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  1. This is an interesting one. Basically, the question is which crying scene in MLP gets to you the most and who is it? The show has had its fair share of emotional moments throughout the nine years it’s been around and they can be, in the words of Pinkie Pie, ‘Just... heart-wrenching!’ Here, I tried to use the best examples I could. Some were easy, some not. Some were obvious, some were more difficult. I tried to go for the most emotional ones, rather then ones that were more funny than sad. Honestly, as you all know, all of the Mane Six are my favourites so when any of them cry, it’s pretty difficult for me to get through. Anyway, here are my examples: Fluttershy: Applejack: Twilight Sparkle: (This is the saddest scene in MLP history for me) Pinkie Pie: Rarity: Rainbow Dash: Or all of them together: Let me know below!
  2. I was inspired by SveciaDash,'s thread of Have you ever cried during an episode, and thought that "Yes I have, but more so from the songs.". I have downloaded and regularly listen to various songs from the show and the movies and there are some that, even though I am not watching it on the screen, make me tear up or flat out sob because of the emotional cord they strike with me. Mine are below, please tell us which ones have made you emotional and why!
  3. After watching this from Think Tank, I couldn't agree more (which means I fully I agree with their thoughts). However, I would like to know what you guys think about this. I'm talking to both genders (male and female). Do you think it's ok for guys to cry? Please be thoughtful and don't make your answers too shallow (if possible). Because this question can be answered in many ways.
  4. Easy thread. Write a quote from a person, that you feel very strong about. Person can be famous, fictional, or your family, dosen't matter. I start with mine. "I grew up with an alcoholic father. He never beat me, he never raised a hand against my mother or anything like that, but I'd seen enough stupid and ridiculous things between that, my mother and her prescription pills, and just hanging out with an older crowd when I was a kid, that I didn't understand a lot of the fun to what partying was, so I just never did it. I didn't understand waking up next to somebody you don't remember going to bed with; I didn't understand getting, you know, blackout drunk and not remembering the good times you have with your buddies; and I feel so strongly about it that I've just always been this way—it just made sense." -Phil Brooks, AKA CM Punk EDIT: The reason i pick this, is because i was also never the biggest party guy. I drink a bit of alcohol, but not that i get a blackout and remember nothing. You should cherish the moments you spend with your friends.
  5. Apologies if a thread like this exists. I've tried looking for it but I wasn't too sure what to look for. Anyway, I was wondering when the last time was that something just hit you straight in the soul. For me, it was last summer when the MH17 was shot down. The event itself was tragic but didn't really hit me emotionally, but on Facebook the (ex?) boyfriend of one of the passengers wrote a letter to her. From the letter, it was clear that the girl it was about and I would never be friends, and for the most part it didn't do much to me. But then the last paragraph began. The end of that paragraph just hit me like a fist to the face. I've translated the letter and added it in the spoiler below. In that last line, I felt all the anger, sadness, resignation and everything else this guy felt when he wrote it. I don't think anything's hit me harder before or since. Is there anything you've read or seen or heard that hit you as hard as this hit me?
  6. Hey there! Thought you would like my version of one of the most epic songs in Game of Thrones, the Rains of Castamere, featuring Maria Jongeneel on vocals. Enjoy!
  7. I remember first playing the demo before the game was released. It seemed boring and whimsical, so I said let's get it. Shit was touching and I was instantly invested in the lives of these characters. I played every episode as they came out became attached to theory and desperately trying to make sense of this horrendous situation these two girls are in. The symbols and unknown danger. The direct (Nathan) force and alternate (Jefferson) force. Episode four was the breaking point. Episode five is coming in two days. What is everyone expecting?
  8. You know what I found out recently? Nothing ever seems to bother Spike. He never met his parents? Doesn't seem to care. He doesn't know how he came to pony kind? Doesn't care. Spikeabuse? Doesn't seem to care. Doesn't interact with others much? Doesn't care. Crushing on the girl who doesn't feel the same? Doesn't care. Really, nothing ever seems to bother him. Sure there are a few unique times when he does, like when he thought he was being replaced, but only because he wants to be the one to help his friends. He just doesn't seem to care about his own well-being. Or if he does, he does a really good job at hiding it! He just likes helping his friends out with problems, and that's it. I find it weird, yet I envy him for it. I want whatever water he's drinking! Seriously, what's the catch with him? If you think Pinkie is the most mysterious character on the show, I find Spike to be the most mysterious. What's going on in his head? Out of the development he's receiving, I wanna know this. How is he so content with everything? There's SO MUCH of his character we have no idea about! He's not very open with his emotions.
