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			<title>Homecoming</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2430/homecoming/</link>
			<description>Among the alleyways of Ponyville, a single blue door, marked with a glowing white star opens. From the threshold of white light beyond, Nar steps out ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Among the alleyways of Ponyville, a single blue door, marked with a glowing white star opens. From the threshold of white light beyond, Nar steps out onto the streets of Ponyville. Jeez. It’s hot out tonight. It’s gonna feel nice to get home, and cool off. After getting his bearings, Nar begins his trudge home. From the looks of things, it’s pretty late at night, as Nar doesn’t see a single soul on his walk home.

Arriving home, Nar reaches into his pack to look for his keys. It takes him far too long to remember that he doesn’t HAVE his keys right now. Right… he gave the spares to Autumn, and Asuka. At least his parents’ house is only two houses down.

Approaching his parents’ house, Nar’s brain goes into auto pilot. It recalls his teenage years, coming back home from school. Wordlessly, Nar uncovers the stone hiding the spare key, and uses it to unlock the front door. Opening the door, Nar begins to take off his shoes. He calls out with a tired “Tadaima.” His head looking down to focus on taking off his shoes.

Kisho is wrapping up his meal prep for the coming week. His wife, Betty is in the living room, watching her favorite soap opera before bed. While in the middle of cleaning up, Kisho hears the front door open, and a low voice call out. His wife lets out a shocked wail, then goes silent. His mind begins to race. Did someone just break in? Maybe the voice he heard was from the TV, and Betty was just reacting to something on it? Did she fall, and get hurt?

Kisho hurries out of the kitchen to find Betty with her face buried in their son’s chest. She sobs uncontrollably, while Nar simply stands there, looking mildly confused. He looks so… haggard. He’s sporting a few new scars, and bruises too. Oh Nar… What have you been through this past month? Kisho allows the scene to play out for a few moments longer. It&#039;s only when Nar finally looks up from his mother that Kisho speaks. 

&quot;Welcome home, my son. I&#039;m overjoyed to see you alive, and well.&quot; He smiles a pleasant smile, not even trying to stop the few tears that roll down his cheeks. This seems to finally get the gears turning in Nar&#039;s head. &quot;Oh. Yeah. I&#039;m... Sorry I was gone so long. It&#039;s a long story.&quot; Finally, Betty releases Nar from her grip, only to launch into a motherly tirade of questions. She asks about how he feels, if he&#039;s hurt, if he knows where he is, if he knows how long he&#039;s been gone. All questions of love, and concern, but Kisho can see that Nar is in no condition to be answering these questions right now. Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, Kisho steps in. &quot;Now, honey. Nar looks quite tired. Perhaps we should wait until he has had proper rest before we ask him about what happened.&quot; At this, Betty nods, and steps back to give her son some breathing room. &quot;You&#039;re right. I&#039;ll go get the guest bedroom ready.&quot; With that, she hurries upstairs, leaving father, and son alone. The sound of a grumbling stomach reaches Kisho&#039;s ears. &quot;Are you hungry?&quot; He&#039;s already heading to the kitchen when he asks the question. Nar doesn&#039;t need to answer.

Given Nar&#039;s appearance, his father doesn&#039;t think he&#039;d be able to stomach a large meal at the moment. Something simple that can be saved for later should do the trick. As Nar takes a seat at the dining room table, Kisho sets to work on making him a simple dinner of rice, and miso soup. Partway through cooking, Betty rejoins the two to sit at the table with her son. It&#039;s quite clear she would love to bombard him with information about what&#039;s happened since he went missing, but she manages to hold herself back for now. Once dinner is ready, Kisho sets the food before his son. Nar picks up the chopsticks provided, and gives an exhausted &quot;Itadakemasu&quot; before he begins to eat. Notably, he&#039;s eating much slower than he usually would. Taking small sips of his soup, where he would normally gulp it down, and not practically inhaling his rice. It&#039;s... sad, in a way. Seeing his son without the energy, and vigor he&#039;s known for. Nar is not one to let his exhaustion show. So for him to be so visibly drained... Kisho can&#039;t begin to imagine what he went through while he was missing. The thought crosses his mind to send a text in the family group chat to let everyone know Nar is back, safe, and sound. Though, he&#039;ll probably ask that Nar be allowed to rest for the night. They can all meet up tomorrow for breakfast, if Nar is feeling okay.

After dinner, Nar is lead upstairs, and shown to the guest bedroom. As much as he wants to just pass out immediately, he knows he hasn&#039;t showered in weeks, and his clothes are absolutely filthy. Once his parents are back downstairs, Nar slips out of his ragged clothes, and makes his way to the bathroom for a nice shower. The feel of hot water against his skin/fur almost seems to melt all the aches, and pains he&#039;s been feeling away. His muscles finally begin to relax, and his mind begins to blank. For the first 5 minutes, Nar simply stands under the water, letting it wash over him. It&#039;s not until he begins to feel himself overheating that he remembers to actually clean himself. 

The feeling of being clean is something Nar had almost forgotten. Being able to rub his arm, and not feel all the built up dirt, and grime feels strange. It&#039;s almost unnatural in a way. He has to remind himself that being clean is actually the norm, and not the other way around. When he steps out of the shower, he dries himself off, and stops at the mirror to get a look at himself. Damn. That scar near his left eye kinda gives him a &#039;handsome rogue&#039; look. Maybe he should start playing into it a little more. Autumn might like that. Hmmm... Nah. The vacation dad look suits me better. I don&#039;t have the personality to match the whole &#039;handsome rogue&#039; look.

With his body clean, mind blank, and energy spent, Nar shuffles back to the guest bedroom. He barely manages to get the door closed behind him before he flops onto the bed for a well deserved night&#039;s rest.

Oh mattress and pillows. How I missed you. ]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2026 21:41:19 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Nar Yakushi</dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[A love song [Brutality, cruelty]]]></title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2429/a-love-song-brutality-cruelty/</link>
			<description>How many days are they going to make me wait...?

Oddeus hung off the ceiling by a chain completely in the nude. Whip marks wildly pulsate in a way ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[How many days are they going to make me wait...?

Oddeus hung off the ceiling by a chain completely in the nude. Whip marks wildly pulsate in a way that brings constant agony when he moves even but an inch. His fur was dried with blood, despite most of it seemingly reaching the floor. It was no normal whip, it was a whip with some sort of spike or flail at the end.  His fur was a little long and slightly matted with dry blood.  His body itching with infection making his skin pulsate as if his heart was trying everything to stay up.  

This damnable drug... What... The hell...

The ejection point was pulsating and periodically draining  pink puss out.  His eyes was bloodshot with pink lining the whites in his eyes. Oddeus would have pink blood slowly draining from his eye lids and mouth. The world would turn wobbly and the pitch dark room felt... Infinite.  Oddeus dropped to the floor, his arms still in his shackles. He would touch his dark floor as the floor would pulse as if he was in a mass of water. Oddeus would slowly stand and gently but painfully shuffle through the dark. He would move until he saw some die on a table. Two purple dice.... His dice.  

Oddeus reached out to grab it as the dice turned into dust. He would be stunned... No... No, no... No! He thought to himself in horror, trying to grab the dust of the fated dice.

&quot;Damn it...! I&#039;m... I&#039;m useless without it! You can&#039;t leave me... You just...&quot; Oddeus would drop to his knees as tears actually welled up in his eyes, drops dampening the dice shards. Oddeus clenched what was left of his dice before standing up, continuing to move forward and sniffling sadly. Oddeus would reach a gramophone in the middle of the darkness, it played a somber tune.  It song almost told a story of infinite sadness, a tune that repeats at random. Sometimes it goes for minutes, others for mere seconds but for him it was a lifetime between each pause. He stared at it as if he was waiting for a movie to complete on the edge of his seat. 

Oddeus looked over at a table with a skeleton on it. The skeleton was of a small, presumably a lady pony based on the bone structure. She was on the shorter side and had a medical bracelet around her arm. It had the name as &#039;Death&#039;. Oddeus &#039;s heart nearly sank into his ass, shaking gently at the title. He set down the skeletons arm before as pink liquid came out of his nose like rivers of blood. 

Oddeus would horrifyingly stare at the skeleton as he put a knee on the table. Then a paw as he climbed up next to the skeleton. He hesitated before placing his head on the skeleton on the table. The skeleton was warm and with seemingly a heart beat. I grab ahold of her bones and bury my head in the skeletons chest. She smells so good like passing a honeysuckle bush. Her curves were immaculate, I couldn&#039;t help but line my... Paws... Curves... 

Oddeus would shoot up to see her there, his eyes shot with fear. He almost backed up but pink hand grabbed his throat. Green eyes stared down at Oddeus as she said with a deep voice that cuts like a velvet handled dagger. She said,

&quot;Oh, puppy... It took so long but here I am... Fate has brought us here.&quot; 

Oddeus shivered as she spoke, the mare smiling and rubbing her fingers through his fur. 

&quot;Don&#039;t worry, baby, Death is here to save her boy toy. Come on... As if you get to die! You don&#039;t need those die... You only need me. 

Come... Let me give you my gift. 

It felt like hours on that table, he could feel her in this corpse... I know I can...

A diamond dog would see a wandering Oddeus, cuddling with a female corpse. One that was beaten to death, her skull caved in. He didn&#039;t know or care... His mind was slipping away in this moment, he was having a schizophrenic episode. Paranoid, lonely, hurt... 

