Lore

When PB lost her memory she felt no rage, no remorse but rather a simple peace that she hadn't felt in a long while. She passed out a way from most civilization not knowing what would await for her. As ponyville became more open to different species she, now a peanut butter pony applied for a role as a royal painter and artist hired by Prince Artemis and later on Princess Luna in another universe. She herself always favored the royalty of the night as if understanding even if just a small bit. W...

Tiny hands push on Nar's arm until he begins to rouse. His eyes begin to open, and his ears pick up a voice, but his brain doesn't quite process the words being said. The bed shakes slightly, and Nar finally turns to see who keeps pushing his arm. There, the excited face of Cookie bounces up, and down, just barely peeking above the bed. "Papa! Santa! Santa!" Instantly, Nar is wide awake. He begins to shuffle out of bed, only for Cookie to take off out of the room. Nar slips his slippers ...

"Ma'am, I have good news for you." The purple unicorn turned around in her swivel chair, her red eyes glaring at the stallion who had entered her office.  "Make it quick," she said.  "I have a hanging scheduled for this evening." "One of yours?" the stallion asked, a slight hint of teasing in his voice. The unicorn nodded.  "Is it ever not?  If it's not a criminal I found, it's a so-called 'criminal' I own."  She stood up, her face obscured by the shadows in the room.  "Now, tell me what you ...

The lands of the Dark World seemed to be at a low silence. The sounds of wind and storm casting over the darkened purple sky, providing a sort of calm ambiance. Upon the tallest mountain within this word, a being stood overlooking the dark lands below from a castle balcony. This figure was one as dark as a shadow. It had no detail appearance. It's appearance was shaped like a Alicorn sized dragon, though no mouth or eyes were seen on the figure in dark. Only physical features the resembled a dra...

Cold wind ravages the outer magical shields that surround the interloper, yet all he feels is a gentle winter breeze. He marches through the apathetic snow on a path that hasn't been used in years, a path that he'd never used before yet knows like the back of his hoof. There in the Frozen North, where the Siren's curse buried whole kingdoms in frost, he will find his quary. Nestled on the side of a mountain range, a lone castle overlooks the long-abandoned valley. The river that once gave it ...

"Knock knock!" Betty Yakushi opens the front door of her house to find the face of her son staring back at her. Oh! And he's carrying her granddaughter too! It's the first time she's gotten to see her in person! Betty's face lights up as her eldest children, and their best friend enter their home. "Kisho! Our favorite band is here!" She calls out to her husband, as she gives each of the young adults a hug. A few seconds later, her husband emerges from the kitchen with a 'Worlds Best Dad/Boss...

The hunt for a new keyboardist for Attack on Mango was on. The four current members of the band sit behind a desk inside a rented out studio, and wave goodbye to their most recent tryout. So far, every candidate that's come in has either just tried to play covers of their songs, or played some half-assed original composition that usually sucked. At this rate, it looked like it might take weeks before they find their new keyboardist. With only 10 minutes left before the auditions wrap up for t...

. The only fitting word comes to Verdant's mind as he ascends the crystal spire. Floor after floor of cobwebs is only part of it- some of the things he'd seen the past few hours predated the founding of Equestria. Perhaps predating even the first coming of the windigos! Where would you even find a thunderbird eye in the present day? Nevermind the fact that they've been extinct for at least two thousand years, thunderbirds  resided in the area Equestria occupies! And yet Verdant stops his ascent...

It's been about 3 hours since the patrol started, but everything's gone smoothly so far. Wattzis Buckets, and Wildfire have been standing guard in the Lord's Manor since they arrived. There's been little to do, and conversation has to be kept to a minimum, so more than anything, Wattzis has been bored out of his mind. Such is the life of a guard. Wattzis' eyes move to watch as Lieutenant Spellsword enters the manor's atrium on her patrol route. She gives the two guards a short nod. Nothing to ...

((CONTENT WARNING: blood, gore, violence)) The hive was unusually cold.  Even less usual, it was empty.  As Spinneret wandered the ever-changing corridors, there was not a single changeling in sight.  She made her way to the dungeon, which conveniently doubled as the hive's mess hall; not even the prisoners-slash-meals were there.  Not only that, there was no trace of them ever being there, no remnants of changeling cocoons.  In fact, there was no sign that anycreature had ever been in the hive...

//Woe, introductory post be upon thee. For a guard, Ponyville was one of the best places to be stationed. Whattzis Buckets woke up every day, excited to protect the town he'd grown up in. He loved to patrol the streets, converse with the townsfolk, and help them when they needed it. He particularly liked when the schoolhouse reached out to him to read to the children. They were always so excited to see a guard in person, and he loved to read them stories of the great heroes of old. Today w...