  9. You know guys, it's really incredible. We just received our main goal in our Making Christmas Merrier donation drive of 3000 US Dollars and the year ends in 20 days. When it started, i was a bit skepitical, since it came so fast, but i was really proven wrong. But then i realized why this is all happening. It's Christmas Time. It's the one time when we all act a little nicer. We smile a little easier. We share a little more. For a couple of days we are the people we always hoped we would be. It's really a miracle because it happens every Christmas. And if you waste that miracle, you're gonna burn for it. I know. You have to do something. You have to take a chance and get involved. There are people that don't have enough to eat and who are cold. You can go and greet these people. Take an old blanket out to them or make a sandwich and say, "Here." And if you give, then it can happen, the miracle can happen to you. Not just the poor and hungry, Everybody's gotta have this miracle! It can happen tonight for you all! If you believe in this pure thing, the miracle will happen and you'll want it again tomorrow! You won't say, "Christmas is once a year and it's a fraud." It's not! It can happen every day! You've just got to want that feeling! You'll want it every day! It can happen to you! I believe in it now. I believe it's gonna happen to me, now. It's a good feeling. It's better than I've felt in a long time. Have a Merry Christmas. Everybody.
  10. This happens to me sometimes where there's this scene where you're supposed to cry but you don't cry at all. You feel a little sad yes, but not a lot. I think it's because I know how storytelling works and I know the tricks and if something's going to happen or not. Sometimes there's something sad happening and you don't feel it because it was: a. expected, and b. the characters aren't real. And even if the movie is based off of real events, you know it's fabricated and rather predictable. I guess I know how the world of fiction works. Any of you guys feel the same way?
  11. Am I the only one that wishes a smaller intellect? I'm not tooting my own horn, but there come a time when thinking can be over the top. Especially when it come to 'Over Thinking'. A lot of you bronies can agree with me that although thoroughly asserting a situation can be helpful, it can be painful when it gets too much. Recently, and I will just come right out and say this, I discovered my house is now a wonderful home to bed bugs (spoiler alert for sarvasm)! Isn't that great!.. Anyway, it's been a week now since I've seen my mother and my other beloved friends because we are both too paranoid and think I will give them all bed bugs. While this is not completely ludicrous, I can't stand the thought of an insect invading my space! Not to mention the very place to where I live! It's been about a week since I've connected with them, and I made a realization. My happiness depends on being around others. Yes, I do have a chemical imbalance that gives me depression but it's not like I'm depressed 24/7. I also notice my daily hygiene got worse once I knew I would be at the house and not see my family. I know it's gross, but hygiene is something I'm just not all that focused on. Frankly I personally think girls like myself are misnamed for being a 'tomboy', or whatnot. It's not that, it's just there are more things in life that I personally find more important than how I look (sadly my depression just makes it harder for an 'upkeep'). I love my father dearly, but he is as broken and still as I am. Sometimes I just need to get out of the house to interact with people like Pinkie Pie, although no doubt she would drive me crazy in less than 10 minutes.. Anyway, what I'm attempting to explain is that I so desperately want to be able to be happy without depending on an outside force to do so. I am a Christian, but sometimes faith can only get you so far. I can't tell you how many times I've over thought the presence of a deity, just to make some logical sense in my life. I'm not sure if this is something that I can change on my own. Or if I do see some improvement, am I fooling myself to be happy just to be happy? Or will I genuinely be joyful?