Two female diamond dogs would find him cuddling with this body that was cruely left behind to rot. Oddeus would look over his shoulder, the whites in his eyes were now a bloodshot pink. His dark eyes swirled with disturbing hatred, which turned into amused happiness. A smile sprawled against his face as he says,

&quot;Ah... Dinner.&quot; He paused as the two dogs stared in horrific wonder. ]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2026 04:59:01 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Dr. Oddeus Reiner</dc:creator>
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			<title>The Road Less Traveled</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2424/the-road-less-traveled/</link>
			<description>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXstck3A4ko)

What has been seen, cannot be unseen. Though the streets of a dead Ponyville are past him now, the me...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXstck3A4ko)

What has been seen, cannot be unseen. Though the streets of a dead Ponyville are past him now, the memories of it will linger with Nar for the rest of his life. 

The Astral Highway System offers no comfort to a weary soul, such as his. It&#039;s unfathomable expanses, and those that lurk within offer no solace. Only confusing routes, vast emptiness, crushing loneliness, and an unhealthy dose of paranoia. Nar set out into the AHS in search of a way home, but he knows the chances of finding one are slim. He&#039;s far more likely to get lost, and go mad in the depths of this plane than he is to ever see his family again. Yet, he persists. The reality of his situation weighs heavy on his mind, but determination, and a near unshakable conviction to see his loved ones again keep his legs moving, and mind stable. 

Three highways. That&#039;s how far he&#039;s gotten so far. Without a way to tell the time, it&#039;s impossible for Nar to know how long he&#039;s been in the AHS, or how long he spends in each highway. He tells himself not to think about it. If he starts to worry about time, he&#039;ll wear his sanity down sooner, rather than later. He can feel the plane slowly gnawing at the edges of his mind. Nibbling away at his sanity with slow, but steady hunger. A quick meal, bottle of water, or a quick nap help to keep it at bay, but it never goes away completely. The only way to rid oneself of the Astral Highway&#039;s hunger, is to leave it entirely.

Traveling through a vast, empty expanse, Nar can&#039;t help but notice an abundance of ash piles dotting it. Close inspection reveals the piles to be almost identical to the ones he found in the dead streets of Ponyville. Experience tells him to turn back, and find another route. He almost follows through with that plan, when something else catches his eye. Something appears to be laying just beyond one of the piles of ash. Surveying the area, Nar sees no sign of any threats, and moves in to investigate.

It&#039;s an arm. 

The grayish-blue fur is undercut by the cold, pale skin underneath. It appears the arm was ripped off at the elbow, leaving the lower half here, while the upper half continued with whoever it belonged to. Closer inspection reveals the faint traces of dried blood around the arm. As well as a barely perceptible trail that leads further into the highway. Ideas formulate inside Nar&#039;s mind, but he opts to push them aside for now. Despite his better judgement, he opts to follow the trail to where it leads. He really should just turn around, and find another route, but curiosity drives him to venture deeper. 

Following the trail of dried blood is difficult, given how faded it&#039;s become. At times, Nar finds himself having to retrace steps. All the while, he finds himself having to avoid piles of ash littered around the highway. While following the trail, a blur of bright color catches his attention in the corner of his eye. Turning his head to look over, Nar is greeted by a scrap of clothing in bright yellow, as well as a few mangled threads of straw from a hat. He has no doubts of who these are from. Given the arm he saw earlier, Nar is not confident he&#039;ll find himself alive, and well at the end of this trail of blood. 

The trail of dried blood leads Nar to another door. With great caution, he slowly pulls the door open, and steps into the threshold beyond.

Lights impair his vision. A stale, electric buzz fills his ears, and the smell of decay fills his nostrils. Blinking away the spots in his eyes, Nar&#039;s vision adjusts to the harsh, sterile lights. Slowly, a large, clinical looking hallway comes into view, with a massive metal door blocking his progress. Approaching the door, Nar finds a folded piece of paper that has been placed atop a floor tile in front of the metal door. As he kneels down to pick it up, the faint sound of something scratching against metal emanates from the metal door. He does not notice. 

Rising to his feet, Nar unfolds the paper to see what could be inside. What he finds is some sort of letter. 

&quot;Here lie 4 brave souls, who sacrificed themselves to stem the tide of horrors that lie beyond this door. 

Three of these souls were some of my closest friends, and colleagues. 

Rush Gale. A brave, and competent leader. He received the call for aid shortly after our party had exited subspace after a grueling expedition, and made the decision to assist. Though battered, Rush lead the charge into subspace to assist the adventurer who called for aid.

Dawn Glare. A spirited, and tenacious woman with a passion for exploration. When Rush made the decision to render aid, Dawn nearly rushed off to help all on her own. 

Igneous. A headstrong dragon with a big heart, and compassion for all. When the call for aid was received, he insisted we focus our efforts on protecting civilians. When we were informed that we would be locked behind the door ahead in order to stem the tide of horrors, he accepted his fate without hesitation. 

I do not know the name of the fourth soul who gave their life here, but I know they were brave, and held a great love for the town of Ponyville, and those who inhabit it. He was the first to witness the breach, and called for backup. Though it seems he attempted to locate the source of the breach before help arrived, and as such, was nearly killed before he arrived here. He had locked himself in the control room of the complex beyond these doors, and required our assistance to initiate a lockdown. He was a father, son, brother, and friend to many. 

I feel great shame in knowing I was not brave enough to sacrifice myself alongside my friends. I can only hope that one day, someone reads this message, and will remember their names.&quot;

With great care, Nar folds the paper back up, and gingerly tucks it into his backpack. Silently, he vows to give Rush, Dawn, and Igneous their proper place among the Wall of the Lost when he returns home. For now, though, he needs to find another route. Otherwise, he won&#039;t even make it home in the first place.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2026 00:26:59 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Nar Yakushi</dc:creator>
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			<title>Home Invasion</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2423/home-invasion/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[[b]CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of dead bodies, and grievous bodily harm (not graphic), including allusions to the death of a child. [/b]Spoils the post ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[b]CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of dead bodies, and grievous bodily harm (not graphic), including allusions to the death of a child. [/b]Spoils the post a bit, but I want to give fair warning for the people who aren&#039;t comfortable with these kinds of topics.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Xca0tutOOU) 

The lifeless streets of Ponyville slowly fade over the horizon. The road ahead is barren, save for the occasional abandoned, or damaged vehicle. Along the road into the countryside of Ponyville, a lone stallion treads. Alone, on edge, and unsure of just where he really is, Nar scans his surroundings constantly while making his way to his sister&#039;s house. Instincts, and experience work in tandem to ensure he is alert, aware, and ready to react the moment anything seems off. He passes by a sheriff&#039;s deputy who lies next to his cruiser. His firearm is clutched tightly in his right arm. Shell casings laying close to where he fell. There&#039;s no visible damage to his person, but when Nar stoops to check on him, the man&#039;s body is ice cold. He checks the deputy&#039;s radio, but finds it as lifeless as the man it once belonged to. Rising slowly, Nar re-focuses on his current objective of reaching his sister&#039;s house.

The walk out to Asuka&#039;s house is not a particularly long one. From the outskirts of Ponyville, he manages to sight the house after around 50 minutes of walking. Not once does he spot any living beings, or any of the entities that came into the town. All he finds are lifeless bodies, and the rare pile of black slurry. He can only assume these piles of slurry are the remains of what entities the townsfolk managed to take down. If that is the case, then the townsfolk got far worse than they gave. 

Sat between a section of Ponyville&#039;s woods, and a large pasture, Asuka&#039;s house is far from a sight for sore eyes. Even from the end of the long gravel driveway that connects the house to the road, Nar can see a large tear has been ripped into the garage door. Worry wraps it&#039;s icy tendrils around his heart, dulling reason, and hastening his steps. His head tells him to slow down, and think. To be more cautious, but his heart tells him to hurry to his family. Reason manages to reign in some control, but not fully. 

Gravel crunches beneath Nar&#039;s feet. In his haste to find his family, he&#039;s neglected to walk along the dirt. Experience tells him to make as little noise as possible, but worry tells him to move quicker. Who, or whatever might hear him be damned! 

Nar slips through the large tear in the garage door. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the darker interior of the garage. He blinks a few times in an attempt to adjust faster, finding it to be of little help. Once his eyes have finally adjusted to the light, he can see that the door into the house appears to be missing. His heart leaps into his throat for a moment, before dropping into his stomach. Breaths become shallow. His arms begin to shake with panicked anxiety. He doesn&#039;t know if he&#039;s ready to see what he knows he&#039;ll see inside. 

The sight from the doorway sends ice through every centimeter of vein in Nar&#039;s body. 

Against the pantry opposite the door, his father sits slumped forward. His chest has been punctured with what looks to be some sort of blade. Reluctantly, Nar takes one step into the house. A device from within lets out a series of beeps, followed by a synthesized voice stating &quot;Front door.&quot; He doesn&#039;t notice. His head turns left in order to look for the door. Wooden splinters lay on the floor where the door would normally open to. The hinges ripped apart in the door frame. Whole body shuddering, Nar forces himself to turn to his right, and move further into the home. His heart drops again when he sees his mother lying on the floor with wounds similar to his father. A kitchen knife lays on the floor a few feet from her. It appears to have gone unused.

