Let the Rains ComeSlowly a light rain coming from the Outlands began to beat upon the long blades of grass that cloaked the land of blood. A silent breeze filled the air with its comforting yet icy embrace and the nocturnals of the savannah brought out the music of the night as if to disguise this nightmare in a mothers lullaby. Even the trees joined in on this joyous illusion, taking the silhouette of weeping willows with vines dropping into puddles forming on the ground. Most of the pride was asleep with full bellies thanks to the successful hunt of the hunting party that went out just earlier that day, little cubs dreaming the night away while parents thought of what training would bring to their little warriors. Always training, it was never about love and family.. not in the Westlands, the pride of murder and betrayal. A tinge of pain kept the queen of such a pride awake as well as her bitter nights of self loathing and regret. All day she knew that her cubs would be coming, the instinct of a motheMore Like This
OC Meme becauseHrrr... I got bored, what can I say.More Like This
1: Choose any number of your OCs.
2: Make your OC (s) answer these questions.
3: Tag three other people.
4: Add one question of your own.
Book!Zero and Seight, his lover, just to flesh them out some more.
1. Do you want a hug?
Book!Zero: Not right now.
Seight: He means yes.
2: Are you a virgin?
Book!Zero: I don't know, why don't we ask our child?
Seight: I thought children just magically appeared like you did.
Book!Zero: No. Pretty sure we had to make an effort.
3: Do you have any kids?
Seight: Yes. His name's Adam.
4: Have you killed anyone?
Book!Zero: Such is the life of an Einherjar. I'll never understand those who leave their opponents alive. After all I've done. All the villages and armies I've stood against. All the lesser races I've exterminated. It just doesn't matter if I kill or not anymore.
Seight: I'm not quite that jaded. I don't like to kill but you have to in w
Writing is Magic -- Chapter 28: Camera Flash*Ding-a-ling*More Like This
"Welcome to the Carousel Boutique," Rarity greeted, "where every style is chic, unique, and manifique."
I was sitting with my back to the door, so I didn't see who it was at first. That all changed when they responded to Rarity.
"Um, I'm looking for Art Colter," a mare's voice I recognized said, "I was told he would probably be here."
I swiveled around in my chair to face the mare who was searching for me. She was a brown-colored Earth pony,
with a slightly darker brown mane. If there was any doubt in my mind who this was, that all went away when I saw her
cutie mark, an old-style camera, and the similar one slung around her neck.
"Flashpoint," I said, quite shocked, "what are you doing here?"
"Well it's a little complicated," she answered, smiling.
"Flashpoint," Rarity said to herself outloud, as if trying to figure why that name sounded familiar, "wait, Fl-Fl-Flashpoint!
THE Flashpoint!? You're THE Flashpoint!?"
"Yes, I suppose I am," Flashpoint said sheepishly, "I'm th