SV Chapter 3 War is WrongChapter 3SV Chapter 3 War is Wrong4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fluttershy: War is Wrong
The sky was the color of murky water and the ground was like an open grave. The mud was moist with thick sweat and even thicker blood that bubbled up if even the slightest pressure was applied. People were screaming, oh were they screaming. Some people were afraid and others were in excruciating torment, the kind of torment you feel when you look down and see your insides sliding out of your body. Sometimes there were screams of fear because they didn't know what had happened and where they were; only that they hurt and they wanted someone to make the hurting stop. Sometimes there was fear because they knew where they were and what was happening and they just didn't want to be there. They wanted to be five again and to run to their mother's arms because they were afraid. The terrible sounds were everywhere; the air itself seemed to be in pain. Yet still the guns fired and the people ran forward. People still killed and people still f
SV Chapter 2 War is BuisnessChapter 2SV Chapter 2 War is Buisness4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Applejack: War is Business
The trees were pathetic. Most of them were dead or dying without the care and nourishment they had been receiving for years before. They had even given up on bearing fruit. Only a dozen trees still provided bounty and they were tasteless shells of the gleaming jewels they had once been. Fed only by water and the suffocating smoke of industry, it was a miracle even these trees still stood. This land that had once been a farm of the most delicious apples for miles around had fallen into hard times, only to rise into a different kind of farming. The farming of steel and bronze. The farming of offense and defense. The farming of war machines. That's the kind of farm Sweet Apple Acres was now.
The Barn, which had once been filled with the sounds of content cows, now echoed with the sounds of unwilling metal and the harsh shouts of man. The smell of iron and sweat was always heavy in the air, as though the very walls ha
SV Chapter 4 War is ComplicatedChapter 4SV Chapter 4 War is Complicated4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Rarity: War is Complicated
Everything was still. Slightly hunched over a decorative red sandalwood desk she sat in a chair made of finely polished pink ivory with luxurious crimson velvet cushions. The papers on the desk were neatly stacked to the left while a single book titled "Flying Colors" took its residence on the right. Exactly five inches in front of the book was an antique vase that dated back 586 years. The vase was plain but along its rim was a lovely scene of couples walking through a thriving park. Pure white orchids had nestled in the relic, their clean blooms head high. Lined at the front of the desk's polished surface were a row of five pens, all black but each engraved with a different type of gem, perfectly parallel with the one next to it. Nothing moved. Not even her.
Her arms were propped up on the desk, gloved in pure black, and her hands sat folded together, the lovely slender fingers entwined. Beneath the sandalwood s
SV Chapter 5 War is....well, hell if I knowChapter 5SV Chapter 5 War is....well, hell if I know4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rainbow Dash: War is ..well, hell if I know!
The weather had been strange. With each passing day the clouds grew thicker, darker, and heavier. A few months back they had been white, beautiful and scattered sparsely throughout the true blue. Now it was as though there was no sky at all, just a large mass of gloomy haze. Then there were days when there wasn't a cloud in sight but still everything felt off. The sky wasn't the same blue and the sun the sun was the strangest of them all. It seemed too dim but too bright, too warm yet too cold. And the way it hung, no, the way it dragged through the sky was almost eerie. Sure the nights had been strange as well; the clouds would almost completely disperse and the moon shown brighter and larger in the sky, but it didn't have the same edginess the days had.
Today was one of those cloudy days and soaring through the grey sky was a young seraph. Her speed was too high for casual loitering a
SV Chapter 6 War is WarChapter 6SV Chapter 6 War is War3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pinkie Pie: War is war
The rising sun was like fire. It was blazing without the heat and burning without the flames, bathing the landscape in red. The whole scene had the appearance of a sunset in reverse. Creeping towards a sleepy village, the glowing light slid over the mountains and hills, scorching the fields and trees. However, as the stalking light reached the Everfree forest, clouds began to move in, black and grey claws grasping for the glowing orb. A tiny sliver was all the reached the village before the clouds snuffed it out like a dying candle.
The village of Ponyville was in as sorry a state as ever. A year had passed since the war that had caused the worst of the damages but still they lingered like an unattended wound. Some attempts at repairs had been made, boards hammered over holes, debris swept from the streets, but otherwise they had been left to fester and putrefy. Time had also taken its toll, but it was secondary
SV Chapter 1 War is NecessaryChapter 1SV Chapter 1 War is Necessary4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight Sparkle: War is Necessary
Arms swaying at her sides, occasionally brushing against her skirt, a woman walked down an organized, clean hall way. Her head held up high, she walked with purpose. With each step the heels of her boots made contact with the pale gold marble floor to let out a sharp and authoritative click. Her demeanor did not waste it's presence for each person she passed either greeted her politely or stood at attention until she was several steps ahead. By now she had come to acknowledge the reactions, hardly noticing them, much different from when she first received such respect, which had left her flustered and embarrassed.
Still, nothing escaped her wandering gaze. Should one of the men linger too long in the hallway or a group of woman giggle amongst themselves to loudly (or if they giggled at all dependent on her mood), she was quick to make her existence known without a single utterance, perhaps an annoyed clearing of the throat