit more in the blogs as well. Alright, so. We were out with the RA, Royal Artillery on an exercise. They were showing off their big guns *cough*totallynotovercompensating*cough* and w...

"Greetings, Twilight! Lemon Breeze herewith a letter from my journey with Chiller Sway. You know my husband, the brown one with the green eyes. Well the two of us have been traveling east for a couple of days now. Trains sure are a wonder of the world, they've taken us all the way from Ponyville to Griffon station. It sure was quite a trip to get around the ocean, and the griffons are weird folk. I can't even call them ponies!" The yellow mare giggles to herself. What a strange world it is over ...

Alright, so... story time with Wyatt's admin. Reposting it in a blog. So, I was on a patrol, regulars mixed with one or two reserves. I was Charlie man, or last man. I was there to give the lads a kick up the arse if they started to lag behind from tiredness. It had been a long day for us and this was our last patrol. Anyway, we're walking as usual and then I turn to check our 6, make sure we're not being followed or anything. I turn back around and see a rifle barrel poking out of a building...

Dendrite does a huge yawn as she pulls herself out of her sleep. She doesn't know what time it is, or care, really, but she had one of those sleeps so good she doesn't even know what year it is, let alone what she was doing when she fell asleep... ...although the white mare with a rainbow mane next to her quickly explains what she had been doing, as Dendrite flattens her ears. Oh. That...was unexpected? Now she remembers. Her and Persona had fallen asleep talking about their different powers....

The following stained, dog-eared and well-protected journal entry could be found tucked in a corner of the cave... "After the Chrysalis hive showed itself in Canterlot, the public fear and hatred towards changelings was established. And who could blame them-an attack on Equestria's capital, the assault on and temporary imprisonment of their rulers, and a swarm of monsters lead against them-their reactions of panic and racism were only natural. However, some responses went too far. One of them ...

She always searched for it The thing, called..”love” When she realised she had to She packed her bag And set out ...

The room smelled of cheap butterscotch candies, and disinfecting wipes. Sitting across from Nar was his counselor. The two were in the middle of an exercise. "Alright Nar. We're going to try something a little different. I'm going to play some tapes for you, and i want you to act exactly as you would if these events were happening in person." The counselor takes a video tape from his desk and inserts it into a video player. A few moments later a video begins to play. At first the video is an ...

Headcanon 1! Sirens age slower than ponies and other creatures! Haven't figured out the ratio yet, but they age slower. Cuz like, Hymn is in her 140's so far, and in pony terms she'd probably be around her 20-30's maybe? Headcanon 2! ...

It's quiet. Then again, in a gated off section of a royal library inside of a castle it tends to be. Thin beams of light stream in through the windows, catching the dust that hangs in the stale air. The room itself is circular, and goes up three floors. The bookshelves are carved out of stone, and run the entirety of the walls of all three floors. Even more tall wooden bookshelves sit in the center of the room along with a few chairs and desks. On the third floor, a black leather bound book begi...