Roleplays

“Oh! by the way, the names Fable, Fable Daydreams.” both ponies would be walking for a few more minutes before they got to Canterlots enclosed park, once they did. Fable noticed the front gate was left open, which was not common at these hours. “How strange” She walked in looking around.

"Yup, nice to meet you. I was wondering when you were going to let me know your name in return!" Celtic laughed a little and trotted with Fable, until they reached the park. It wasn't far, but the sun was already setting. Because of the sun setting, the air was getting a bit colder once more, and the stallion was somewhat certain that he could see his breath a little bit, once again. To test this theory, he breathed out gently, trying to allow for the hottest breath possible. Sure enough, he could see the faintest trace of steam before his face. When the Unicorn next to him commented that something seemed strange, he looked at her curiously. "What's strange about it? The sun is still out, after all."

“Listen.” there was silence in the cold air “no noise, no laughter, and yet the gate is wide open, she must be in here somewhere!” Fable trots around calling out Marys name, as it got colder she tried to warm up the best she could. “The poor filly doesn't even have a coat…”

The green stallion nodded and trotted into the park, hoping to find the filly and have the ordeal over with quickly. It seemed a mixture of caring about the young one and trying to get to the coffee shop before closing time. He looked around after making his way through the gate, and then advanced forward, along the main path and towards a playground that he remembered as being there.

Fables ears perked up as she heard a soft cry. "Mary!" She stumbled through the playground trying to get closer to the noise. "Celtic! I think i heard her!" She was currently looking under a large slide, where at the end there seamed to be a hole dug just recently, She took a small peak and squealed. "Mary! oh darling!" She quickly helped her out and gave her my jacket, for she was iceberg cold, Fable held her close as she tried to look around for her helpful stallion friend.

Celtic Cross, hearing the commotion, followed after the Unicorn and looked down as the little one got wrapped up. He knelt down, getting his belly down to the ground. “I can carry her, if you want. Poor thing probably doesn’t have much energy after her illicit playtime.”

Fable more shook up then ever, held her close and tight not wanting to let go of the small filly. "Common Mary get up" She called her up and dusted the sand of the both of us. Mary looked over at you and curiously walked over to you and looked back at me. “He's good, he helped me find you, silly filly.” Fable strokes her mane and looks back at you nodding in agreement, to your request.

//anyone could play?// A white unicorn walked on the silent street. She's always loved watching the leaf's falling and the sunset.

//they sure can! Uhhh.... and I gotta think of a character to use now, hehe// //a short rummage through my MLP folder, a design from 2014?// //welp, time to think of a personality on the fly!// From a short distance away, from one of the side paths, Retina could hear a fellow set of hooves approaching. And suddenly, they stopped, then started again.

The unicorn scared. - Who the pony would decide to come here now? It's usually my 'alone-time'. - She thought about these things there she was listening the strangers from behind a tree.

"...mumbletyeightmumblemumbleow coveramumble..." If Retina listened closely, she could hear the soft scratching of quill on paper, followed by a few hoofsteps, followed by more mumbling.

"What is it?" - She have finally decided to came out from her hiding place. "May other ponies come here to be in silence? Fine.." - Who's there? - she asked with a bit tremble in her voice, however she knows probably there's nothing to be afraid of.

On the outskirts of Equestria's shining capital, away from all the changeling invasions, alicorn coronations, galas and grand exhibitions stood a park. It wasn't "the" park - after all, Canterlot was a big place - but as parks go, it was a nice one. Spacious, well-lit in the slowly-darkening evening of an early Autumn, before all the leaves have been shaken down, it was oddly empty for how nice the weather was, the mild air reminiscent of the fleeting summer. {source: http://xinature.com/park-dusk-path-york-autumn-new-high-resolution/ } The Rules: 1: No shitposting. 2: Seriously, no shitposting. 3: Keep it friendly, or at least nonviolent. 4: All species are welcome, canon and otherwise, but be mindful of others regardless.

And around the corner, she would see... ...a plain-looking cream-colored unicorn, hovering a clipboard as he wrote on it with his mouth, mumbling to himself as he went. "....tree G eighty-five, good condition, medium coverage... oh?" He raised his head from his figures and toward the voice, seeing.... a tastefully colorful unicorn. "Good evening, miss!", he said cheerfully, stepping forward off the path to approach another tree.

- Oh, good evening - she said. "Silly me, what was I thinking? This unicorn just.. mm... examining the trees?" - What are you doing here at that time? - she stepped towards the stallion. "Oh, I hope I wasn't too pry" //I thought, I would write the said things with - and the thought things with " " May I write as you do, instead?//