Widdershins

I've always had bushy, untameable hair. Comes with having super curly of a mane. Always did envy my dad for his long, straight hair and have always held that hair exemplifies your personality & thought process... Now that I'm on my own... I have sworn to grow it out continuously. Like, floor length eventually. Yes, as a male. It's so floofy n' soft! It's like a constant face hug! Sure, its grown down to my mouth now and my face does get itchy, but it hasn't outweighed how much I love having a fluffy cloud of a head!

The Hugs must Sparkle. One day, and one day soon! They shall look upon my work and know! For it is I, the Shidder of Whins! That controls the Shtick!!! Ah, I leave it up to your choices, @Pastel-chan& @Blitz Boom. Do you want me to be trailing in a monster for your fillies to fight? Perhaps several somethings monsters?

@Blitz Boom It was a massacre. Whoever had broken in clearly hadn't much respect for what others had, judging by the mess. Shelves were knocked askew as if somepony had been ricocheting off them, a donut box, likely the one Berry Swirl was sent here to get, lay trampled soundly on the ground. Moreover, the room was thick with a cloud of powdered sugar floating in the air. Bags of sugar lay torn to shreds about the room where one could see around the sugary cloud. At a far corner, a form was loudly shuffling around. At her call, the intruder's head popped up and whipped around in her direction, a sack of sugar slipping off its muzzle. It stepped forward through the cloud of sugar stopping a few feet away from her, a tall stallion with perhaps a little too long of a neck. With a loud buzz from his wings, Flit Cephalli parted the white cloud to reveal his madly grinning smile on a muzzle positively drenched in the white powder he had just been eating, if not outright snorting. Tall and lanky, the bright green stallion stood higher than he was wide with a wide, playful grin framed by the long mane of brightly, obviously dyed red hair that fell to either side of his neck. Flit greets her with a lyrical, fishing Irish lilt, clearly unconcerned with being caught wrecking the place and decidedly now concerned with something he cares far more for than sugar. "Oh, aye~ A MARE~ What a right Treat like yew doin' here, Lassie?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- B.B & @Sekel "SMALL?!!? What a lad gat ta dew ta BEAT the respect outta ya? Ya don' just up an' insult a buddy raght off like thet! T'ain't o'w tha world works!!" The little stubborn doorstop of a pony ranted, in spite of that being how this mess of a fight had started. Most of who react to things with anger like Shortstack does do tend to glaze over their part in things. Observation was, of course, also not something foremost on his mind. He hadn't just then given a care for how much Dazzle was beaten up. Fortunate now that that was interrupted. Being swooped down on from behind was an unwise tactic against Shortstack. He got kicked onto his face and out of balance easy enough, but that gave him what he needed most in his fighting style. Leverage. As those from various other styles of fighting would muse upon, being confronted by one with more mass or muscle than you did not give them the upper hand. A literal flying tackle from Stargazer sent the both of them skidding across the cobblestones as expected, but this put the small stallion under his full weight. Like he had before several times during his attack of the female dragonpony, he worked his head & strong neck muscles under the batpony officer... and sent him flying right back. Repelling him against the other side of the circular square they stood in against the wall like Dazzle was a ninety degrees away from Stargazer. Panting enraged, Shortstack stood up to yell after the form he hadn't fully seen prior to his toss, his back to the street the batpony had flown from. Hulking and heaving, he bellows out in the general direction of the rest of the world. "Ah'll take yeh ALL ON! I'll fight e'ry last one of yeh! I ain't some tiny runt that ain't fit ta live! I'll beat ya all till I ain' got nuttin left! THA WHOLE WORLD GAWT TAE FIGHT ME THEN? THEN I'LL KILL MYSELF TAE KILL YEH ALL! I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S FIT TA FIGHT!! I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S THE BIGGEST AROUND TO-" Thud. Thud. Two large hooves plant themselves firmly on either side of Shortstack as a shadow looms over him. Sunny Flush stands over him, his small muscular form barely bigger around than one of her legs. Shortstack's expression immediately changes to a much less strained one as it gives over to a depressed, resigned state. "Shortie? Y'all