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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've been warned//[/left]
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The murmurs and chatter in the throne room continued long after the stranger (you) had left the court. Vanil hadn'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'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'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'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't add up would be a wound upon Vanil, and Cadence would be the hound tracking the blood, and it wouldn'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>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 19:12:36 +0000</pubDate>
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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's at least 4 hours, if not more, late for opening like he's supposed to be. After all, he's the owner of Yakushisoba now, and he has a duty to uphold his late father's legacy of hard work, and dedication! Wait... No... He doesn'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'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 "Cookie, Daughter." Underneath the other he writes "Autumn, Girlfriend." Below it all, in big strokes he writes "REMEMBER." A voice from nearby breaks Nar's attention away from his phone. "Mornin' Mr. Yakushi!" A young colt calls out atop his bike. Nar smiles, waves, and greets the little colt by name. "Good morning Astro! Enjoying your weekend?" The young colt slows to a stop nearby to continue the conversation. "Yep! Oh! And happy birthday!" Little Astro beams. For some reason, Nar feels like he has some sort of bond with this boy. As if he's done something important for this boy that helped him in a time of great need. What it is, he can't remember though. Nar ruffles the little colt's helmet, then pats him on the back. "Thanks, Astro. Remember to keep your helmet, knee, and elbow pads on when you're biking!" The young colt nods enthusiastically before he begins to bike down the road again. "Will do Mr. Yakushi! Have a good weekend!"

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's 4 hours late today, he'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. "Only 4 hours late!" Asuka shouts. A cheesy grin plastered on her face. "Sorry, sorry!" Nar says, raising his hands in a gesture of placating. "I must have been really tired after last night." At this, Asuka's features soften. "You were here until 2 AM. I don't blame you." 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't work here! She's still a paramedic! C'mon man! Snap out of it! This isn'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'll be staying to close to make up for it. Well, that doesn'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's leaving at 6 today, and there'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's face lights up as his wife, and child make their way to his booth to sit with him. "Hey! I wasn't expecting to see you two at work!" Nar'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. "You need to focus on eating, mister. I know you aren't taking a 30." Amy's tone is light, and playful despite the scolding. "Oh, c'mon!" Nar pouts. "You know how quickly I can eat! I can still finish my food after a little bit of hug time!" At this, Amy wags a finger back and forth. "No buts, mister. You need a full belly for the rest of your shift. You can have hug time after you get home."  With that, Amy slides into the booth across from Nar to chat while he finishes his meal. Once his break is over, it's Asuka'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's an older mare, but not by much. Only in her early 60s, but she'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'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'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>The Oak Wasnt Still</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2413/the-oak-wasnt-still/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[[left]And so the oak was still. [/left]
Though there was an old abandoned nest idling in its twigs
Though there were claw marks in its bark.
Though...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[left]And so the oak was still. [/left]
Though there was an old abandoned nest idling in its twigs
Though there were claw marks in its bark.
Though there was scorched licks upon its trunk.
Though there was fungi at its roots. 
Though there were aphids nibbling on its flowers
Though there was a squirrel bounding off its branches
And though there was sunlight among its leaves. 
The oak was still. 

#greenhoofmonth]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2026 11:40:33 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Flam</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're gonna be talking about something that's pretty core to characters within the lens of MLP:FIM and their expanded territories. Interests & Talents. Now often within this setting, a particular interest or talent is selected to define the character in the way of a 'Cutiemark' 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>
			<dc:creator>Luminosity</dc:creator>
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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]
...]]></description>
			<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]

[hr]

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't she?

[hr]
Art made by:
Snow Storm]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2026 14:14:32 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[Saint L&#039;ethe]]></dc:creator>
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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'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'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'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]"Do not harm those who would help you. You do not have to be alone."[/i]

I did not listen.
And the hunt began.

[hr]

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Snow Storm]]></content:encoded>
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			<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'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's seen here in Ponyville. 

Then she starts to talk. She'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'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's open ribcage? She's acting like that's a normal thing to experience. Oh dear SOL she's intense! She'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's this intense in conversation, maybe she'd be just as-

Silver'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's trailer opens. He peeks out into the sunset bathed studio to find what's left of the film crew fighting a pegasus, who appears to be trying to make his way to Silver's trailer. Whoever he is, he needs to knock it off! Silver can't enjoy his self-pity with all this shouting! Come to think of it. This guy looks a little familiar! Oh yeah! He's that guy who attacked the studio with Silver's rival, and his buddies a while back! Must be here to try and finish the beef! Too bad Silver isn'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's chest. He front kicks another member of the film crew on his way up, and manages another step closer to Silver's trailer. Preferably, he'd be doing this alongside Nar, but he's currently tied up taking care of the alicorn director. The explosion of magic from one of the studio'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'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's face comes into view. The arrogant prick crouches down to give Juno a VERY detailed critique of his appearance. Then, he scowls. "Can't believe Mandy got with an ugly piece of shit like you." Juno'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'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'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's gust, but he doesn'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's well out of reach before they can manage to counter one of his attacks! 