A voice in Nar&#039;s head reminds him to breathe. He realizes just how long he&#039;s been holding his breath. He exhales a shaky breath, then inhales deeply. The breath seems to remind his heart to beat. Only, it does not beat steadily. It races, pounding inside his chest like an engine. Shock slows his movements. The walk through the kitchen, into the living room feels like it takes ages. The floorboards creak as Nar steps foot into the living room. The rug in the middle of the living room has been torn to shreds. The wooden boards underneath filled with large, deep scratches. The recliner sat next to the entrance to the hallway has been shredded open. Cushion fluff hangs loosely out of the scratches, leaving a trail that leads into the hallway

Of the four doors in the hallway, three are still standing. The only one that has been opened is the one at the back left end of the hallway. Asuka&#039;s room. Mind numbed by panic, Nar listlessly drags his feet along the hallway. No thoughts reach fruition. With each step, dread seeps into his heart. It seems to fill his limbs, causing them to become as heavy as concrete.  Hesitantly, Nar orients himself to face the doorway of Asuka&#039;s room. The door lays in much the same state as the front door. Smashed to splinters on the ground. Inch by inch, Nar forces himself to shuffle into the bedroom. Anguish gnaws at his heart, eroding his will bit by bit. He doesn&#039;t want to-no... He CAN&#039;T face what he knows he&#039;ll see. He&#039;s already seen too much, but... He can&#039;t bring himself to back out now. If he doesn&#039;t see this through, he&#039;ll eat himself up wondering about it later. 

The room&#039;s dresser sits between the bed, and the closet. Blocking it off from entrance. It doesn&#039;t seem to have done any good, as the bed appears to have been torn up in it&#039;s place. With a deep breath, Nar hardens his heart, and commits to looking beyond the dresser. He bounds forwards before he loses his nerve. His head shoots over the dresser to peer behind it. 

On the floor just behind the dresser is Asuka. Thank Solaris she&#039;s face down. If Nar had to see his sister&#039;s face after what happened, he&#039;d... The large lacerations on Asuka&#039;s back give Nar pause. Tears begin to stream down Nar&#039;s cheeks. She was just trying to hide. No... Wait... The position of her arms. They aren&#039;t splayed out. It looks like she&#039;d been on her hands and knees before she collapsed. 

A little, pastel blue hand sticks out from under Asuka.

Nar breaks. ]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2026 22:45:40 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Nar Yakushi</dc:creator>
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			<title>Truth ( The Blade Maiden : Part one. )</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2421/truth-the-blade-maiden-part-one/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[Equestria, the land with a long and confusing past. One that most think has been explored through the popular play, Equestria&#039;s Beginning. And most th...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Equestria, the land with a long and confusing past. One that most think has been explored through the popular play, Equestria&#039;s Beginning. And most think that that&#039;s all there is to it. Just three tribes who faught, came to understanding, formed the land you walk on, and ruled over their land together without a hitch..... How wrong everypony was. Beneath the covering over Equestria&#039;s history of friendship, harmony, and magic, is a truth that is hidden with good reason. Equestria only stands because of one devision that few even heard of. The only reference to their order is via ancient scrolls and scripts that are mostly looked upon as fairy tales. The Hidden Ones, as described in one instance, &quot; A group of ponies who all have lost something to a force beyond Equestria, and now with their dark sides brought out and put front and center, they now fight for the world they were born into. Hardly any asked for this life, but all who are chosen, never leave the order, not because of restriction, but because of commitment. &quot;

As stated previously, most of these texts were looked upon as creative projects, fairy tales, stories to keep foals up at night. But, while the residence enjoy the land the Royal Sisters rule over, just beyond the borders, a ruthless faction is attempting to get in. They only go by one name. The Uruk. A government run by self-superiority, and slavery. They&#039;ve been a faction for thousands of years now, and their rituals are rather extreme. For example, only earth ponies are allowed to fight. If a unicorn or pegasus wishes to join, they have their wings or horn cut off. Unless they are the offspring of a war chief.

The Hidden Ones have been fighting since Equestria&#039;s founding to keep them out. If they got in, it would be back to the dark ages of Discord&#039;s rule, only much more oppressive. Put short, Equestria is only standing because of ponies putting their wants and needs last, and putting their life on the line. But, every few generation, there would be what they called a Gen: Z. A pony that was not just deadly, but smart. Their dark side is not fully taking over, but is definitely present. And the first case of this was two sisters and brother who had recently lost their whole family to the Uruk&#039;s spec ops unit, the Soul Reapers.

Ever since they joined, they haven&#039;t stopped. And thanks to an elixir that was only given to the Elite of the Hidden Ones&#039; ranks, they still do so today.The three are ruthless, brutal, unforgiving, and most of all, filled to the brim with grief.... and rage. Two of them, the brother and one of the sisters, work in a pair. They&#039;ve earned themselves the name Cloak &amp; Dagger. And the other sister has risen up the ranks, and now leads the group. The thing about these three is that they&#039;ve all gone on missions that would be considered suicide the most. Holding positions against entire batalions, a reactor core rigged the combust, and even faced down multiple war chiefs at a time. The three did all of thpose, and they crawled out successfully each and every time.

Because of warriors like these, Equestria stands and keeps on. But, while they have quality on their side, quality is pointed heavily toward the Uruk&#039;s side. Put short, a gash could break open. They could swarm in. One of their secret police could open a weekpoint. Then the the rest of Equestria will have to live in fear again, wich is exactly what the Hidden Ones want to avoid.

For now, Equestria remains guarded. But, the Hidden Ones are going to need luck if they want to pull through this conflict alive. If these three contenue to do what they do, Equestria may have a chance. For now, let&#039;s zoom into one of these three and one of their many endevors. Today&#039;s subject will be the first sister, Roxy Dusk.

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			<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2026 16:15:21 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Silent V Dusk</dc:creator>
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			<title>Home?</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2420/home/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[Sunlight peers through the bedroom window at just the right angle. Nar&#039;s eyes register the sunlight through his closed eyelids, causing his brain to s...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Sunlight peers through the bedroom window at just the right angle. Nar&#039;s eyes register the sunlight through his closed eyelids, causing his brain to send signals to the rest of the body to wake up. With a grunt of effort, Nar slowly manages to roll himself over to dangle his legs over the edge of his bed. Even before he opens his eyes, Nar can tell he&#039;s overslept again. He reaches his arms up to rub the sleep from his eyes. They feel heavy. As though they&#039;d somehow become solid stone overnight. Eyes opening, Nar is greeted to his room, bathed in late morning sunlight. Ah crap. It&#039;s probably close to opening time. 

Nar shakes his head vigorously in response to his thoughts. He has to remind himself that he doesn&#039;t belong here. He-

Crap! He&#039;s supposed to meet up with Austin, and Willow this morning! He&#039;s going to have to explain this to Amy somehow too. Probably should have done that last night, but his mind was so preoccupied that the thought never crossed his mind. A sudden jolt of energy allows Nar to push himself up out of bed, and go about his morning routine. Shower, brush teeth, and... Huh. The bathroom lights aren&#039;t working. Maybe there&#039;s a power outage? Well, he can&#039;t worry about that right now. He&#039;s got to go break the news to Amy, then go meet up with Austin, and Willow.

Making his way out of the master bathroom, something in Nar&#039;s gut tells him to be careful. Something is off. In fact, now that he&#039;s stopping to think, he&#039;s realized just how quiet it is right now. No voices downstairs, no smell of breakfast, not even the chirping of birds outside. The sudden realization of the silence makes every little noise Nar makes all the more noticeable to him. His breathing, every footstep, the sound of his clothes rubbing against each other, and even the beating of his heart all sound so much louder now. Senses on alert, Nar makes his way out of the master bedroom to head downstairs.

Halfway down the stairs, Nar&#039;s movements suddenly stop. 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBdWNEOtRnw)

His front door has been smashed in, and the foyer has large scratch marks all over it. Peering over the banister into the living room, Nar finds what looks to be the scene of a violent burglary. Furniture is in tatters, with visible, large claw marks about them. The carpet has been torn up, alongside the concrete underneath. The walls are full of scratch marks, and holes. However, the strangest part is that it doesn&#039;t look like his belongings were taken. Only knocked over, and smashed to pieces. Meaning, who, or whatever did this wasn&#039;t just here to steal things. There were violent intentions to this break in. 

Amy! Kishi! 

Mind suddenly back in the present, Nar bursts down the stairs, and charges to the kitchen. What he finds is a scene much the same as the living room. Cabinets and shelving have been destroyed. Spoiled food lays about the floor, and destroyed countertops. Flies buzz about the rotten food, adding to the stench from within. Nar&#039;s eyes survey the kitchen for signs of a struggle. No visible blood, or any signs anyone was here when this happened. Maybe Amy, and Kishi were out when it happened?

A piece of paper stuck to the fridge catches Nar&#039;s eye. He doesn&#039;t remember there being any paper on the fridge before. Moving closer to examine the paper, he finds it&#039;s a crude drawing. There are two figures stood holding hands. The taller of the two is scribbled in cyan, with a little straw hat, and yellow shirt. The other is scribbled in a pastel blue with some sort of blue dress, and what Nar thinks is supposed to be white hair. 

His heart drops out of his chest. 

No...No! Please Solaris no!