bein' a Meanie Doodyhead again?" "... Sunny, we'vebeenoverthis.Notinpublic." "We don' make fwends by throwin' people. That hurts! An' hugs is healin'! Ya gotta care, ya gotta share, y'know!" "I'mdoinathing.Teachinalessoninrespectandthat'sonlyathinglearnedtruhardshipinaworldthat... you ain't listenin'." A big yellow hoof scoops under Shortstack, and in the same motion she plops down in the square and squeezes her little, older brother tight to her chest. With all feet fully off the ground, Shortstack can't grab for anything to push against and can't reach anything but the enveloping fluff of his bigger, younger sister. The one thing to defeat any rage monster, is being forced to sit still and actually address your issues. As any pony would, especially at his small stature, Sunny's hugs are near inescapable. He dangles in her arm for all the world like a little filly's toy being hugged by its oppressively cheery owner. Shortstack had long since learned there wasn't a thing he could do in this position and stood glaring silent and grumpy now. After a minute, Sunny, the big mare that she was, would tuck her tiny brother unquestioningly under one hoof and go collect both Dazzle and the Officer Stargazer and go to stand in the center of the area to hug and coo over them in a motherly fashion. No matter their injuries, the warm, sparkly tingle of her hug would give them at least a much more soothed feeling and technically heal them back to full health. She stood there, with all three ponies easily fitting in her hug with Dazzle in the middle, with Shortstack to her right and the officer to her left. In a grumble as low as he can manage the stallion whispers to Dazzle as she lay healing in hug. "...say a word about this, an' ah rip yer head off." "Shush-a-shush! S'all better now!" This would signal to what crowd had gathered that the situation had been fully dealt with. Besides collateral damage, of course. This would then be where Scarcity would enter the scene, to a dispersing crowd, rubble about, and one giant mare giving a sparkly hug to three ponies at once. ~*Meanwhile!*~ Blither met Mayor Mare with another nervous sigh and sweaty smile. Turning to Alonsus he regards his efforts having not made a move towards the food. "Oh, but this is quite much! You really didn't have to! I had hoped we could set out to see what we could do to find another of my sire? I would hate to think they were doing any harm to your great cityscape!" To that, he was getting the feeling he wasn't getting much anywhere with the mayor. Authority figures didn't seem much glad to deal with the Cephalli family. (OOC: Yes, Flag here for setting up another brother!) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ @Sekel "I don't know what these pony words are." The drake asked Dawn Streak bluntly. "Grocery, 'buying food,' Boy-Friend. How you're supposed to get food without killing it yourself, I don't know. I also don't know why you're so hesitant to call me this Friend Thing. ...why? You trying to insult me and confuse me with your made-up Pony phrases?" Kaltrop had spent only a few years in the pony world after his hatching and such words hadn't been used around him enough to take notice. What he was used to was the hardships of the Wild, and this would have to be a new world the mare would have to teach him. ============================================================================================ @Catpone Cerberus Oh, I've been listening to you at least. But that depends on if you've been listening to my listening!~ It is good you've learned where to go! I don't know if you've noticed but providing the structure myself isn't quite my Forte! Widdershins asked with a smile. And whilst we're travelling, how about you explain to me how these little Cuteballs got to be a threat? Harmless little balls of cute eh? What harm could there be? ################################################# @Blitz Boom & @Pastel-chan "AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAaaaaaaa!" Came in the long trailing cry of what was both a fine example of the phrase "a mindless scream" and The Doppler Affect. Ahead of the path the two fillies were walking currently there came somepony bursting through the underbrush and various other plant matter trailing a cloud of twigs, leaves and very many bright orange feathers. Moving at so fast a speed to be near-instant, it was hard to make out anything but what had to have been somepony and a whole lot of feather debris. Whatever it was, it burst right back out of sight into the brush on the other side of the path. Somepony needed help! Anything that made that much noise out in the Everfree tended to not stay alive for very long.