"Quit hiding behind your film crew, pussy!" Nar stops just long enough to shout from a safe distance before he resumes his attacks. "Oh, you wanna go Mano e Mano?" Silver asks, muscling one of the camera men aside. "Take off those rolelrskates of yours, and I'll kick your ass the old fashioned way!" He bellows, slamming his fist into his palm. "I'm a damn black belt in Judo!" 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'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's not going to last long. Nar's just going to pick the rest off, then come after him again. He can't fight Nar if the guy won't stop moving so damn fast! 

Plan B! The beef MUST continue! He NEEDS the publicity! (Author's Note: No he doesn't.) He'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'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. "Loom out! Behind you!" Silver turns to look. The sight before him causes him to pause. Nar is FLYING?! How!? He's a unicorn!

And then, Nar's rollerbladed kick collides with Silver's face, sending the pegasus crashing back to the ground. His film crew form a living cushion to break his fall, but he's unconscious well before he lands on them. 

(https://youtu.be/HiDYP7MTJ-k)

Nar's landing is far more graceful than Silver'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'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 "Fuck you." before he lowers his wings. "Sucks to suck, asshole." Nar retorts, with a pointed thumbs down. "Bitch." Silver responds, as Nar stands to turn around. "Dickweed." Responds Nar, beginning to skate away. "Shitstain." "Asswipe." "Bastard." "Incel." 

Juno awakens to Nar's extended hand. Taking his friend's hand, Juno is lifted to a standing position, where Nar puts Juno's hand over his shoulder. His arm wraps around Juno's back, holding his side in order to keep him from falling. "I take it we won?" Juno asks, still coming to. "Yep. He tried to run, but I kicked his fucking teeth in." Nar responds, quite gleefully. "Nice. Celebrate with Frontigua?" "Nah. I gotta pick Cookie up from Ausuka's tonight, and you know she doesn't like Frontigua. I was thinking we'd grab some Coldbone ice cream instead." "That works for me. Ice cream's on me."

With that, the two friends walk out of studio 12, and begin their walk to Asuka's house. It's time for some ice cream! Though, Asuka isn't invited. She's a TRAITOR! Hiari can come if she wants though. She'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's film crew, the beef has slowed down quite considerably. Nar, and Juno don't want to risk another attack on the film studio, and Silver hasn't even been seen in public since the last one. There is that strange fake Nar running around somewhere, but it hasn'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't willing to be the one to offer it. 

Well, now'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's putting together for Autumn. He'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's shopping district in order to put together the perfect care package for Autumn. So far, they'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. "Thanks again for the help, you guys." Asuka gives her big brother a playful punch in the arm. "It'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." Scrappy nods along, paying more attention to the gacha mobile game on her phone than her bandmates. So much so, that she doesn't realize they've stopped walking. That is, until she bumps into someone on the sidewalk, letting out a surprised "Eep!" A large shadow looms overhead. "S-sorry." She barely manages as she backs away, then looks up. When she sees who it is she's bumped into, her face turns the same shade of red as a tomato. "S-Silver Stone!" She gasps. Suddenly acutely aware of how plainly she's dressed. Behind her, she hears Asuka ask Nar "How do I look?" in an all too excited tone. Screw you Asuka! This is MY chance! 

'So. THAT'S the fake me that attacked Roy. Of course Silver's behind it.' 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't even move or anything, he just doesn't want her blocking Nar's view. "O-okay. I'll stand over here." Scrappy states sheepishly, digging the toe of her shoe into the sidewalk. "Let me guess. You're not here to end this mano e mano." Nar states, blunt as can be. "Why would I? When I can make you do it yourself?"

(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'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's chin with a jab. The resounding "TUNG" 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's fist still up against the imposter's chin. The imposter stares at Nar, as if waiting for him to realize he's just punched solid steel. Nar's face contorts. He feels like he either broke, or sprained something in his hand, but he'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'll still hit his head! Brace for impact!

A blur slams into the imposter, smashing it into the sidewalk! Juno'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'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's assault, only to be forced on the defense when Nar's bat arcs towards it's head. It blocks the blow with one arm, denting the metal plating there, and retaliates with a quick jab to Nar'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's fists crash into the sidewalk, causing a few rather large cracks to form. Juno's foot connects with the side of the impostor'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'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'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'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't see the impostor, or Juno. Well... Looks like.... Oh wait, Nar is rolling over. He's not unconscious, or dead. Looks like the beef'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'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'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's body isn't Nar anymore. It looks like a robotic changeling! There's a whoosh of air, a loud "CLANG!", and then, the impostor'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. 

"So, dinner at 6?" Silver's smooth voice comes from behind Scrappy. Asuka's voice responds with "See you then." 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's stopped by Nar's hand clapping onto his shoulder. "Not worth it." Nar gasps, between ragged breaths. "We're too injured to win a fight against him right now." Another ragged gasp. "Think that's the last of his tricks anyway." 