Rational thought is waylaid by concern, and panic. In a frenzy, Nar runs about his house, calling out to Cookie. He checks every nook, and cranny. Evey bit of rubble is overturned. Every cushion removed, and every room, and closet thoroughly examined. Not a single sign as to the whereabouts of Cookie. 

His parents house! If something bad happened, and he wasn&#039;t around, Cookie would have gone there! Nar&#039;s full sprint out of the front door of his house is halted by the scene on the street before him. 

A police cruiser sits sideways in the middle of the road. The officers who it belongs to lay on the street behind it. Both with visible gashes across their bodies. One officer appears to be missing a leg entirely. Their sidearms lay beside them, with spent shell casings in the vicinity. It seems they had died while engaging some sort of creatures. Likely, the ones that broke into Nar&#039;s house. Closer inspection reveals the presence of some sort of ash strewn about the street in decently sized piles. Approaching one of the piles, Nar crouches down to examine it further. However, he finds that when he gets too close, his eyes begin to sting. He hadn&#039;t planned on touching the ash piles regardless, but now he&#039;s even more cautious about their presence. Gah! Now isn&#039;t the time to be investigating this! He needs to find Cookie!

Only two houses down from his, Nar&#039;s parents&#039; house stands seemingly untouched. No time is wasted with the locked front door. Grabbing one of the stone plant holders in front of the door, Nar bashes around the lock in an attempt to smash it open. Desperate strength smashes the lock open with only two swings, allowing Nar access to the house. Mind racing, Nar enters the house to investigate. He&#039;s met with the alert tone of Equestria&#039;s emergency alert system, coming from the kitchen. The synthesized voice that follows the tone begins to speak, but Nar is too focused on searching for Cookie, or his parents, to listen. Unlike his house, his parents&#039; house appears to have been left untouched. No signs of forced entry, or any signs of struggle. No signs of his parents, or Cookie either. The only place he can think to check next is Asuka, and Hiari&#039;s house. 

The sound of the alert tone finally catches Nar&#039;s attention. Half frenetic, partially winded, and utterly confused, Nar shuffles into the kitchen to listen to the broadcast in hopes it may give him some sort of clue as to what happened here. 

&quot;This is not a test. Follow all instructions given in this broadcast to the best of your ability.

The following alert is sent at the request of the Society of Extraplanar Exploration.&quot;
Shit. The E.S.E.E sent this alert? That... Fuck. They NEVER send out alerts. 
&quot;A shelter in place warning is in effect for Ponyville, and the surrounding area until further notice. Residents are advised to find shelter indoors. Avoid any openings to the outside of which you may be seen. Find an interior room, attic, or basement, with no windows, or other openings from which you may be seen from outside. Turn off all lights, devices, and other objects which may reveal your presence.  Ensure you have access to food, water, and an emergency communications device. Only use said device if you are in immediate danger. Take notice of any blue doors marked with a white star. If you see one of these doors, leave the area as quickly as possible. Do not approach any blue doors marked with a white star. Hostile creatures are believed to originate from these doors.

At approximately 10:36 AM local time, authorities received reports of unknown, hostile creatures within city limits. These creatures are hostile, aggressive, and will attack any living being they take notice of. Do not attempt to interact with any entities you spot. If self defense is required, cutting implements such as knives are believed to be the most effective. If you spot any open blue doors, report them to local authorities when it is safe to do so. 

This message will repeat until the shelter in place order has been lifted.&quot;

Senses heighten, and experience pushes out panic to be replaced with cold focus. If this broadcast is still going, that means the shelter in place hasn&#039;t been lifted, and there are likely still entities from the AHS out there somewhere. Those officers outside have been dead for at least a few days, so who knows how things have progressed since this all began? He needs to move carefully. Especially seeing as how he&#039;s currently without any supplies, or means of defense against them. He knows better than to take the advice of the broadcast, and use a knife. He&#039;d get hacked to pieces before he could even get close enough to use it.

With this information in mind, Nar takes a moment to calm himself. He clears his thoughts. All the fears, and doubts that had guided his actions until now tucked away to allow for reason, and wisdom to take their place. First, he&#039;s going to need to gather some supplies. Find something to carry food, water, and other supplies in. Find a weapon that will actually give him a chance if he runs into an entity. Then, set off to the south side of Ponyville, to Asuka&#039;s house. 

Now, with a clear plan in mind, Nar takes a moment to search his parents house for supplies. Finding nothing of use beyond a few food items, he stashes what he can fit in his pockets, then sets out to begin the hunt for supplies.]]></content:encoded>
			<guid>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2420/home/</guid>
			<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2026 23:32:06 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Nar Yakushi</dc:creator>
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			<title>Prolonged Reflection (Pt. 2)</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2419/prolonged-reflection-pt-2/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[//Wee woo wee woo simple sentences, mention of canon character, and general cringe ahead//


The queen&#039;s attention shifted, to where she and her pe...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[//Wee woo wee woo simple sentences, mention of canon character, and general cringe ahead//


The queen&#039;s attention shifted, to where she and her people now hold dominion. She gave thought about her arrival here; what she told her followers; how many believed her words of a haven in the mountains, and with little to no questions. More importantly, of how when they arrived, there was...nothing.

No queen, no drones, yet minimal signs of conflict; nothing substantial to indicate if their society collapsed or if they themselves went through their own exodus. Regardless, the previous occupants were completely absent. A vacant kingdom, and its Hollow Shades below, as if it had been awaiting them all this time, for a new queen.

Inevitable that her mind would turn firther back into the past. Crystal streets still gleaming under black skies of the most stormy of days. Life felt normal, but noticeably off.Silence and an odd sense of acceptance where dissent would have been. This was probably where Cadenza&#039;s brand of fear came into play. Structured, yet emotionally chaotic in ways neither she nor her subjects could quite recall, aside from that it was supposedly intertwined in daily life.

What she could clearly remember, was looking behind at the border; the dome protecting the Crystal Kingdom from the forever harsh winters of The Far North, and the twinkling silhouettes of her flock from its shining brilliance. Beckoning them to return, but they know better, and kept trudging into uncertainty under the cover of perpetual darkness and unrelenting blizzards, away from Omelas.

Seen as a savior, and now queen. These weren&#039;t roles she had asked for, but they weren&#039;t ones she could afford to mishandle. But she is aware. She sees it in the way they carry themselves in her presence, or the rooms she had previously set hoof in...

Still, the manner of their arrival remains a concern. Security and patrol reports ruled out blind spots and infiltration. Something that could slip past all manner of wards and defenses, and simply be. She then consulted her court mages, which served to give more weight to the guards&#039; rumor that this stranger is indeed of another realm. 

Vanil’s gaze lifted toward the sealed doors, as if expecting a guard or another stranger to be eavesdropping, or rearing to barge in. Paranoia begin to flare up again. Her hooves felt restless, so she stood from her throne, and started pacing about the hall.
&quot;If one can arrive,&quot; she monologued, struggling to maintain a steady voice, &quot;others can.&quot; What if others would not arrive lost and disoriented? What if they arrived with purpose before they even cross whatever boundaries to reach here? Can they do it anywhere, anytime? Is it just the one, or are there already more? 

This made the stranger significant, especially given their method of entry and possible origin. Vanil’s ears flicked slightly as she pontificates. The stranger had shown fear, probably. Confusion, certainly. But not reverence. Not the quiet, instinctive deference Vanil had grown accustomed to among her own. She had been looked at directly. No higher expectation. Maybe a lower assumption.

Unaligned, and therefore:
Unpredictable, but useful.
Dangerous, but equally valuable.

She ceased her pacing in front of the doors. It&#039;s nearly time for her to speak with them, anyway. &quot;A variable,&quot; she concluded. One she had not accounted for, and would need to understand quickly.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2026 17:53:04 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Vanil</dc:creator>
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			<title>Another Day</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2418/another-day/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[(https://youtu.be/-5R9CrRkELo)

Up before the sun begins to peek over the horizon, Nar prepares himself for another early day at his restaurant. He&#039;...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[(https://youtu.be/-5R9CrRkELo)

Up before the sun begins to peek over the horizon, Nar prepares himself for another early day at his restaurant. He&#039;s as careful as can be when getting ready. He doesn&#039;t want to wake Amy, or Kishi up early. Shower, brush teeth, clothing, breakfast. An everyday routine by now. Nar&#039;s been working the 4 AM shift for over a year now. After his father was diagnosed over a year ago, he wanted to make sure his son would be able to take on all the duties of the restaurant if he passed away. Nar had desperately hoped it would never come to that, but unfortunately, it did. Now, he wakes up at 3 AM, 5 days a week (only an hour later on Sundays), for his 4am-2PM shifts at his restaurant. Not that he minds. He&#039;d still do this, even if his father were still here. 

Try as he might, sometimes Nar isn&#039;t as quiet as he wants to be with his morning routine. Around 10 minutes before he needs to leave, Nar hears the babbling voice of Kishi coming from his room upstairs. Going up to investigate, Nar finds the little colt stood at the edge of his crib, shaking the bars in an attempt to get his parents&#039; attention. Putting a finger up to his lips, Nar signals for Kishi to be quiet. &quot;Shhhhh. It&#039;s veeeeerrry early, sport. Mama needs her sleep.&quot; His voice is soft, and quiet. With Kishi&#039;s room being fairly close to the master bedroom, Nar doesn&#039;t want to risk waking Amy up. Kishi reaches up towards his father, and is quickly scooped up. As soon as Kishi is in his arms, Nar notices the smell coming off of him. Ah. Time for a diaper change. He places Kishi on the changing table in his room with great care. The little colt kicks his feet for a bit before Nar is able to calm him enough to get to work.  One changed diaper, and a thorough hand washing later, Nar puts Kishi back to bed, and sets out for work. 