  12. Well, after texting, and spending time with my folks, I had to get this off my chest (it ain't hair. I actually could use a reasonable amount of that). This'll be a long one, so please bear with me. From just a single event two days ago that led to me becoming a member here, My entire life, personality and viewpoint all dramatically changed since Today's (probably gonna be yesterday's by the time I finish this) morning. I take weekly therapy sessions on campus, and I was supposed to meet my new therapist (the former one received a great job position that she chose to accept. It required her to move far from the university, sadly. Gonna miss her.) the afternoon of that day; my lightest college day with only one course to attend. I'm an unbiased client, so I certainly don't care about the age, race, gender or etc of my therapist. He and I discussed issues that were bothering me, during the session. His feedback and advice on one issue of mine, however, is the main culprit of this snowball effect. When he heard about my fear of rejection and hostility, he gave his viewpoint and opinion about it; He also handed me a printout of an informational article that I'll probably hold onto for a lot of years, if not the rest of my life. The subject of the article was risk-taking; basically showing what could happen if you try, and what you might have missed out on if you don't take the plunge (thankfully, not related to unclogging a toilet) . It gave statistics about the absurd amount of failures that certain examples of famous people in history encountered. However, it also included their clearly overwhelming amount of successes afterwards. After viewing the article, the latter was clearly worth reaching for, despite having to deal with the former, in my opinion. I thanked my therapist at the end of the session, and headed back to my apartment (not before, I bought myself a cheese pizza to-go, though. Delicious stuff, right there!) ,already feeling great. I thought about what I heard during the recent session, and it sparked enough inspiration to attempt what I wanted to do as far back as my introduction to online gaming, (To those curious, the MMORPG was MapleStory. I avoid it like the plague nowadays, due to my bias toward Nexon, but I don't judge the games playerbase and fans; It was a blast, playing it with my twin brother.), joining an online community (*Insert cliche', dramatic music sequence, here, before cutting into commercial break*). I thought to myself, "I'd love to be part of an online community, but I want to be part of just one, so I can prioritize and keep my amount of interactions simplified and manageable." This led to reasonably timed research (thankfully not accompanied with a montage and music); It pretty much was just comparing and weighing my interests. After around thirty minutes, (basically of messing around with an imaginary battle royale involving my interests as personified combatants), only two were left, and only one would make the cut (Sounds like a realty show competition. I always felt bad that the runner-up left with only his/her time wasted. Screw that "worthwhile experience" junk!) I had to decide between choosing the community of my currently favorite MMORPG (Dungeon Fighter Online) or the brony fanbase (I'm proud to say that my existence here makes me a living spoiler; nice). I choose joining an online brony community for two reasons. I felt guilty about being a closet brony at the time, and the fact that the recent reboot of the My Little Pony cartoon titled, Friendship is Magic, got me hooked (I'd love to experience that Netflix marathon, last summer, one more time); It also made me feel that T.V is still relevant to me, and often left a lasting impact on me with nearly every episode. Nothing on television did that to me in (too many) years. Then came standard procedure: I made an account name,(cautiously double)checked the forum rules and regulations, and headed into it face-first (Just like the situation involving part of the stairwell in the atrium building on campus, today. Zing!). Then came my introductory thread, followed by a lot of you politely and respectfully welcoming me, to even a few of you adding me to your Friend List; a seemingly blank-slate (me, by the way. Also,that sounded kinda close to blank flank) appeared worthwhile to some of you to befriend. I could have been a troll, a typical hater (Ugh, arseholes...), a user that would make one post and never return after forgetting about the site, or whatever negative person the imagination could come up with. Some of you still chose to befriend me, despite those possibilities; forgive my sudden change in language, but that fuckin' speaks volumes. When I woke up this morning, I realized something frighteningly different about me. The empty void, constantly reminding me that I'm missing something in my life, shrunk in size, (NOT a Dr. Seuss reference! Mention this, and I will glare at you as if you told me my jeans were unzipped. Even if they ACTUALLY WERE unzipped...), if not filled itself completely (If so, good friggin' riddance! I hated that douche!). So many things happened to me at once. I realized that I'm not an introvert, but actually an (annoyingly enthusiastic) extrovert; I was very extroverted during my childhood, but all of that changed when I suffered unjust and cruel treatment throughout my public school years (honestly, I would have preferred the Fire Nation invading instead). I also accepted myself for who I am, and I've been trying to do that for a VERY damn long time. Lastly, and the most significant, ( "It looks like he's gonna end it with a dropkick, leaping off the turnbuckle, JR!") effect, was that I realized that I was more happy than I've been In years! This pretty much sums it up. I just wanted to say that ALL of you made this impact in my life, regardless of whether or not you just found out about me through this blog post ; Even if you made one constructive post as a member, you contributed to the existence of this forum, thus indirectly being responsible for that impact toward me. It'll take me a very long while, if not years, to return the favor somehow. If I were to meet any of you in person, and you were to ask me to be your friend, I'd accept the offer without hesitation. I'd also fight tooth and nail (incisor and blunt end of hoof?) against any person causing you trouble (Who cares about that punk's six-pack? You'd be surprised at what a normal untrained civilian can be capable of, using mostly their elbows and knees!). Thanks for reading (Or skimming over. "Yeah, I've got my eye on you, pardner...") this blog post. It just means a lot to me how you all have helped me. Thanks, again.