Looking back at Asuka looking so smug makes Scrappy really wish she'd joined the beef on Nar's side. She hopes he and Juno kick Silver's ass for treating her like crap! Not his face though! It's too handsome to be covered in bruises! ]]></content:encoded>
			<guid>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2406/imposter/</guid>
			<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2026 15:57:37 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Nar Yakushi</dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[A Colt Scout&#039;s Duty!]]></title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2405/a-colt-scouts-duty/</link>
			<description>Summer, 2007, Lake Evertide Campgrounds, Ponyville. 

(https://youtu.be/kQ1IuVQ81KU)

The call of a bugle signals the start of a new day for Colt ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Summer, 2007, Lake Evertide Campgrounds, Ponyville. 

(https://youtu.be/kQ1IuVQ81KU)

The call of a bugle signals the start of a new day for Colt Scout troop 10. In their shared tent scouts Nar, and Juno rouse from their slumber. Both nine year olds slip out of their sleeping bags, and do their best to neatly roll them up before exiting the tent. Once out of their tent, the best friends meet up with the rest of their troop for breakfast. Among the large group of 7-10 year olds are a handful of scouts from the older groups in the troop, some adult chaperones, and the scoutmaster. The smell of propane mixes with the smell of cooking meats, and cheese as the older among the scouts prepare a breakfast of sausage and cheese quesadillas for the rest of the troop. After everyone's gotten their fill, the scoutmaster assigns groups for today's activities. In group 4, Nar, and Juno will be paired up with 4 other boys, and an older scout for a hike.  One of the other boys in the group happens to be neighborhood friend of theirs. A little mule named Manny. 

After breakfast is finished, the scouts all help clean up the camp, then split off for their activities for the day. As group 4 begins their walk to their designated trail, the older scout informs them that this won't just be a normal hike. They're going to be hiking through a trail known for it's diverse variety of mushrooms along it. Why specifically this trail? Because the older scout is going to quiz them for a chance for them to earn their mycology badge! Going on a hike is exciting, but adding another badge to their sashes is even more exciting! 

Once the group has arrived at the trail, the older scout goes over the trail rules with the younger boys. Firstly, stay on the trail at all times. Second, don't disturb the wildlife. Third, be respectful to the nature around you. Fourth, stay with the group. The young boys repeat each rule alongside their older guide. Once the older scout is certain each scout knows the trail rules, the group begins their hike. 

Rays of sunlight peek through the canopy, bathing the woods below in warm sunlight. The calls of birds, and sounds of nature surround group 4 along their hike. Throughout the hike, the group passes by a wide variety of mushrooms. Some of which, the older scout stops the group to quiz on. Each time they stop, he picks a different scout to answer what type of fungus they're looking at, and takes a tally of each scout's correct answers. Group leader Juno has a perfect 5/5 score so far! While poor little goofball Nar is struggling with only 2 of 5 correct guesses. To be fair to the little scout, he doesn't do well in classroom type environments, which is where they learned about most of these fungi. He's much better with the more active, and involved parts of scouting. He clearly seems upset every time he gets an answer wrong, but it doesn't seem to last. A few steps later, and he's back to his usual smiley self. 

Along their hike, the group is sure to take stops to rest every so often. Each boy taking a few sips of water from their canteen, and maybe a few bites of a granola bar. It's important to pace yourself, and stay hydrated, and energized when you're out on a hike! During one break about halfway through the hike, Manny raises a hand to get the older scout's attention. "Yes, Manny?" The older scout asks. "I think I hear someone over that way, Birch." Manny turns to point towards a side trail slightly ahead of where the group has stopped to rest. The group goes quiet to listen. Sure enough, they can hear what sounds like a little voice in the distant woods. It's hard to make anything out from this distance, but the voice sounds distressed. 

Before the older scout can even get a word in, Nar slings his bag back over his shoulders, and takes a step up the trail. "C'mon guys! Someone needs our help!" The older scout smiles warmly, watching as the rest of the group prepares to move. "Remember the motto, scouts." The older scout states as he begins to lead the others towards the trail the voice is coming from. 

"To do my duty, and always help others!" All 6 little boys respond in unison. 

As the group enters the side trail, the voice beyond becomes more clear. "Mommy! Daddy!" The voice of a young girl cries out between distraught sobs. The cries seem to hasten every scouts' steps. Each eager to do their duty, and help someone in need! A little ways from the side trail's entrance, the older scout spots someone in the distance. A little girl, sat in the center of the trail, crying for her parents, and presumably, siblings. "Hello!" He calls out. "Are you okay?" The girl looks no older than 6. Far too young to be out on a trail like this! The girl's eyes widen at the sight of the 7 uniformed boys approaching her. Her cries turn into whimpers. She pushes herself up, but does not approach. When the scouts get close enough, the older scout kneels down to check if the little girl is injured. "It's okay, we're here to help. Do you know where your mommy, and daddy are?" The girl shakes her head, letting out a little gasping sob. "Don't worry!" Juno says, puffing out his chest. "We're colt scouts! We'll help you find your mom, and dad!" The girls eyes widen again. So cool! "What's your name?" The older scout asks, finishing up his examination. No visible injuries. "Candy..." The little girl responds with another sniffle. The older scout gives her a reassuring smile. "Ok Candy, I'm Birch!. Why don't you come with us? We'll take you back to our camp so our scoutmaster can help find your mom and dad." With a small nod, little Candy takes Birch's hand, allowing herself to be lead as the colt scout group turns back to head back to the main trail.