The early morning air is cool, and refreshing on Nar&#039;s skate to work. A crisp, chilly breeze brushes against his fur. In a way, it reminds him of when he used to live in Vanhoover. Though, it&#039;s not nearly as cold, and there&#039;s not a flake of snow to be seen right now. On top of that, it&#039;s going to jump up to about 80 degrees by about 1 PM. So he plans to enjoy this cool, crisp air while he can.

Arriving at the restaurant just 3 minutes late, Nar heads inside to begin prep for today. Alone inside the restaurant for 5 hours, Nar prepares all the ingredients that will be needed for today&#039;s meals. He takes out the noodles he started yesterday to finish for today before starting another batch for tomorrow. Raw meats are portioned, and prepared to be cooked. The broths for today&#039;s soups  are started, and will be ready by the time customers start coming in at 10:30. It&#039;s a lot of work for one person, but Nar isn&#039;t about to ask any of his staff to wake up at 3 AM to be alone at the store until 9 AM. Most of his employees are young adults in college, or older folks who need their rest. Plus, he gets to listen to whatever he wants while no one else is here. So he can keep listening to his audiobooks while he works.

About an hour before the first opener is scheduled to come in, Nar receives a call. It&#039;s just a standard business call from one of his suppliers, telling him about a delay with one of the supplies he&#039;d ordered. Annoying, but not too uncommon. They&#039;ll be sending him extra when the shipment comes in to compensate. Thankfully, the rapport his dad has built up with the restaurant&#039;s suppliers, and business partners has followed Nar. He&#039;s had a pretty productive professional relationship with all the companies, and people his restaurant works with, and it&#039;s made running the place much smoother for him.

After the call, Nar goes to put his phone away. He pauses when he notices that his home screen background has changed. It seems like a drawing he made, but he doesn&#039;t remember doing so. The drawing has two crudely drawn faces, with a name under each. Once is of a filly with pastel blue fur, and white hair. Underneath her are the words &quot;COOKIE. DAUGHTER.&quot; The second drawing is of a mare with light orange hair, green eyes, and glasses. The text underneath her drawing reads &quot;AUTUMN. GIRLFRIEND.&quot; At the bottom of the screen, in big, bold letters is the word &quot;[b]REMEMBER[/b]&quot;. 

Why do those two look oddly familiar? Like... Like he knows them on a personal level? Nar stares down at the drawing. His mind trying to dredge up any memories about these two it can find. At first, all he finds are memories of Amy, and Kishi. Yet, as he begins to really focus on the memories, they begin to distort. Faces blur, and colors change. Entire scenes dredged up from the depths of his mind changing as they surface. Synapses fire rapidly. Kicking his thoughts into overdrive as he tries to piece everything together. 

A memory of a hospital room comes to the forefront. Amy lies in the bed, cradling newborn Kishi. Nar is crying, but... They aren&#039;t tears of joy. Why would he not be happy about his own son&#039;s birth? Amy&#039;s face begins to blur. Her colors shifting as though someone were using some sort of color filter on her. Her form begins to shift before him. Slowly, Amy&#039;s form becomes a blur of color, and features. Kishi disappears from her arms. Instead, a little pegasus girl clutches to his hand. She seems... concerned. Nar focuses on the woman in the hospital bed once more. Her form beginning to solidify before him. Orange hair, glasses, green eyes, bat wings. There&#039;s a cast on her leg. 

The memory hits him like a truck. Realization dawns like that of a divine revelation.

[b]This is not where I belong. [/b]]]></content:encoded>
			<guid>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2418/another-day/</guid>
			<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2026 15:49:22 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Nar Yakushi</dc:creator>
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			<title>Prolonged Reflections (Pt. 1)</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2416/prolonged-reflections-pt-1/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[[left]//AU of Vanil set within a theoretical timeline within the mirror world of the IDW run of MLP. Beep beep mentions of canon character(s), mediocr...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[left]//AU of Vanil set within a theoretical timeline within the mirror world of the IDW run of MLP. Beep beep mentions of canon character(s), mediocre writing and cringe up ahead. You&#039;ve been warned//[/left]
[left]
The murmurs and chatter in the throne room continued long after the stranger (you) had left the court. Vanil hadn&#039;t come to an absolute decision, yet, but for the moment they (you) are to be treated with hospitality, albeit with extremely limited access on castle grounds. A single tap on the armrest of her throne, and a wave of her hoof, unicorn queen dismissed the court with a reassuring smile. Advisors bowed, guards withdrew, and the great doors sealed with a low, resonant hum that lingered longer than usual. Silence reclaimed the hall. Only then did she allow herself to ponder on all that had transpired so far.
Her eyes gazed across the chamber, measured and quiet. Eyes unmoving within a throne room that had been modified with a fusion of two identities, or depending on perspective, the tacking of one over the other. The underlying architecture: arched, hexagonal patterns, unmistakably of hive origin and the warm, familiar banners, and furnishing of pony design. Above her, filtered light slipped through sparse skylines carved through the mountain itself, allowing sunlight to reflect off the still polished surfaces of the floors to light up the entire room. It was awe-inspiring, to say the least, even to those who have called the castle home for while at this point. The skylines and all manner of quirks of the interior, everything was intentional, unlike the stranger&#039;s appearance in the heart of the castle. 
Past the outer tunnels. The patrols. Past wards layered over years. Past other security redundancies she had insisted upon which bordered on paranoia. Past...it. Past everything she had built here.

Vanil exhaled slowly, relaxing her tense jaws, and let her gaze shift back to the skylines, in hopes to further clear her mind.

Beyond the mountain’s base lay the front: the shell kingdom of Emrald, once known to many as The Hollow Shades. Not the most creative name, admittedly, but the people have spoken and the name stuck. Relatively new, small, and unassuming, but precisely as visible as it needed to be. Trade caravans came and went, trading salt from deep mineral seams, and gems (hence the name) mined from the mountain’s veins in exchange for, the most part, foodstuffs. No one looked too closely at a kingdom that offered such value and asked for little, especially one coveted by far larger, stronger kingdoms as a promising trade ally. An upstart, yes, but a sensible one given its location and exports. A (mostly) neutral trading hub is the insurance. Its protection. 

And before it all. Deeper within the ranges of Foal Mountains...

An entire hidden population of crystal ponies who had followed one mare into uncertainty, whom now lived within walls that were never meant for them, but kept them safe nonetheless. This former hive kingdom runs with its own politics. Emrald is the cheerful veneer covering the shaky stability only Vanil knew. Her mind began reflecting on something else: her allies.

Vanil’s jaw tightened slightly.
The list had never been long, nor did it need to be. Discretion demanded restraint, after all. The dragons remain the most potent steadfast ally of Emrald, though the origin of their alliance are essentially from the import of high-quality gemstones. Yakyakistan, who also import gems, remained untrustworthy but neutral, for the gems they procured were to be tribute for The Crystal Empire. Almost no news from King Sombra, and no scouts could make it past the joint blockades set by Canterlot and The Crystal Empire. Rumor has it that he had a similar encounter with someone from the other side, and that was what grew the ire of two kingdoms. Who truly knows? But it must have been of such significance that the diarchs of Canterlot personally oversaw this blockade. No responses from the Diamond Dogs, or Chrysalis, the kirins or the southern enclaves. She did not resent them, though their absence was difficult to ignore. Each silence narrowed her margins in properly securing Emrald, and with it, the hive. Options were running low, and none of the ones available happen to be all that appealing.

It could be her ever-present paranoia, but Vanil believes that at some point, one way or another, rumors of the hive will spread. When it does, those not in the know might start looking closer, and dig. Cadence would notice, if she hadn&#039;t noticed already...
Vanil’s expression shifted from tense but deadpan, to a slight scowl, not one of anger, but one with recognition.

Fear shaped Cadence’s rule, among her subjects and herself. On her end, the fear wasn&#039;t irrational, but the kind that lingered, informed decisions, sharpened her perception. It made her careful, watchful, and ever so persistent. She had perfected the use of fear on herself so that she may better utilize the fear she casts upon those beneath her. Given time, she would follow the threads. Trade routes. Supply lines. Ears to the ground on possible quiet alliances. None would be safe. Anything that didn&#039;t add up would be a wound upon Vanil, and Cadence would be the hound tracking the blood, and it wouldn&#039;t just be because of some hidden hive kingdom full of her former subjects. This, Vanil is aware, more so than any one else in Equestria...

To be continued. Brain is fritters. Headache popping like kettle corn[/left]]]></content:encoded>
			<guid>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2416/prolonged-reflections-pt-1/</guid>
			<pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 19:12:36 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Vanil</dc:creator>
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			<title>Home. As it Always Has Been</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2414/home-as-it-always-has-been/</link>
			<description>Following a filling breakfast, and a little bit of quality time with his son, Kishi, Nar exits his house for his skate to work for the day. 