  13. Did the Brony fandom change you, if so, how did it change you? For me, I was a brony quite a while ago. I had a period in which I went through hard times, became a tougher person, but at the same time started loosing my humanity (Not caring for people or their lives, hating people who think they are what they do is challenging compared to what I did) The brony fandom changed me, because through watching the show, I started seeing value in other people, and the small, more gentle things in life- while still managing to keep the strong willed, serious personality I have. I'd love to hear other peoples stories similar to mine.
  14. I was recently listening to a bunch of different brony-made MLP songs (specifically those focused on Luna's personality) when I noticed that none of them portrayed Luna's complete character. Some songs only displayed her sadness/yearning, many were focused on her jealous/evil side, and few focused on her regret. That's when I thought, Maybe I could put them all together, to create Luna's entire mentality. I already came up with the overall structure of the song: The opening would have something beautiful, yet sad, evoking a feeling of yearning. Something like 18:14 - 20:27 in this selection I found off of Youtube: The piece would then gradually speed up and build up in intensity until it reaches something like this: After, maybe, a grand pause, the song would end with something like this: The first third of the song should reflect Luna's sadness towards the fact that everyone sleeps during her beautiful night. The second part should be her Nightmare Moon, wanting to take over Equestria personality. The third part should be her reflection of her evil actions that got her banned to the moon. Like the first part, the third part should be pretty sad. This is just an idea, not a request, but if someone edited the songs I provided and then put them together into said format, that would be great.
  15. This game really knows how to tug at your heartstrings. I cries at certain parts,like when Kenny came back and Clementine had to kill us. U screamed when Lily shot Carley. If I end up having kids,my girls name will be Clementine without a doubt.
  16. Hey there! Just wanted to update this thing for those who are interested. Sorry I havent been on in awhile, Ive been in a do nothing mood. Possibly because Im getting all boo hooy over this lady on the internet who is nothing but happy and i want that i want to be happy and also shes a pet and i think that is adorable and i watched one of her videos about burning man and i almost died of feels So yea, more story updates. Intro: Years in the future, everything is destroyed, and it pans over the landscape and dead bodies, finally resting on the frail body of Twilight, who has been scarred from watching everyone she loves die. #edgy she then proceeds to pull out a book, open it, flip a page, and shut it. She then says "It wasnt always like this. Everything changed when the Take some pictures
  17. Believe it or not, I just finished watching all 4 seasons through, chronologically of course, for like the 5th time... Well, I guess since I also did my rewatching before season 4 was finished, I'd say it was my 4th time for season 4, and 5th time for the rest. Anyways... as my title suggests, I don't burn out easy at all. I just cried like hardcore watching the season 4 finale, especially during all its songs (and especially "Let the Rainbow Remind You"). Do you all still have this emotional connection to it, no matter how much you watch? P.S. I am so thankful for MLP. I was always an emotional/sentimental person, even before I was a brony, but I never had something to help me, uh, "use" my emotional-ness, per se, until MLP. And I'm one of those people that needs to be able to have a few good laughs, as well as a few good cries, to keep my self from bottling up my stress. MLP is like a stress relief valve for me. I am so glad I was Captain Curious and watched MLP for the first time this past winter, because I don't know what I would have had to relieve my stress. P.S.S. If you find any interest at all in knowing this, one of the reasons I am the kind of person to not have a stress relief valve, and thus may bottle up until I blow up, is because I'm an INFJ. If you're not familar with the Myers-Briggs/Jungs personality type indicator [test], then you should totally check it out in the spoiler below.
  18. What music did you find the saddest or most emotional in a video game. For me its almost the entire soundtrack of Journey. So beautiful. And bittersweet.