Along the way, Nar approaches Candy while rifling through his bag. "Are you hungry?" He pulls an unopened granola bar from his pack, and offers it to the little girl. He'd been saving it for himself after the hike, but giving it to someone who needs it was what a scout should do! Candy takes the bar with a quiet "Thank you." Nar feels his chest swell with pride, knowing he's fulfilling the scout's oath! A few moments later, Nar is replaced by Juno, who offers Candy some water from his canteen. He's about to just hand her the canteen when he remembers what he was taught. Drinking water from the same canteen as someone else can spread germs, and get people sick! He then takes the a cup from his pack, and fills it with water to hand to Candy, who gratefully drinks the whole cup in one go. 

Unfortunately for the scouts, their mycology badges will have to wait, as they'll be turning back to head back to camp. That's okay though! Helping Candy find her parents is more important than any number of badges! Throughout the hike back, the boys talk to Candy. They ask about what school she goes to, what kinds of cartoons she likes, and her favorite foods. Birch asks about how she ended up along on the trail. To which, Candy tells him that she was on a walk with her family, when her older sisters dared her to go down a side trail, and not stop until they said so. Being a child, she didn't understand that her sisters weren't going to follow her to tell her wen to stop. She didn't stop until she was a ways in, and realized her sisters weren't there. How cruel! What would have happened if the scouts hadn't come along?! 

Once the group makes it back to camp, Birch takes Candy to see the scoutmaster. She makes sure to thank each scout individually before they leave. When Birch returns, he has some good news! The boys may not be getting their mycology badges, but they will be getting a rescue badge! This calls for extra smores at tonight's campfire! ]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:09:09 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Nar Yakushi</dc:creator>
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			<title>Audio File #7. Title : Manifestation ( Part 7/9 )</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2404/audio-file-7-title-manifestation-part-7-9/</link>
			<description>They felt the cold breath too... Described every last detail of what transpired mere moments ago. So, was it in your town? Was it just biding its time...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[They felt the cold breath too... Described every last detail of what transpired mere moments ago. So, was it in your town? Was it just biding its time? Was it stalking you right now? There was no real point in panicking. Predators often react more aggressively to sacred prey; they see them as easy pickings. One good thing that came from the whole damn thing is that you knew how to stun it if needed, how to tell if it was chasing you, and how to avoid it. There are three more disks left, the last two with a real Title was called Manifestation and Costs That Weren't Ready To Be Paid. The other two were disks with the changed titles Hunted and They. Maybe Manifestation will change also? Only one way to find out. You inserted the last disk in the device, and the audio began to play.

" Day: 9. Fifteen minutes until exfil. Don't ask me how we survived this long; I have no idea. But that's not to say that the minutes we survived didn't come without a price. We all smell like rotting meat, have multiple lacerations and bite wounds, and we're all becoming more anxious by the minute. It's not made any better that we have to keep moving. The only real hope we had was that we knew where the exfil was going to be. We've confirmed that what we call the Festering is a single entity, no infection risk. It's literally wearing what's left of poppy. We can still hear her calling to kill her, but we aren't sure if it is her or just the Festering imitating her. It's hard to be the reliable one in this situation; I'm just as scared and petrified as everyone else. We're doing what we can to get outta here alive and together. " A low crying filled the air, getting louder and louder every second.

" Shit....... everyone, smear yourself in what rotten meat you have left, and play dead. Signing off. " The audio cut, the disk slid out, still with the same title. That was significantly shorter than the others, but the reason was already given. The Festering was closing in. Clearly, they made it out alive. Who else would've continued to make the floppy disks? And exfil was on their way, all you can do is hope that the survivors make it out. And that they didn't take anything with them.]]></content:encoded>
			<guid>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2404/audio-file-7-title-manifestation-part-7-9/</guid>
			<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2026 21:06:37 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Silent V Dusk</dc:creator>
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			<title>Lights! Camera! Kick His Crap In!</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2403/lights-camera-kick-his-crap-in/</link>
			<description>The fight through the movie studio has been a grueling one. Despite being heavily outnumbered, Nar, and his friends have managed to make good headway....</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The fight through the movie studio has been a grueling one. Despite being heavily outnumbered, Nar, and his friends have managed to make good headway. Though, with the amount of enemies they're going up against, attrition is taking it's toll. After the four manage to clear the film set, Roy is forced to retreat, as he's pretty beat up. Juno decides to go with him, just in case any of the film crew are lying in wait for them. That leaves Nar, and Ruby to push forward to Silver's trailer. Pushing their way through the backlot, the pair find the resistance is light. There are certainly staff here, but it seems after the group's display inside the sound stage, they aren't willing to risk an encounter. That is, until Silver's minotaur bodyguard comes barreling through the food buffet. 