(https...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Following a filling breakfast, and a little bit of quality time with his son, Kishi, Nar exits his house for his skate to work for the day. 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8d_gB3HbcGw)

The warm, spring sun rests high in the sky, informing Nar that he&#039;s at least 4 hours, if not more, late for opening like he&#039;s supposed to be. After all, he&#039;s the owner of Yakushisoba now, and he has a duty to uphold his late father&#039;s legacy of hard work, and dedication! Wait... No... He doesn&#039;t own the restaurant. Does he? His father owns it. Right? No. No. His father passed away from cancer a few months ago. Just after Kishi was born. 

Nar pauses his skate, and shakes his head vigorously. There are memories jumbled around in his brain, and he&#039;s having trouble figuring out which ones are real or not. After a moment, two faces pop into his mind. Before he forgets them, Nar opens up a drawing app on his phone, and quickly (terribly) scribbles two faces down. Under one, he writes the words &quot;Cookie, Daughter.&quot; Underneath the other he writes &quot;Autumn, Girlfriend.&quot; Below it all, in big strokes he writes &quot;REMEMBER.&quot; A voice from nearby breaks Nar&#039;s attention away from his phone. &quot;Mornin&#039; Mr. Yakushi!&quot; A young colt calls out atop his bike. Nar smiles, waves, and greets the little colt by name. &quot;Good morning Astro! Enjoying your weekend?&quot; The young colt slows to a stop nearby to continue the conversation. &quot;Yep! Oh! And happy birthday!&quot; Little Astro beams. For some reason, Nar feels like he has some sort of bond with this boy. As if he&#039;s done something important for this boy that helped him in a time of great need. What it is, he can&#039;t remember though. Nar ruffles the little colt&#039;s helmet, then pats him on the back. &quot;Thanks, Astro. Remember to keep your helmet, knee, and elbow pads on when you&#039;re biking!&quot; The young colt nods enthusiastically before he begins to bike down the road again. &quot;Will do Mr. Yakushi! Have a good weekend!&quot;

On his skate to work, Nar finds himself greeted by almost every face he sees along the way. Young children beg him to join them for games of four square, and tag. A group of high school boys invite him to a pick up game of hockey at the rec center. People his age ask about hanging out after work, and older folks ask about him coming over for a chat, and some tea. All of which, he must politely decline. Seeing as how he&#039;s 4 hours late today, he&#039;s gotta stay extra late to make up for it! 

Arriving at Yakushisoba, Nar takes a moment to say a little prayer before the plaque honoring his father by the front door. Afterwards, he opens the door to head inside. Instantly, Nar is greeted by the voice of his middle sister from behind the counter. &quot;Only 4 hours late!&quot; Asuka shouts. A cheesy grin plastered on her face. &quot;Sorry, sorry!&quot; Nar says, raising his hands in a gesture of placating. &quot;I must have been really tired after last night.&quot; At this, Asuka&#039;s features soften. &quot;You were here until 2 AM. I don&#039;t blame you.&quot; Crossing behind the counter, Nar is pulled into a gentle hug by his sister before she releases him to let him get to the kitchen.

Right. He almost forgot that Asuka works here now. She quit her EMS job after dad got diagnosed about a year ago so she could take care of him. When dad passed, she needed something to pass the time, so Nar suggested she come on as co-owner of the family restaurant. Ever since then, Nar has run the Back of House operations, while Asuka handles Front of House. Even if Nar is technically the sole proprietor, he still likes for Asuka to have as much say in the restaurant as he does. Though, she does deffer to his superior experience most of the time.

Wait. NO! 

Asuka doesn&#039;t work here! She&#039;s still a paramedic! C&#039;mon man! Snap out of it! This isn&#039;t right! 

Nar chooses to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind screaming at him. Must just still be a little tired. 

Entering the kitchen, Nar is greeted with friendly faces, and some teasing banter from his staff about his tardiness. He apologizes, and informs them that he&#039;ll be staying to close to make up for it. Well, that doesn&#039;t go over well with the day shift manager, Bo. In his creole accent, he outright refuses to allow Nar to stay to close. Telling him that rest is just as important as work, and that he needs to spend time with his family. Nar tries to protest, but the staff all shut him down. He&#039;s leaving at 6 today, and there&#039;s nothing he can do to make them change their minds. 

Throughout the day, Nar works alongside his staff to prepare meals for their customers. Being the only authentic neighpanese restaurant in Ponyville means they can get quite busy! Even with a full kitchen crew, things are still quite hectic! Even so, Nar makes sure every member of his staff, including managers, get 30 minutes for a lunch break. He only begrudgingly when in turn, Bo demands he at least take a 15. 

While sitting in the designated employee break area of the dining room, the front door opens, and two familiar faces enter. Nar&#039;s face lights up as his wife, and child make their way to his booth to sit with him. &quot;Hey! I wasn&#039;t expecting to see you two at work!&quot; Nar&#039;s greeting is met with a kiss from Amy, and Kishi reaching out to be held. However, Amy pulls away before Nar can grab hold of his son. &quot;You need to focus on eating, mister. I know you aren&#039;t taking a 30.&quot; Amy&#039;s tone is light, and playful despite the scolding. &quot;Oh, c&#039;mon!&quot; Nar pouts. &quot;You know how quickly I can eat! I can still finish my food after a little bit of hug time!&quot; At this, Amy wags a finger back and forth. &quot;No buts, mister. You need a full belly for the rest of your shift. You can have hug time after you get home.&quot;  With that, Amy slides into the booth across from Nar to chat while he finishes his meal. Once his break is over, it&#039;s Asuka&#039;s turn to meet with Amy, and coo over her nephew. 

After a very busy shift, Nar is practically forced to leave by the night shift manager, Stella. She&#039;s an older mare, but not by much. Only in her early 60s, but she&#039;s been in the restaurant business longer than anyone else here. As sweet as apple pie most of the time, but more than willing to get mean if it&#039;s needed. Usually, directed towards rude customers who abuse the staff. Nobody yells at her babies on her watch! 

On the skate home, Nar stops by a local bakery to pick up a surprise gift for Amy, and Kishi. Completely unaware of the homemade cake the two made waiting for him when he gets home. The mare behind the counter talks his ear off the whole time. Seemingly overjoyed that he stopped by.

Once he arrives home, Nar is greeted by his wife, son, mother, sister, and a few friends for a surprise birthday party! Thankfully, they decide to keep things nice and relaxed. Even so, Nar finds himself nodding off near the end of it. As Nar sits on the couch, desperately fighting off the urge to conk out with Kishi in his lap, Amy and the others all help to clean up before saying their goodbyes. Nar doesn&#039;t make it to the last few guests. He, and Kishi both asleep on the couch together by the time Hiari, Asuka, and Juno come by to say goodbye.]]></content:encoded>
			<guid>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2414/home-as-it-always-has-been/</guid>
			<pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 15:08:35 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Nar Yakushi</dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[Luminosity&#039;s OC Helpful Workshop: Interests & Talents]]></title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2412/luminositys-oc-helpful-workshop-interests-talents/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[Hello again, this week we&#039;re gonna be talking about something that&#039;s pretty core to characters within the lens of MLP:FIM and their expanded territori...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Hello again, this week we&#039;re gonna be talking about something that&#039;s pretty core to characters within the lens of MLP:FIM and their expanded territories. Interests &amp; Talents. Now often within this setting, a particular interest or talent is selected to define the character in the way of a &#039;Cutiemark&#039; or at least some way to define them as a member of the community. While this is great design to encourage you to make them feel like they belong or have a purpose, this does not necessarily need to be the only thing they are interested in. Think about the things your character may also be interested in or skilled in. It could be a great place to think about things theyre interested in and are not good at as well. So what interests or talents does your character have? What Interests or Talents do they want to have? What interests or talents do they think they have?]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2026 19:49:07 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA["A Thousand Years - Transformation."]]></title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2409/a-thousand-years-transformation/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[[i][b][u]A Thousand Years - Transformation.[/u][/b][/i]

[i]How long has it been?[/i]
[i]How many ponies have I sank my fangs into?[/i]
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[i][b][u]A Thousand Years - Transformation.[/u][/b][/i]

[i]How long has it been?[/i]
[i]How many ponies have I sank my fangs into?[/i]

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The days bled into one another.
My mind became nothing but a haze.
My body ached, and yet it yearned for more.
Something changed.

My wounds have long healed, and strength has returned.
But with every pony that had an inkling of magic, I could not resist.
Blood and Magic intertwined, staining both fang and soul.
A never-ending abyss settled deep within my heart.

It came slowly, the change.
Muscles grew, and my senses sharpened.
Fangs elongated, and claws tore from my hooves.
Then came the feeling ... Magic. Fleeting, but there.

The more magic I consumed, the more drastic the changes became.
I could feel my maw split, scarring the tissue around my muzzle.
A stinging sensation, euphoric, peered from my head.
It was a horn ... or what could pass for one. And it resonated with Magic.

I knew I was becoming a monster.
But I could not stop. 
My body, mind, and soul ... they all succumbed.
And I fell so deeply.

The Moon became my only solace.
My only comfort was knowing she was still there.
Waiting ... waiting for just the right moment.
And I was ready.

Because, in the end, to bring back Her beautiful night for eternity ... she was going to need a [b]monster[/b], wasn&#039;t she?

