In the bathing rays of the sun, a dragoness as black as the night sky made her way across a field of vibrant green grass. Swaying in a slow dance, the grass licked at her legs, as if grasping for her attention. But this dragon's attention was elsewhere - her emerald eyes pierced through brush and behind stones, into the canopies and shadows of trees, searching for something.
Well, rather someone.
"Spyro?" Cynder called aloud, daintily making her way past a moss-encased dragon statue.
He had just been there - standing at the far edge of the clearing, looking at her with those 'come hither' eyes. Or maybe they were his 'I've got some recent
"Like dominoes, Tia. Cute, amusing dominoes."
Though the voice taunting her from behind danced in Celestia's head like a bad migraine, the pony princess stood tall and firm, gazing out the shattered remains of a palace window. The gaping hole in the once beautifully painted glass now opened up a view to the streets of Canterlot below. Screams of horror and confusion traveled through the air in shrill tones as the once stuck-up noble ponies of the city ran for their lives, pursued by animated objects of various sizes.
"It wasn't hard," the spirit of chaos reflected, completely unperturbed by the anarchy outside, and floating about in the air
Lightning illuminated the blackening sky in quick flashes, each bolt only holding its presence for the briefest of moments. In their wake, a resounding explosion of thunder shattered the peaceful night atmosphere, leaving the distinct anticipation for a downpour. Any pony in their right mind was inside, enjoying a book by the warm fire with their dragon friend, spending time with their younger sister in the family farmhouse, or, at the very least, staying home for the night with their pet alligator. The outside world became a less than desirable place during a pegasi-scheduled thunder storm, especially at night.
Unfortunately, not all ponies
Out of all the possible places for the obese scientist to hide, Tails thought to himself, this had to be the worst and yet the cleverest. In the deep forest wilderness of the most northern Mobian continent was a forgotten stretch of land that spanned hundreds of miles. Here, nothing but an endless landscape covered with small lakes, open fields and vast forests blanketed with a never ending winter was to be found. There was no civilization and little life. As the young orange fox shivered, his breathe puffed from his muzzle in a clear white cloud that quickly vanished.
"S-Sonic don't you think this climate is dangerous? I'm hungry, and
Whew, sorry, I never saw this somehow. xD DeviantART used to be a lot better than it currently is, imho. I don't like the new layout. But it's still a great place to find artwork and commission artists. ^-^