Nar dives to the side to avoid being trampled, while Ruby takes to the air! The minotaur skids to a stop, and stomps a foot that shakes the ground! He pivots to face the intruders again, and is met with Ruby diving at him from above! He prepares himself to catch her, and smash her into the pavement for making such a stupidly obvious attack! Silver may not hit women, but his bodyguard does! The minotaur's hands shoot up, Ruby is going too fast to adjust her course in time! A blur of motion registers on the very outskirts of the bodyguard's vision. A leg slams into his stomach, but bounces off his IRON abs! Nar lets out a cry of "Ow! Fuck!" as he hops back away from the bodyguard after a failed attempt at a stomach kick. However, it's just enough of a distraction for the bodyguard to mess up the timing of his grab. Ruby's foot collides with his face, but he still manages to grab hold of her legs with his meaty fists! 

The minotaur lifts Ruby into the air the way someone would before lying out a towel on the beach. A bright flash from below is followed by a bolt of searing fire hitting the underside of the bodyguard's chin! The surprise causes him to let go of Ruby, who tumbles away in the air for a moment before she's able to stabilize. Nar follows up his firebolt with an upwards jab, aimed at the bodyguard's chin. The blow is deflected, leaving Nar terribly open for a counterattack! Luckily for the plucky 27 year old, Ruby swoops in for another attack. Her distraction gives the bodyguard just enough pause for Nar to leap backwards, and get his arms back up to block. The minotaur's big, meaty left fist slams into Nar's arms with the force of a sledgehammer. The force of the impact causes him to slide backwards slightly, and almost knocks him off balance. Holy FUCK that hurt! He's gonna be feeling that in his arms for at least a week! The minotaur's attention turns to Ruby again. The comparatively small pegasus is zipping around him, getting off little jabs, and kicks when she can. The bodyguard is doing a good job of keeping his head protected. Meaning Ruby's strikes, while still doing some amount of damage, aren't going to take this guy down.

Then, Nar sees it. The minotaur adjusts his arms to block Ruby coming in for a dive on his right, leaving the left side of his face open! Nar steps in, then chambers a kick. The minotaur goes to grab Ruby again, then BAM! Nar delivers a devastating roundhouse kick to his jaw! The minotaur stumbles, battling to stay upright! Then Ruby's foot smashes into his face, and sends him toppling to the ground!  Ruby lands a few feet from where there bodyguard now lays on the ground. She, and her friend both taking a moment to catch their breath. The two share a grin, with Nar giving her a confident thumbs up.

"Hah!" Ruby laughs, after she's managed to catch her breath. She leans over the unconscious minotaur to gloat a little. "All that muscle isn't any good when you can't-!" Ruby's gloating is cut short by a fist slamming into her jaw. She's sent reeling. Able to stay on her feet at first, until a booted foot slams into her chest and sends her to the floor unconscious. Looking to Ruby's assailant, Nar sees non other than the Leading Asshole himself, Silver Stone. "Cheap shot, pussy!" Nar's angry shout fills the studio backlot. Silver does not respond. Actually, wait. Wasn't Silver in a noir detective getup when they got here? Why is he in a t-shirt, and jeans right now?

"Seeing double?" Silver's voice calls out from his trailer, beyond where he's currently standing. A leg steps out from behind the first Silver, revealing a SECOND Silver in the getup of a 1920's policeman. A THIRD Silver steps out from behind him, in a fake military uniform. Then, a FOURTH Silver steps out from behind the first in the attire of a stereotypical lumberjack. They''re all stunt doubles! 

Nar's eyes gravitate towards the trailer, finding the REAL Silver watching from the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hands. He gives Nar a sly smirk, and shrugs his shoulders. "What can I say? I've got a great stunt team." Then, he snaps one wing like he's snapping his fingers, and points the end at Nar. "You know the drill boys. Take out the trash." He doesn't even bother to stick around to watch! He just goes back into his trailer and closes the door!

Oh, Silver. You arrogant prick! Don't you know this is the kind of fight Nar excels in?

(https://youtu.be/Hm2jzZfvWXE) (Once again, you'll want to loop this if you open it.)

The stunt doubles fan out in an attempt to surround Nar. He backs away to keep them from doing so. The military double takes a step forward, and Nar's fighting instincts kick in. 
'Speed, and aggression! Don't let them put you on the defensive! They'll just wear you down!'
Mr. Military gets his hands up in time to block the jab thrown his way, but when he moves to counter, Nar has already switched targets. He throws out a teep kick towards Mr. T-shirt, catching him in the process of trying to grab Nar. He wastes no time in moving targets again, this time shoulder charging Mr. Lumberjack. He knocks the stunt double back, but not over as he was hoping to. Mr. Lumberjack brings his fists down like a hammer, trying to strike Nar's back! He barely manages to roll out of the way, popping up just in time to block a strike from Mr. Policeman, and deliver an elbow in response! Then, he hops back, and pivots to throw out a backfist that Mr. Military JUST manages to get enough distance from. 