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			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2026 14:14:32 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA["A Thousand Years."]]></title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2408/a-thousand-years/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[[i][b][u]A Thousand Years.[/u][/b][/i]

[i]No pony lives that long, not without changing.[/i]
[i]Why did I think I was any different?[/i]
...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[i][b][u]A Thousand Years.[/u][/b][/i]

[i]No pony lives that long, not without changing.[/i]
[i]Why did I think I was any different?[/i]

[hr]

Her defeat heralded the end. 
The end of a beautiful night enrapturing Equestria for eternity. 
Nightmare Moon was sealed away in the shimmering planetary body, and I was forced to take solace in the deep ranges of the Mountains.
Bleeding and broken. Death awaited my desire to give up.

Every inkling of darkness, I craved to bury myself in.
To feel even a shred of familiarity with the night she once brought.
But nothing came close.
Death did, however.

Solace came in the form of a Unicorn.
So far from home did they wander, stumbling across my body.
Words were drowned out, but their heartbeat wasn&#039;t. 
So full of magic. So full of [b]life[/b].

Help offered, only for it to be cut short by myopic aggression.
Fangs bared, found flesh. Screams echoed, muted.
Ichor flowed, and magic followed.
Magic. It wasn&#039;t blood that fueled me, but the magic inside them.

I could not stop. But I had to. 
The dead could not worship my Lady&#039;s night.
My fangs left, stained a hideous crimson.
The Unicorn fled, a bloodied mess.

I felt empowered. Healed. 
Something stirred in my chest, but it was fleeting.
I told myself I needed more.
But a faint voice whispered back:

[i]&quot;Do not harm those who would help you. You do not have to be alone.&quot;[/i]

I did not listen.
And the hunt began.

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			<guid>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2408/a-thousand-years/</guid>
			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2026 01:49:15 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[Saint L&#039;ethe]]></dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[That&#039;s a Wrap!]]></title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2407/thats-a-wrap/</link>
			<description>Filming has wrapped up for the day at studio 12. As the sun sets, the film crew packs up to retire to their lodgings for the night. Silver Stone sits ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Filming has wrapped up for the day at studio 12. As the sun sets, the film crew packs up to retire to their lodgings for the night. Silver Stone sits in his trailer, enjoying a nice meal whipped up by his personal chef as he winds down for the night. He takes a bite of the chicken cordon bleu masterfully crafted by Chef Gustav, and is brought back to a night from last week. Sat across from him is a cute, pink mare with long, blonde hair. She&#039;s dressed to the nines in a cutesy gothic dress, complete with giant black hair bow. Total 6.5/10 goth cutie. Nothing to write home about, but better looking that most of the women he&#039;s seen here in Ponyville. 

Then she starts to talk. She&#039;s got a cute, mildly high pitched voice. Little bit of a neighpanese accent to it, but not much. It starts off with typical first date stuff. Hobbies, how long she&#039;s lived here, big fan of his movies, ect. Then she gets to her career. Paramedic, apparently. Seems interesting. Maybe this date will be more than just Silver doing it to piss off his rival by going on a date with his sister. Wait, did she just say she saw a man&#039;s open ribcage? She&#039;s acting like that&#039;s a normal thing to experience. Oh dear SOL she&#039;s intense! She&#039;s talking about horrific bodily injury like the average person talks about an office job! This might be too much for Silver! On the other hand... If she&#039;s this intense in conversation, maybe she&#039;d be just as-

Silver&#039;s reminiscing is interrupted by the sound of shouting from outside. What the hell?! They interrupted him feeling sorry for himself for not trying to sleep with his date last week! 

The door to Silver&#039;s trailer opens. He peeks out into the sunset bathed studio to find what&#039;s left of the film crew fighting a pegasus, who appears to be trying to make his way to Silver&#039;s trailer. Whoever he is, he needs to knock it off! Silver can&#039;t enjoy his self-pity with all this shouting! Come to think of it. This guy looks a little familiar! Oh yeah! He&#039;s that guy who attacked the studio with Silver&#039;s rival, and his buddies a while back! Must be here to try and finish the beef! Too bad Silver isn&#039;t gonna let that happen! This celebrity beef is doing WONDERS for his publicity! 

Juno ducks a punch, and responds with an elbow to the attacker&#039;s chest. He front kicks another member of the film crew on his way up, and manages another step closer to Silver&#039;s trailer. Preferably, he&#039;d be doing this alongside Nar, but he&#039;s currently tied up taking care of the alicorn director. The explosion of magic from one of the studio&#039;s skylights tells him Nar is giving the guy one hell of a time. Juno deflects a sloppy hook, and moves to counter. He notices the shadow closing in from above too late. Juno barely manages to get his head up in time to see Silver&#039;s boots slam directly into his chest. Oh that BITCH! He STOLE my move! Juno hits the ground. The film crew parts like a sea to allow him to roll through. He comes to a stop on his back. The wind having rushed out of his lungs, making it difficult for him to rise. 

Slowly, Silver&#039;s face comes into view. The arrogant prick crouches down to give Juno a VERY detailed critique of his appearance. Then, he scowls. &quot;Can&#039;t believe Mandy got with an ugly piece of shit like you.&quot; Juno&#039;s head is lifted off of the ground by his hair. He tries to fight back, but his arms feel like lead. Silver cocks back his fist, and the last thing Juno sees is it flying directly towards his face.

(https://youtu.be/akjVF9oRwWg)

Silver drops the now unconscious Juno back to the pavement, and rises just in time to witness the door of the studio burst open. His startled film crew don&#039;t react in time when the director is thrown at them. The alicorn slams into 3 of the prop team, who all go down in a heap. The rest try to form up as a yellow blur rockets towards them. A set of rollerblade wheels connect with a knee, and one of the film crew goes down with a shocked scream. A roundhouse kick collides with another&#039;s side, sending him to the floor. Silver unfurls his wings, and lets loose a gust of wind, slowing the yellow blur just enough for him to realize what it is. 

Nar is forced to call off his attack due to Silver&#039;s gust, but he doesn&#039;t stop moving. Atop his rollerblades, Nar zips around the remainder of the film crew. He picks them off one by one in hit and run attacks. Like a sole predator picking off a group of prey protecting their leader. They try to respond, but Nar is just too fast. He&#039;s well out of reach before they can manage to counter one of his attacks! 

&quot;Quit hiding behind your film crew, pussy!&quot; Nar stops just long enough to shout from a safe distance before he resumes his attacks. &quot;Oh, you wanna go Mano e Mano?&quot; Silver asks, muscling one of the camera men aside. &quot;Take off those rolelrskates of yours, and I&#039;ll kick your ass the old fashioned way!&quot; He bellows, slamming his fist into his palm. &quot;I&#039;m a damn black belt in Judo!&quot; Silver sees the kick coming just in time. He manages to get his hands up, and block the kick, but the impact sends blunt pain all across his forearms. Silver shifts to attempt a grapple, but Nar&#039;s rollerblades allow him to swiftly retreat before Silver can manage to grab hold. He quickly retreats back into the remainder of the film crew, only to realize it&#039;s not going to last long. Nar&#039;s just going to pick the rest off, then come after him again. He can&#039;t fight Nar if the guy won&#039;t stop moving so damn fast! 

Plan B! The beef MUST continue! He NEEDS the publicity! (Author&#039;s Note: No he doesn&#039;t.) He&#039;ll withdraw for now, then, strike when Nar is least expecting it! Silver flaps his wings to lift himself into the sky. The gust of wind nearly knocks the rest of the film crew onto the ground! Silver surveys the area. He spots a blur of motion head behind one of the trailers, then vanish. Hah! Nar must realize he can&#039;t win, and is running away! Either way, he should still retreat for now! It could be a trick. 

Silver rises into the air with a few flaps from his magnificent wings. One of the film crew shouts out from below. &quot;Loom out! Behind you!&quot; Silver turns to look. The sight before him causes him to pause. Nar is FLYING?! How!? He&#039;s a unicorn!

And then, Nar&#039;s rollerbladed kick collides with Silver&#039;s face, sending the pegasus crashing back to the ground. His film crew form a living cushion to break his fall, but he&#039;s unconscious well before he lands on them. 

(https://youtu.be/HiDYP7MTJ-k)

Nar&#039;s landing is far more graceful than Silver&#039;s. He lands on the pavement, and initiates a powerslide to come to a stop. Afterward, he turns to inspect his work. Silver lays atop his film crew in a heap. Coming closer to inspect, Nar finds Silver unconscious, but already beginning to stir. Wait... I won the beef! I knocked Silver out! That means I win! 

