Cagey

Frostbite narrows his eyes, then snorts. "I don't have to listen to the likes of you, when I could kick your flank into next week." He soundly ignores @Sophie H.. Before @Sycofear13 can finish saying "Nothing" -- Frostbite whirls to the door, bratty child forgotten.

From where he was inspecting the furniture, Frostbite looked down his nose at the foal @Sycofear13, taking stock of her messy mane and coat. "Their house?" he repeated derisively, eyes flicking over to the pale-furred pony @Sophie H. who'd spoken. "As if. That's a foal. There's no way it owns this house, let alone this candy." He stomped closer to the foal. "Hey, you. Candy rots your brain, you know."

Not bothering to consult Magloria @Props ValRoa or the other ponies, Frostbite did exactly this. He bared his teeth in a fierce smile. "They had their chance," he said, and reared up on his hind legs, bringing his forelegs down against the door and breaking it cleanly open.

Frostbite followed, reluctant to be led anywhere but intent on getting out of the maze. Upon hearing the scuffling and squeaking behind the door, he slammed a hoof against it. "HEY. Open the door; we know you're in there."

Long ago, an infamous story was brought forth into the world, wreaking destruction on all the eyeballs that read it.

Frostbite, meanwhile, attempted to kick and bite at the roots, heedless of the thorns and seemingly forgetting about the axe strapped to his saddlebags. The roots glowed darkly as he failed to sink his fangs into them -- they were protected by magic. He kicked them again out of frustration.

"WHAT-?!" Frostbite stumbled as the wall forcefully shoved the gathering apart, shaking the ground, alarming the brightly-colored ponies standing closer to it. He leaped forward, past Magloria @Props ValRoa, but the changeling queen was already gone, leaving a dense wall of vines in her place, reaching high above them. "HEY!"

I wouldn't have had a flash-forward episode at all, but I think the above designs are both preferable. In general, I was never much in favor of the anthropomorphic designs of dragons in the show, though.

So by replying just like this, I signed up—is that right?

Frostbite considered the announcement, assessing the princess and any possible benefits. In the end, it wasn't a difficult choice. "I'm not interested in 'music journeys'," he muttered, half to Magloria, half to himself.

Your daughter?! The surprise didn't show on his face, carefully concealed, but Frostbite could see @Princess Silky flitting about merrily in the corner of his eye, and it was hard to believe the statement. Maybe she'd meant the other pink pegasus, or maybe not -- either way, it didn't matter. He couldn't allow himself to be distracted. He nodded stiffly. "I don't concern myself with them."

Frostbite's eyes narrowed. "You don't know how you got here? Sure. Go bother that pink pegasus about it. She's the one running this poor excuse for a function." He looked Magloria over critically. "Didn't you get one of those eye-searing invitations?"

Frostbite stared after the cloaked pony. On the one hoof, he refused to listen to some random pony's orders. On the other hoof, he wasn't sure of the nature of the threat. At that moment, he felt a presence -- somepony was watching him, scrutinizing him like fish at a market, hunting for blight. A feeling he knew well. There, among the crowd, he made eye contact with her: an icy blue-gray pony with an equally icy stare. He knew immediately, This is the threat. This is a pony who thinks she can stand with alicorns. He had to be stronger than her. He was a threat, not her. He had to fight against anything she threw at him.

Frostbite looked at the dessert as though it had personally offended him, and when the parasprite got too close, he growled at it. "I don't eat... cake," he said, snout scrunching up. "And do I look like I'm waiting for somepony? Because I'm not. I don't care." His restlessly flicking ears and swishing tail told a different story. He would never call himself nervous, but his brain was running a mile a minute, trying to size up everypony and determine their strengths and weaknesses. I hate ponies, he told himself, not for the first time; they were annoying, smiling, happy creatures, and they were getting along with each other when he couldn't, and he hated when others could do things he couldn't. It twisted his insides in a way he was sure was anger. He took the cake anyway.

Teach me to read the post's rules before voting. Whoops.

At the outskirts of the gathering, half-hidden by the table, Frostbite stewed by himself, ears flat against his mane and tail curled around his hooves. He hadn't wanted to be here, but his associates had insisted. In his eyes, they had practically begged. He didn't look at his invitation, instead choosing to glare at anypony who came near, imagining it had a great effect -- that they were cowed by his magnificence. In actuality, most ponies didn't notice his expression. They chattered and laughed, introducing each other without a care in the world. It bothered Frostbite in ways he didn't know how to explain, so he just glared harder. If one could win a social event, he would; he was sure of it.

I'm spoken for, but I'll certainly throw Frostbite to the wolves. Good luck to whoever ends up with him.

Rainbow Dash x the kitchen sink.