The stunt doubles try to close in, and come at him all at once, but Nar is keeping mobile. Never standing still for longer than a second, and using their relative larger size against them. Popping up in places that force them to stay close enough together for larger, more devastating attacks to be off the table. The fight continues with Nar constantly moving, and throwing out attacks when he has the opportunity, but he's starting to tire from the fights before now, and the constant motion. His breathing becomes heavy, and labored. His arms starting to feel like they're made out of solid steel due to the exertion, and pain from blocking the minotaur's punch. He gets some good licks in on the stunt doubles, but they're starting to get hits in on him too. 

If Nar was at his full strength, he probably could win this fight. Exhausted, and hurt as he is now though, it's not likely. Ruby's already been knocked out of the beef. If Nar goes down, the beef is over, and Silver wins! Time to pivot strategies! Create an opening, and withdraw! 

An elbow to the face sends Mr. Policeman reeling. A follow up kick to the gut sends Mr. T-Shirt to his knees. Mr. Military, and Mr. Lumberjack try to close in, but Nar ducks out of the way, and hops up to the side. The two pivot, but not in time to react to the most irresponsible dropkick they've ever seen. Mr. Lumberjack takes the full force of the kick to his chest, sending him tumbling backwards into Mr. Military. The two crash to the ground, alongside Nar. 

There, the five men lay, or kneel, trying to catch their breaths. Nar begins to crawl away for a moment before managing to scramble to his feet to make a break for it! Mr. Policeman gives chase, but is stopped when Nar launches a firebolt directly at his face. It doesn't do much damage, but it surprises him enough for Nar to get some distance. Once he makes it to where Ruby lays, he uses every ounce of strength he has left to pick her up, and retreat towards the studio entrance. Mr. T-shirt catches up, and attempts to trip Nar, but Nar manages to avoid his leg, and retorts with a roundhouse kick that sends him tumbling to the floor. He manages to catch himself before he hits the ground, but the kick has done what it was meant to. 

Nar makes it out of the sound stage, and out of the studio proper before the stunt doubles are able to regroup, and catch him. They make plans to chase after him, but are stopped by Silver. The actor simply telling them. "Not worth the trouble. Need you guys at your best for this movie. Take five, and get patched up. Filming's back on  when the rest of the crew wakes up." ]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2026 13:52:16 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Nar Yakushi</dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[Luminosity&#039;s OC Helpful Workshop: Connections]]></title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2402/luminositys-oc-helpful-workshop-connections/</link>
			<description>Art by: YCH artist

Well, sorry about the delay. It honest took me a while you find you again. Seems this device is really on the fritz... I must ge...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Art by: YCH artist

Well, sorry about the delay. It honest took me a while you find you again. Seems this device is really on the fritz... I must get it looked at, but enough about my own drama. We're here to talk about you, so grab your quills and take a seat. Today I'm gonna talk to you about connections.

Connections are the people, organizations, foes, rivals, or anything really that provides depth to your character's story. Sometimes it can provide you with the hook for a grand adventure like how when Shining Armor had a childhood connection to Twilight's babysitter who just so happened to be a princess in training. Or perhaps you've been banned for a particular sweet's emporium for sampling too many flavors in one sitting.. Whatever the connection, they give you something that can shape how your character acts in a given situation. So to help you develop these connections, I prepared a few starter questions for you.

Does your character have any people they would consider themselves close to? Perhaps a merchant they see every day or a friend. Has your character cross anyone, that might be looking for your downfall or actively planning it? How do a connection within your character's life enrich their experience? How does a connection within your character's life hinder their life? Is there a connection that really inspires your character as a primary drive?

Im really looking forward to your answers and discussions, but my ticker is starting to phase out again, I must look into it! Hey if y-u - mom--t can you grab me a --a-tz c-y---l. ---- -----.]]></content:encoded>
			<guid>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2402/luminositys-oc-helpful-workshop-connections/</guid>
			<pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2026 00:42:39 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Luminosity</dc:creator>
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			<title>Journal entry 2!</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2401/journal-entry-2/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[[b][color=#000000][size=5]SCHOOL!!![/size][/color][/b]

[i][color=#444444]Hi again, diary!!! So, I&#039;m at school, bleh, so tired, I have to wake up so...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[b][color=#000000][size=5]SCHOOL!!![/size][/color][/b]