@Sekel Surely I'm not the only dude to have practiced battlecries, lol! I fully expect for it to eventually come up, @Blitz Boom : "So, uh, Sir? We have reports that you */Rustle of police report papers* said to the subject that you would, and I quote 'Rip out her still beating heart.' .... Just a bit overkill, wouldn't you say?" Shortstack, pouting: "... It's called a Taunt! It ain't meant to be literal!" Oh, and B.B? I called up the post where I set things up with Flit, if it helps any?

@Blitz Boom Blither's gaze lingered on Chop's retreating, silent form with a somewhat worried grimace on his muzzle. There was a vague, unsteady respect akin to when a timberwolf passes a cragadile in the deep woods, a sort of violent camaraderie between major predators based only on the fact that both sides know that even if a tussle happened and they came out victorious it would have dealt too much of a toll on either side to be worth picking a fight. Or something like that mused in the much smaller stallion's head, at least nothing too much trouble had happened. To no one in particular, He said out loud hestitantly. "...well, best to make use of what comes. Can't have wanton acts of violence and destruction." Turning to the mayor as if to reassure her and hopefully deter to a less tense topic, he questioned her. "Society can't be built without structure or agreed upon harmony. You'll have to forgive me, but in my reading and research I've not heard much of Ponyville. Most who talk of here treat it as idealic a place to live... but a bit, uhm, chaotic. I guess the reputation of a cityplace becomes infamous when it requires montly visits from the nation's ruler, heh? You have much trouble here? I don't mean to gossip, but Ponyville is often talked of as a place where all are accepted?" Blither aimed a sheepish, nervous smile in an attempt to disarm any further negative opinions of himself. Afterward he turns to regard Alonsus to comfort him as well. "Oh, my condolences Sir Alonsus! I don't mean to correct you! It's just a bit of second habit for me! Most of my family disregard the effort I've put into reading up on the annuals of pony history, storytelling and moreover, scientific history. It often falls on me to correct them of... well, heh, they don't usually listen to me~They say I have a bad habit of pontification. I suppose you know if you've ever had to run with any brothers of your own? Oh! And this all seems so much for a teatime repast! Is this much customary in these parts of ponydom?" *Meanwhile!!* Sunny Flush remained blissfully unaware of any awkwardness to holding a superior officer in front of one of his recruits. But she did as she was asked and gingerly and softly placed Stargazer back down on the ground as if placing a stuffed pony doll on a shelf. For a bit, she chittered in a motherly voice to him to excitedly cover a lot she wanted to know in what turned out to apparently be very little time. "D'oh-Kay!" She chirruped as his hooves touched lightly back down. "You betta get youself some good rest then! Get youself someone to tuck you in at night an' maybe give you a glass o' warm milk! Maybe I can help you with that some night!! And we can talk about what even a Batty Horsey is! Like, if ya sleep at the day or suck the Juices of the Living like Big Brother Flit says! Flit talks ALOT about juices! Think it's one of his favorite words!" "An' you bet that sounds like Shorty!" The mare cheerfully agreed to Scarcity, skipping along behind lightly after the running forms of the two policeponies. "Tossin's what he do best! But he wouldn't REALLY wanna hurt nopony! He might break a few walls down or talk alot about crushing skulls but we haven't done that recently! He's justa big softie, really! A good hug will straighten anything out!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ @Sekel The stream of lightning hit Shortstack full in the face like a high powered hose and he hadn't blinked. Singed a trifle, yes, but Shortstack had ran his head through some rather rudimentary broiler ovens before and tended to eat coal for a snack. He didn't really need to do that, but he liked the attention doing so publicly got him. The little stallion was rather fireproof and the bristle short, boarlike hair stood as one testament to that. More importantly though, he was grandstanding right now and couldn't let a little thing like a beam of energy to his face get in the way of hurling judgement. Many who prized argument over sanity or their well-being tended to do that, but perhaps not quite so specifically. "OY! Missy gots ah gun in 'er t'roat an' asks why sum'un gats tae come alon' an BREAK IT OFF?!" With that perfunctory verbal punch, the tiny red stallion lunges forward a short meter like a small billy goat and firmly lodges his head underneath the dragonpony mare's chest... and bucks her to his right into a wall of a nearby building. Roaring after her, audibly proud in justification of his own volume Shortstack fires back. "AH'M GONNA RIP YER HEART OUT AN' CLOG DANCE TA DAH RHYTHM!!!" *~And otherwise and otherplace~* "So long as you know of my dragon superiority." Kaltrop attempted to flex his wing muscles with somewhat unreliable results. "I hunted for my own food out in the wild. I do doubt you city-bound ponies would be capable of that. I would be good to keep around for that matter at least, since I have no idea how you forage for your own food. What, do you stalk the wild, roving herds of grass patches? ...Or... wh-whatever you mean by "Boyfriend" anyhow. If it means Protector, than i'm likely better at a fight than you there." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ @Catpone Cerberus Widdershins rolled his body around Cerberus as he fluttered about the catpony as he walked to his destination. Well, to remind you, we're going in a loop! I was saying you're the Weather Station! But don't worry about it! I'm a Thingywhopper, your a Feline-Equine, Little Cathorse. There's horses here that can shoot energy out of their head-bumps. There's too many ways to talk of things! The world is a silly place! So what's your lead on where Parasprites are these days?!!? The little cuties can't be that much trouble!

