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BlackShardNixium

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  1. Merry Christmas and all that; just happy to be off work 😭

  2. I am broadly pagan and a regularly practicing witch!
  3. Where Life Goes doesn't seem to be generating much interest 👀 So I'll probably be putting it on hold in favor of a different reboot 

  4. Thats p reasonable Everyone experiences it differently and thats just fine also this must really be the only thread of it on the forum if it's the first one to pop up
  5. HOO BUDDY how did you even find this thread im crying I have two kintypes, both of which I identify as past lives One is a Cervitaur ((Deer*-centaur-thingy)) the other is,,, im not rlly sure? It's been three years now so I can better picture what I looked like in my head and I've since started saying that the closest thing i can compare it to is a dragon I lived somewhere in space and I lived for a long, long time. This one is def the dominant one, and I'm p sure it was because my lifespan was ridiculously long. Also I feel that conflict man Although it doesn't really manifest as here and now feelings. It's when I start to remember how things used to feel, or how they should feel to me now, that I really start to get ???? But I think your kintype is really rad my dude
  6. The Kesha situation is hurting my soul come on just let the poor woman go

  7. @ She jerked as the rapier was torn from her body, immediately doubling over and dissolving into choked, hacking coughs. Warm, crimson blood dribbled from the corners of her mouth and whatever breath she could take was wheezing and desperate. She could hear her heart fluttering in her chest, pounding out a doubled, staccato rhythm that sent her body into overdrive. Adrenaline flowed through her veins, taking with it the pain and exhaustion, leaving only fear and the instinctual desperation for survival. She'd like to think that, in times like these, she could be cool, calm, and collected. But presently the only though running through her head was Please, Gods, not like this! Silvia turned to face the brute, bleeding heavily and pitifully unprepared. She held the dagger tightly, equipped with the knowledge that there was a 99% chance she would be dead in the next three minutes. She crouched and waited for it to charge.
  8. @ She flailed when the remaining pegasus threw her onto the cloud, scrambling to get back on her hooves. The guy was coming at her, though she managed to throw herself to the side in time to avoid a fatal blow. The rapier did manage to leave a sizable scratch trailing down her flank. It stung, but she could work with it. She took to the air again, desperately firing off a second arrow at her opponent.
  9. hell weekend has concluded im so tired i dont ever want to do that again

  10. @ She heard the movement behind her, could feel the shift in the atmosphere as they approached. It was as if their malice had taken physical form and started shouting at her from across the sky. Silvia tightened her grip on the dagger, debating whehter or not she should just turn around and confront them or play dumb for a few moments longer. She couldn't seem to decide if the chances of her winning would be better if she struck first. She didn't want to just turn around and throw the stupid dagger; she'd lose it. And she didn't really know how to use the bow and arrow. She decided now was a good time to learn. She threw herself forward, pouring on the speed as she reached to snag the bow from off her back, snatching an arrow from the quiver as she went. Her grip was shakey as she notched it, but regardless, she took a deep breath and turned midair, zeroing in on the closest target and aiming as best she could before letting the arrow fly.
  11. Trust me I would rather be eating fruit roll ups

  12. She'd had to stop and rest every now and again, but she found that the longer she flew, the more the ache in her wing faded. Bit by bit, she was able to fly longer distances, haltingly making her way out of the city. She paused at every sound, flinched at every supposed garble. The undead were anywhere and everywhere, and Silvia found herself in a constant state of paranoia and anxiety. She told herself it would take getting used to. As apparently, according to the old bat, there was no getting out of this. She kept her weapons on hand constantly, having taken to fiddling with the dagger in her hooves as she flew. Up ahead, she could see the countryside stretching on for what seemed like forever, and she allowed herself a tiny sigh of relief. Surely there would be less of the undead populating rural areas? One could only hope, and that's just what Silvia did.
  13. @ Well, if that was to be the way of it then. She continued to stare for a moment after he drifted off, seemingly lost in thought, before slowly moving over to the corpse of the fallen archer. Silvia grimaced as she set her hooves against its sticky, blood-matted flesh and pushed it over. The limp body offered no resistance as it flopped onto it side, making it signifigantly easier for her to guide the quiver over its shoulders. She nabbed its belt as well, securing it around her as she trotted around gathering up the few arrows the unfortunate mutant had shot before its untimely demise. She made a slight noise of discontent as she swiped the dagger up off the ground, crusted with half-dry zombie blood. Gross. Nevertheless, she tucked it back into the belt and ambled over to the edge of the roof. She could feel the dull throb resounding at the base of her wing, and when she moved to test it, it transformed into a sharp jab. It wasn't enough to keep her on the ground, but she could tell already she'd need to take more breaks than usual. "Sleep well, old-timer" She muttered as she gently pushed herself into the air, wincing as her wing protested. She adjusted in time, and cautiously began to fly towards city-limits.
  14. @ Lovely. She took the proffered little dolls, examining them with grim curiousity. She admired that he'd seen fit to hand over something so precious, especially when he could have kept them for himself. The extra help was appreciated. "Sooo this is it then? Best of luck and all that, try not to die?" she asked. From the way he spoke as he'd explained everything, it didn't sound as if he planned on sticking around.
  15. @ She let out a giggle that somehow managed to sound both disbelieving and hysterical. Panic was starting to claw its way up her throat, and her entire body felt heavy as lead. "So... if I die, I become one of them? And the only way to not die is to fight? For how long? Is there a cure?" She felt as if she was babbling at this point, tripping over her words in a haze of denial and fear, "Is anyone working on this? Am I just supposed to spend the rest of my life "absorbing essence" and dodging the Undead?"
  16. @ She paused, considering his words. Take essence...from the Undead? They were cursed? "I...wha...How the hell did that happen??" she blurted out, looking from the old unicorn, to the corpse, and back again. Her confusion and slight indignation gave her the strength to rise, and she gazed out across the rooftops of Canterlot, finally taking a moment to absorb the destruction, the true extent of what had happened. "Is this... happening everywhere?" she breathed out.
  17. http://prntscr.com/9w8k1p this is what happens when I try to do group dungeons
  18. Everything is due tomorrow!!!!!! Panic!!!!!

    1. Malinter

      Malinter

      Purple Alert! XD

  19. @ She blinked slowly, numbly watching the swift demise of yet another of the Undead. For a moment, she barely registered his question, remaining rooted to the spot as she stared at the third corpse. "Silver Spectrum." she responded, finally managing to tear her gaze away from the maimed body, "b-but people just call me Silvia."
  20. @ Wild-eyed and breathless, Silvia stared unblinkly at the newcomer, trembling from head to hoof. She'd been that close to dying. That close. As the adrenaline faded, the reality of the situation was setting in hard. Slowly, she sank down on her haunches, thinking it better to just go ahead and sit down rather than pass out like a tiny filly. Her chest burned and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. But before the shock could carry her off, she managed to wheeze out a response to the old unicorn. "T-thanks. I owe you one, Mr....?"
  21. *flops over* another Monday down the drain im so sleepy goodnight

    1. Johnny1226

      Johnny1226

      Goodnight heretic

  22. @ The cut to her leg sent her sprawling, though she was mercifully able to swipe up the dagger before crashing back to the ground. Yup, that was definitely going to bruise. She shoved herself upright, gritting her teeth as the pain in her leg spiked and throbbed. Slowly, gingerly, she allowed herself to put weight on it as she steeled her muscles and prepared herself, brandishing her small weapon at the undead menace. A last, desperate plan took form in her mind and, gritting her teeth, Silvia charged the beast straight on, only dodging to the side at the last second and twisting around to sink the dagger into the side of its neck.
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