  19. I have officially finished writing my new, original short story. I put a lot of work and editing into writing this. I know that there are tons of ways that I could have made this better, but it is what it is. One thing that I must admit though, Rarrian (one of the characters in the story) is heavily inspired from Rarity's personality, so this is, I guess, somewhat MLP related, but completely original. Enjoy. The Rarr Event of a Life Time I sat down on the large, red couch in the school lounge with Rarrian. Her eyelids were covering half of her beautiful, cyan eyes. I could empathize with her; I got six hours of sleep the previous night due to an overload of homework from my science class. But she seemed like she got no more than four hours. Obviously in much worse condition than I am. “Tired?” I asked, trying to start a conversation. “Just a little bit,” she rolled her eyes at me. She laid her head on the back of the couch, and closed her eyes, probably trying to get a little more sleep before class started. “Why do classes start so early?” I checked my Timex watch; it was 6:30. Class started in fourty-five minutes. We were only there because they take attendance one hour early. “I know it sucks, but complaining about it won’t make it any better.” “Easy for you to say. Some of us have a little more to do in their lives. I haven’t gotten a decent sleep for two months! I have to wake up at 5:00 just to brush my hair.” I held back a laugh, but the temptation subsided when I took a look at her head. I didn’t even notice how messy her hair was before, but now that she pointed it out, there were blond strands curling upward. But other than that, it really wasn’t that bad. But to her, every strand counts. I dared not try to convince her, though, in the fear that she would go on a rant on how wrong I was. I respect her opinion, but I think she’s beautiful no matter what condition she’s in. “But that seems to be the least of your issues at the moment. You look like you haven’t gotten a minute more than four hours of sleep. What’s going on?” “Oh, nothing,” she began as she opened her eyes. “It’s just… oh, you don’t need to know. It’s a lady’s problem. “What is it, tell me?” I kind of just said it instinctively. For a moment, I got the feeling I was going down a dark road, and every wrong action from this point on could lead to terrible consequences. “Belachrome, please, this doesn’t concern you.” Despite Rarrian’s reluctance to tell me, I felt that this actually did concern me. But I knew that it wouldn’t be easy. “Okay, well, what else has been going on with you?” Rarrian turned towards me. “I spent my time yesterday hanging out with friends after school.” “Did you hang out with Clenauria again?” “Clen? No, she’s been hanging out with Squiphler again. I don’t understand why she would enjoy hanging out with such a fool after school hours.” I grew a subtle look of insult on my face. Squiphler is a nice guy… despite his silly ways. “What about Syneria?” “With Drakenor yesterday. That boy needs to get his life out of his head and be social.” I was so confused. These were Rarrian’s friends that she was complaining about. Has she been having boy issues lately? “Rarrian, I couldn’t help but notice that you are complaining about other guys at the moment. Is something bothering you?” “Belachrome, I told you, I don’t wish to talk about this.” “Why don’t you… wait a minute, is this what you didn’t want to tell me?” Rarrian jumped a little bit. “Belachrome, I’m done talking.” “Come on, Rarrian. I’m your friend.” Rarrian gave me an intimidating look. I was a little scared. “Can you not trust me?” I said weakly. “I can’t trust boys at all these days.” I think I hit the gold mine. I began my questioning in a calm voice. “Rarrian, why can’t you trust other guys?” “Belachrome, give a girl some personal privacy!” Her voice was cold, and it seemed unwise to press further. I feel bad getting Rarrian this mad just to get some information out of her, but as a friend, I feel like it’s my duty to take the initiative. “Please, Rarrian. Tell me.” She gave me a menacing frown. “Belachrome, stay out of my business!” she raised her voice at me. I was starting to feel like this wasn’t such a great idea, but for the sake of helping my friend, I wasn’t going to give up. “Rarrian, why don’t you want to tell me?” “Why?! Isn’t the answer obvious?” “Actually, no Rarrian. I haven’t a clue why you don’t want to tell me. “You know the reason!” she started breathing harshly in my direction. Her teeth were clenched with a strong grip. “No, Rarrian, I don’t know, and it clearly isn’t as obvious as you think. How about you tell me?” I couldn’t help myself. I was starting to speak in a harsher tone. I know it’s not helping my case, but my patience was wearing thin. Rarrian’s breathing calmed down minimally, but enough to start speaking. “Well, obviously, it’s because… because…” She started to grow a nervous look on her face. I was starting to feel that she was just talking without thinking, so I just had to wait this out. “Yes, Rarrian? You have my undivided attention.” “Because… I… I