Silver&#039;s eyes slowly begin to open. His mind practically restarting from the impact of the kick. As soon as he sees Nar standing over him, looking far too smug for his liking. He knows what this means. Silver lifts his hands, and both his wings in order to flip is rival off. He manages a weak &quot;Fuck you.&quot; before he lowers his wings. &quot;Sucks to suck, asshole.&quot; Nar retorts, with a pointed thumbs down. &quot;Bitch.&quot; Silver responds, as Nar stands to turn around. &quot;Dickweed.&quot; Responds Nar, beginning to skate away. &quot;Shitstain.&quot; &quot;Asswipe.&quot; &quot;Bastard.&quot; &quot;Incel.&quot; 

Juno awakens to Nar&#039;s extended hand. Taking his friend&#039;s hand, Juno is lifted to a standing position, where Nar puts Juno&#039;s hand over his shoulder. His arm wraps around Juno&#039;s back, holding his side in order to keep him from falling. &quot;I take it we won?&quot; Juno asks, still coming to. &quot;Yep. He tried to run, but I kicked his fucking teeth in.&quot; Nar responds, quite gleefully. &quot;Nice. Celebrate with Frontigua?&quot; &quot;Nah. I gotta pick Cookie up from Ausuka&#039;s tonight, and you know she doesn&#039;t like Frontigua. I was thinking we&#039;d grab some Coldbone ice cream instead.&quot; &quot;That works for me. Ice cream&#039;s on me.&quot;

With that, the two friends walk out of studio 12, and begin their walk to Asuka&#039;s house. It&#039;s time for some ice cream! Though, Asuka isn&#039;t invited. She&#039;s a TRAITOR! Hiari can come if she wants though. She&#039;s cool. ]]></content:encoded>
			<guid>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2407/thats-a-wrap/</guid>
			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2026 00:05:30 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Nar Yakushi</dc:creator>
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			<title>Imposter!</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2406/imposter/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[With both Ruby, and Roy having been knocked out of the celebrity beef, as well as the majority of Silver&#039;s film crew, the beef has slowed down quite c...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[With both Ruby, and Roy having been knocked out of the celebrity beef, as well as the majority of Silver&#039;s film crew, the beef has slowed down quite considerably. Nar, and Juno don&#039;t want to risk another attack on the film studio, and Silver hasn&#039;t even been seen in public since the last one. There is that strange fake Nar running around somewhere, but it hasn&#039;t been seen since it knocked Roy out of the beef. At this point, Nar is wondering if Silver wants to end the beef in a draw, but just isn&#039;t willing to be the one to offer it. 

Well, now&#039;s not the time to be thinking about that. Right now, Nar needs to think about what he wants to put in the little care package he&#039;s putting together for Autumn. He&#039;s fairly certain of what he wants to get her, but he wants some extra opinions. So, this afternoon, Nar, Asuka, and Scrappy roam Ponyville&#039;s shopping district in order to put together the perfect care package for Autumn. So far, they&#039;ve found a nice basket to put everything in, as well as a nice neck pillow that should hopefully help Autumn stay comfortable during her long writing sessions.

The cool spring air is a welcome reprieve after the stuffy air of the small bookstore the trio has just left. Taking a long, deep breath, Nar lets out a satisfied sigh. &quot;Thanks again for the help, you guys.&quot; Asuka gives her big brother a playful punch in the arm. &quot;It&#039;s nothing. Pretty sure you could have managed this on your own. You know Autumn better than either of us. Still appreciate you letting us tag along though.&quot; Scrappy nods along, paying more attention to the gacha mobile game on her phone than her bandmates. So much so, that she doesn&#039;t realize they&#039;ve stopped walking. That is, until she bumps into someone on the sidewalk, letting out a surprised &quot;Eep!&quot; A large shadow looms overhead. &quot;S-sorry.&quot; She barely manages as she backs away, then looks up. When she sees who it is she&#039;s bumped into, her face turns the same shade of red as a tomato. &quot;S-Silver Stone!&quot; She gasps. Suddenly acutely aware of how plainly she&#039;s dressed. Behind her, she hears Asuka ask Nar &quot;How do I look?&quot; in an all too excited tone. Screw you Asuka! This is MY chance! 

&#039;So. THAT&#039;S the fake me that attacked Roy. Of course Silver&#039;s behind it.&#039; Nar grits his teeth, glaring daggers at the actor, and the other him stood beside the grade A douchebag. Scrappy tries to introduce herself, but Silver just gently pushes her aside like one would a toddler. He doesn&#039;t even move or anything, he just doesn&#039;t want her blocking Nar&#039;s view. &quot;O-okay. I&#039;ll stand over here.&quot; Scrappy states sheepishly, digging the toe of her shoe into the sidewalk. &quot;Let me guess. You&#039;re not here to end this mano e mano.&quot; Nar states, blunt as can be. &quot;Why would I? When I can make you do it yourself?&quot;

(https://youtu.be/NQyIP4S7YuY)

Nar barely has time to get his hands up to block a punch aimed for his face. Holy shit! That imposter is FAST! The impact of the blow sends Nar, and his imposter sliding about a quarter of a block down the sidewalk. Asuka gives one glance over her shoulder, then turns back to Silver, running a hand through her hair. Now that he brother was out of the way, it&#039;s time to put the moves on Silver!

A rapid series of punches and kicks puts Nar on the defensive right off the bat.  He blocks a few strikes, dodges others, but some still get through. Every hit feels like a sledgehammer hitting him full force. Not good! If he loses here, he loses the beef altogether! Even if Juno is still up! A deflected punch leaves Nar an opening! He strikes the imposter&#039;s chin with a jab. The resounding &quot;TUNG&quot; from the impact is so loud that even Asuka stops her flirting to see what just happened. Both combatants stand as if locked in place. Nar&#039;s fist still up against the imposter&#039;s chin. The imposter stares at Nar, as if waiting for him to realize he&#039;s just punched solid steel. Nar&#039;s face contorts. He feels like he either broke, or sprained something in his hand, but he&#039;s determined not to let Silver see him in pain. A front kick from the imposter knocks Nar back, and gives the imposter some room to come at him from the side. Both combatants too focused on each other to notice the shadow rapidly approaching overhead. 

Nar sees the hook coming for him just a second too late! He can only get his arms up enough to deflect the blow, even then, it&#039;ll still hit his head! Brace for impact!

A blur slams into the imposter, smashing it into the sidewalk! Juno&#039;s diving dropkick just kept them in the beef! No time for thanks though! The imposter seems to use miniature thrusters to push itself back onto it&#039;s feet, throwing Juno off in the process! Thinking quickly, Nar reaches into his satchel, removing a shiny, new metal baseball bat from within. The imposter remains focused on Nar. It moves in to resume it&#039;s assault, only to be forced on the defense when Nar&#039;s bat arcs towards it&#039;s head. It blocks the blow with one arm, denting the metal plating there, and retaliates with a quick jab to Nar&#039;s stomach. 

Dear FUCK that REALLY hurt! Nar drops to a knee, only to quickly push himself back up, and away in time to avoid the sledgehammer like fists coming down for his head. The impostor&#039;s fists crash into the sidewalk, causing a few rather large cracks to form. Juno&#039;s foot connects with the side of the impostor&#039;s head with little visible effect. The reaction is a quick sweeping kick that forces Juno to hop back. Nar tries to stand fully, but the surge of pain from his stomach causes him to double over a little. He manages to get his bat up in time to block a strike from the imposter.

Scrappy watches Asuka with nothing short of pure spite welling in her heart. She couldn&#039;t manage to muster the confidence to actually try anything when she was finally met face to face with Silver. Asuka, on the other hand had zero issues strutting up to Silver to hit on him with an ungodly amount of confidence. The worst part? It was WORKING! The rage swelling inside makes it difficult for Scrappy to really understand what either of them are saying, but she has an idea. It looks like Silver likes Asuka&#039;s confidence, and... Wait, did he just say he likes a woman who would-... No. No.. Must have been her imagination. He just likes assertive women. Something Scrappy is not. Damn you, and your lack of fear, Asuka! This was supposed to-!

An explosion from down the street pulls everyone&#039;s attention back towards the fight. Scrappy looks back just in time to see Nar slam into the sidewalk from an angle, and roll a few feet before coming to a stop. She looks around for a second, but can&#039;t see the impostor, or Juno. Well... Looks like.... Oh wait, Nar is rolling over. He&#039;s not unconscious, or dead. Looks like the beef&#039;s still on.

A shadow rapidly enlarges on the sidewalk in front of Nar. He somehow manages to get to his feet, and assume a stance with his bat as Scrappy sees the entangled forms of Juno, and the impostor nose-diving for the ground. She wants to turn away before she witnesses her bandmate become a pink splatter on the sidewalk, but she can&#039;t!

At the last second, Juno manages to free himself from the impostor, and flap his wings just enough to avoid his head slamming into the ground. He manages to flip himself around so that he lands on his back with much less force. The impostor slams into the sidewalk, causing concrete dust to fly up into the air! For a few moments, Scrappy can&#039;t see anything! 

Then, a shadow begins to rise from the dust. As it begins to clear, Scrappy sees the impostor rising. Only, half of it&#039;s body isn&#039;t Nar anymore. It looks like a robotic changeling! There&#039;s a whoosh of air, a loud &quot;CLANG!&quot;, and then, the impostor&#039;s head is sent flying through the air! The disguise drops fully, revealing the form of a now headless, robotic changeling. Nar pokes the body with his bat, causing it to tip over, and slam onto the concrete, inert. 

&quot;So, dinner at 6?&quot; Silver&#039;s smooth voice comes from behind Scrappy. Asuka&#039;s voice responds with &quot;See you then.&quot; By the time Scrappy turns around, Silver lifts off into the air to leave. She hears Juno unfurl his wings behind her to give chance, but he&#039;s stopped by Nar&#039;s hand clapping onto his shoulder. &quot;Not worth it.&quot; Nar gasps, between ragged breaths. &quot;We&#039;re too injured to win a fight against him right now.&quot; Another ragged gasp. &quot;Think that&#039;s the last of his tricks anyway.&quot; 

Looking back at Asuka looking so smug makes Scrappy really wish she&#039;d joined the beef on Nar&#039;s side. She hopes he and Juno kick Silver&#039;s ass for treating her like crap! Not his face though! It&#039;s too handsome to be covered in bruises! ]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2026 15:57:37 +0000</pubDate>
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