All for Cream! And Cream for ALL!! Behold the power of AllCream! Train and grow stronger, my Creamy Children and perhaps one day... You can Cream like me! The Creamiest! What's THIS?!!? My mighty Cream-based powers sense a Cream-Crime being creameated! Off I GOOOO! It's my mortal enemy! BITTERMINT! Nyeh! I'm gonna make things bitter! ...which is also pretty tasty, but it gets alot less market. By all that is Creamy Goodness!... I'LL CREAM YOU!! *flex powers activate! Firing Cream Missles! Ahoooooy!* Noooo! You have overpowered my equally delicious crimes against Creamanity! You have defeated me THIS time AllCream! But I shall find ANOTHER place that has a market for my taste! ...probably Japan. Another day saved by! ALLCREAM! The Creamy Man! Somebeing needs to fund me a series to write. Edit: ... CreamyMaaaan! With the power to cream EVERYOOOONE! Spreading his creeeeam where ever it fiiits! Enjoy his creeeeam! For it is good! And iiiif you dooon't! then he'll CREAM YA GOOOD!

I am sorry. About general stuff and likely being on the ball about respondign to things. The stress of work... and where I'll be actually living in the future is getting to me once again. What I mean to say, @Blitz Boom, is that I have it written into Widdershins that he cannot, by dint of his species/fated destiny that he simply just cannot die. No matter what you do to him, he'll just pop right back in two to seven minutes later. There is no limit to this. This is a play into the fact that he's aware he's written by me, and therefore cannot die because that would mean ending potential storylines and getting more use out of his character. I have, in fact, have it mentally ascribed to him that not only has he had to rebuild his own body numerous times over and essentially be a wholesale different character but on at least one case before... someone has strung him up to the wall to harvest organs from his magically regenerating, unkillable body. I want Widders to be the worst case scenario of what happens when you have all the power. Because that's how I see Discord. Discord only became a villain because he outlived everything else and couldn't find value in anything like keeping on good terms with mortals or their morals. That he only turned good again because he wanted something as eternal as he was that he could keep forever... a friendship. But I digress, that's kinda my worry with @Icy Creation. That she has a homicidal side; would be hard to roleplay with her without waiting for it to become an overdramatic fight of subduing a corrupted friend. Still say the Two Forms aren't imperative to the character. And, likely, would be hard to bring up in RP. ... Oh, and, lol, Icy? You can just mention like I'm doing here. You know how? The At Symbol and then their name? I honestly find it fairly adorable how posters will just wholesale "Quote" the other post and nearly triple the length of their own post! ... Also, I REEEALLY wanna Arrpee with @Randimaxis too!!! ... and maybe get Vivid Loss to interact with Widdershins somehow. A sort of Positive & Negative side of Immortality thing. ...Sigh, but I am strapped for creativity and free time these days. I shouldn't push myself much more... Edit: ...and, uhm, Blitz Boom? You know how to quote an entire response section from the IC thread to here? It's been... like, a month I think since Pinkfire? And I kinda was hoping to have the multiple threads of my Hydra to go concurrent.