[i][color=#444444]Hi again, diary!!! So, I'm at school, bleh, so tired, I have to wake up sooo early just to get talked at by Ms. Twilight for hours! Ms Trixie's okay too, but I don't have a use for magic without a horn, y'know? It's hard to write without a horn, too! My hooves are too shaky to write with, so I use my mouth sometimes. It's easier that way! I'm in biology, and we are learning about all the types of fungi in the Everfree Forest! We get to go over to the forest itself! But we need parent permission, dang! How am I going to do that?? I don't even think I have parents! Maybe I can get somepony to sign it! That could work, but who...[/color][/i]]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2026 11:47:01 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Sugar Ribbon</dc:creator>
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			<title>Audio File #6. Title : A Loss And A Lie ( Part 6/? )</title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2400/audio-file-6-title-a-loss-and-a-lie-part-6/</link>
			<description>It was 2:30 AM, and your eyes were getting heavy, and breaths soon became yawns. You looked at your bed as if it were made of gold. You crawled into b...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[It was 2:30 AM, and your eyes were getting heavy, and breaths soon became yawns. You looked at your bed as if it were made of gold. You crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over you. You lay on your side, facing away from the device and the crate of disks; you really didn't want to think about them. You closed your eyes, fell limp, and just before you fell asleep, you heard something. It sounded like... breathing? And it was right behind you. Whatever was behind you, its breath was icy cold. So cold that you physically shivered each time its breath hit your skin. When you finally built up the courage to turn around, it was gone, and the breathing stopped. 

However, something had changed. There was a new message on the wall behind the device, in the same dark red ink. However, you were starting to question if it was just ink.

" ₩ⱧɎ ĐłĐ ɎØɄ ₦Ø₮ Ⱡł₴₮Ɇ₦? ł ₲₳VɆ ɎØɄ ₳ ₣₳łⱤ ₩₳Ɽ₦ł₦₲. ł₮ ₮ⱧⱤłVɆ₴ ₮Ø ⱤɆ₥₳ł₦ Ʉ₦₭₦Ø₩₦. ł₮ ⱧɄ₦₮₴ ₩Ⱨ₳₮ɆVɆⱤ ₭₦Ø₩₴ ł₮ ɆӾł₴₮₴. ₳₦Đ ₦Ø₩, ɎØɄ ₭₦Ø₩ ₩ⱧɆⱤɆ ł₮ ₵₳₥Ɇ ₣ⱤØ₥, ₳₦Đ ₮Ⱨ₳₮'₴ Ɇ₦ØɄ₲Ⱨ ₣ØⱤ ł₮. ฿Ɇ₴₮ ₭ɆɆ₱ ɎØɄⱤ ɆɎɆ₴ Ø₱Ɇ₦. T̷̰̞͝h̷̰͍̾e̴̝̔̾ ̴̢͠F̵̘̈ẹ̵̕s̸̢̪̃ţ̴̛e̷̤̓̂r̵̻̗͒i̷̜̒n̵̦̗͒̂ģ̵̢̏͂ ̵̢͈͘P̴͓̖̆l̶̨͋̀a̶̫̯̽ÿ̴̝́́ṡ̸̢͇̆ ̷͔͛͐Ẁ̸̭̤̿i̷̡̡͠t̷̗̾̚ĥ̶͕ ̷͔̀̍I̴͈̓̽t̵̡̚͝'̴̬̼́̚s̶̟̉͜͠ ̶̛͚̈́F̸̖̽̀o̷̧͚̒̐o̸̧͚͗̊d̴̮̊̂. "

You didn't know what to say, what to do. Your breathing became sharper and more panicked with every word you read. Your eyes dilating, constantly checking to see if there was anything in the dark. Your chest was in a constant rise and fall motion. And you were basically frozen from fear, apart from your shaking. After you gained control of your hoofs again, you swiftly turned on the lights in the room, making sure that nothing could hide in your room.

There was no denying it, you were hunted by something called The Festering. Something you didn't know anything about, the only thing you know from the message is that it likes to play with its prey, and that's it. And not even how it plays. Does it let you live, but not without near-fatal wounds? Or does it emotionally consume you just by looking at it? There's no telling. However, if you had any hope of survival against this thing, you're going to have to learn everything you can about this thing. At the moment, your only source is the disks.  Knowing this, you shakily put the next disk in and listened to the device.

Static filled the first minute of the recording. " ĐØ ɎØɄ ₴₮łⱠⱠ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮ⱧɆ ₵ØⱠĐ ₣ɆɆⱠł₦₲ Ø₦ ɎØɄⱤ ฿₳₵₭? ĐØ ɎØɄ ₮Ⱨł₦₭ ł₮ ₩₳₴ JɄ₴₮ ɎØɄⱤ ł₥₳₲ł₦₳₮łØ₦? ł₮ ₩₳₴ ₦Ø₮, ł₮ ₩₳₴ ₥Ɇ. ł ₴₮ⱤłVɆ ₮Ø ₩Ɇ₳Ɽ ɎØɄⱤ ₴₭ł₦ ₮Ø ⱤɆ₥₳ł₦ Ʉ₦₴ɆɆ₦. ĐØ₦'₮ ₣ł₲Ⱨ₮ ł₮. ł ₩łⱠⱠ ₥₳₭Ɇ ₴ɄⱤɆ ł₮'₴ ₱₳ł₦ⱠɆ₴₴. " The static, cut, and the sounds of insects and quiet crying could be heard. You heard Silent attempting to comfort the source of the crying, and it seemed to be working. However, he sounded scared; his breathing wasn't the same as before, it was more shallow and exhausted. And his voice sounded like he was shaking all over, and it sounded like his teeth were chattering, as if he had just gotten out of a cold plunge.

" Day: 9 of the expedition. The base is gone, left to it. I now know why Poppy begged me not to take her back. Because I wasn't just taking her back, I took something else. But, I should get to the blow-by-blow details. After two days, Poppy began standing again, her eyes had only grown wider, and barely any white was left in her eyes. And her speech was also off; she sounded like she was quoting herself constantly. When we first arrived, she said to me, ' Why did we have to come here again, Silent Dusk? '. And shortly after she got up, she looked at me right in my eyes and said, ' Why come here, Silent? '. In the same tone as when she said those words. And she walked wrong. Her legs were constantly bending and buckling under her own weight. It was as if something was learning to pilot her muscles. And just an hour before we were going to let Equestria, we were ready for them to pick us up. Poppy twitched, and her skin tore even more. Her stomach seemed to tear itself apart, rib extending out, moving like legs. And her neck extended, her bones snapping and cracking with every movement. And then her face, split in half to reveal a gory maw...... Jasmine and I were slightly injured by whatever was pretending to be Poppy. Jasmine had a gash across her right hoof, and I had a slash across my cheek and over my eye. Thankfully, it didn't render me half-blind. But whenever we sleep..... Oh, Celestia... "

Silent lived up to his name for a moment and then started quietly sobbing. As he sobbed, he spoke. " E-every time we sleep.... * sniff* we all feel c...cold breathing on our backs. But, each time we turn around, whatever it is, disappears. We already * sniff * sent out an SOS, and we were notified that we could expect a rescue party sent within an hour. May as well be a Celestia damn year! We have been constantly on the move, listening for signs of whether the thing is close by. One of the major signs of its physical manifestation being within a hundred meters is that it is either static or echoing crying. The louder and more intense the sound, the closer it is. If it does spot you, you'll know because it'll let out an ear-piercing shriek and start chasing you down. One way to hide is to cover yourself in any sort of dead matter and pretend to be dead. But whatever you do, do not have skin or hide in your facade. It collects them, and it will find that you're alive. If that happens, your fate is as good as sealed. However, there is a way to stun it, where the bone legs come out, you can throw a large, blunt object in the exposed organs, stunning it for a maximum of fifteen seconds and a minimum of seven seconds. I'll try and update whoever the hell finds these disks laster, for now... Signing off. " The disk slowly slid out the cartrage, and the title was changed from ' A Loss And A Lie ' to ' They '.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2026 11:46:50 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Silent V Dusk</dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[Audio File #5. Title : What&#039;s Important ( Part 5/? )]]></title>
			<link>https://canterlotavenue.com/blog/2399/audio-file-5-title-whats-important-part-5/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[&#039; How? How could the Disk have suddenly changed titles? &#039; You found yourself asking over and over again. There wasn&#039;t a sign of the letters being scru...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[' How? How could the Disk have suddenly changed titles? ' You found yourself asking over and over again. There wasn't a sign of the letters being scrubbed or rubbed away; there weren't any tells that said it had a different title before. And there was the elephant in the room about poppy. Questions bounced around in your head as if they were microscopic rabbits, and few answers to accompany them. You closed your eyes for about five seconds, and when you opened them, the next disk was beside the device, with dark red ink splatters spelling out a message.

" L₳₴₮ CⱧ₳₦₵Ɇ. DɆ₴₮ⱤØɎ I₮, OⱤ BɆ S₮₳Ⱡ₭ɆĐ BɎ I₮ "

This was either a threat or a warning. Assuming it was a threat means that whoever wrote the message didn't want you to listen anymore. But if it's a warning, then it was trying to protect whoever listened to the disks. However, it was late, and you weren't thinkin' right, so you gave the message the equivalent of the middle hoof and continued listening. No static this time either, you couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing.

" Day: 7 of the expedition. Poppy has fully healed by now; she just woke up this morning. We're all grateful she didn't pass, but part of me is confused. The scratches she had have already become scars; those things would usually need bandages, even after two days. That and her pupils are much bigger than they were before. It's like when a cat gets playful, or as some would say, frisky. That's how big they are, I'd say roughly two times bigger than they were. And she seems to have some areas where the skin was slightly torn, not so much that it causes a breach, but it's still noticeable. Those marks were not there when I found her. She still seems to think bringing her back was a mistake on our part. Why?........ Your guess is as good as mine. The only bit of good in this s(BEEP) show is that we've located a source of the herb we are here for. But the plant has to be harvested carefully and patiently. So chances are, we'll be here another three days. It would be one and a half, but Poppy still has trouble standing on her own, so I filled in for her. Anyway, we're about to go on our first herb retrieval session, signing off. " The audio cut, and as usual, the disk slid out of its compartment.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2026 02:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Silent V Dusk</dc:creator>
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