can’t… I don’t… I just can’t trust other guys! A-and…” “…Is there another reason?” “Y-yes! It’s… i-it’s… uh…” “Are you sure there’s another reason?” I wasn’t even talking with a sharp tone anymore, I knew I was breaking through, and all I had to do at this point was remain calm and collective. “…No, I-I just… can’t trust other guys! Not even you! She went back to shouting at me. “Why can’t you trust me?” Her anger went down again. But instead, she seemed like she was on the verge of tears. “Because… because I… you… I can’t…” I lowered the volume of my voice; “Why can’t you trust me?” It seemed to be helping. Hers lowered as well. “Because I… I… just can’t!” Now tears were officially sparkling in her eyes. Now was the moment to act. “Yes you can.” “No, I can’t trust you!” Rarrian said in a slightly quieter voice. The first tear escaped her left eye. “Yes you can.” I lowered my voice to almost a whisper. “No, Belachrome, I can’t trust… I just can’t.” “Yes you can,” my voice was nothing more than a whisper. “Belachrome, you don’t…” She sniffled, as a couple more tears escaped from her eyes. “You don’t understand! Please stop!” She wiped the tears from her face, probably hoping I somehow still haven’t noticed her crying. “You can trust me.” “Belachrome, please, I…” she closed her eyes as a last, desperate attempt to prevent her tears. “Trust me, I’m your friend.” I still spoke in a whisper. “B-Belachrome…” “I’m your friend.” “But…” Rarrian’s eyes started flowing freely with tears. Her voice had no power left for anger. “I can’t trust you.” She was speaking no louder than an average conversational voice. “Yes, you can. Yes you can. You can trust me,” I stated without ever leaving a whisper. “I…” Rarrian lost all courage to keep herself contained, and started openly crying. She buried her face into her hands, and cried without preventing any aspect. That was the final straw. I couldn’t stand seeing her so upset for any longer; I moved towards her, and wrapped my arms around her. My embrace firmly encased her body, and I could feel every bodily shake that came from her crying. I started patting her backside, and she continued to let out her tears. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, don’t worry.” Rarrian continued to cry for the next minute, and I kept my embrace around her. “Everything’s going to be alright, Rarrian,” I stated in just over a whisper. “Do you think you can uncover your eyes?” Rarrian breathed in through her nose with a big sniffle, and weakly shook her head. “Come on, Rarr, we’re friends, I don’t think of you any differently just because you’re in tears. Just show me your beautiful eyes.” Rarrian started to uncover her eyes. It was a painful sight; they were red, and very puffy. It was such a mess, and yet, so beautiful at the same time. She looked shy to uncover them any further than half way, probably feeling ashamed to look into my purely natural eyes, but I didn’t think any differently of her. She covered them up again, and the bittersweet sight of her eyes was gone. “I’ve got you.” I patted her back softly. “I know you’re a strong, young lady, Rarrian. Just please uncover your eyes for me.” Rarrian didn’t move. She almost started shaking up, and would probably start shedding tears again. “Come on, Rarr. I know you can look me in the eyes.” I took my right hand, and placed it on her left wrist. “I gave the minimalist force of a tug that could be managed. She pulled back, but I didn’t increase the force of my pull. It was only an incentive. In the end, she will have to be the one to reveal her face. “Rarrian, I can’t do this for you. Take all the time you need, but this isn’t the Rarrian I know. The Rarrian I know is very outspoken, and is never afraid to share her thoughts. But please at least uncover your beautiful eyes. I’m not going to pull any harder than this, so no pressure.” Her body started shaking less heavily and her silent tears and sniffles cleared up for a moment. She seemed to be in a moment of thought, possibly debating on exposing her face. Her arm was shaking in my hand, and she seemed ready to start crying again, but when I expected the return of her tears, she sighed, and slowly started uncovering her eyes. I could start to see the white, or in this case, red of her eyes. Eventually, her face was completely exposed. Her eyes were puffed up, her face soaked, and her blond hair was, I’ll admit, a complete and utter mess. But she was somehow so beautiful. The redness was starting to clear. But I could tell that she was very unstable at the moment, and could start crying again at any moment. I looked directly into her eyes. “What’s up, Rarrian? How’s your day going?” Rarrian grew the weakest smile that one could manage. Of course, I wasn’t expecting a laugh from her, but that one smile was enough for me at the moment. She couldn’t hold the smile for long, which was completely understandable. I just couldn’t bear to see her wallow in pain for another second, but just as she looked like she was going to burst into a flood of tears again, she swiftly returned the embrace that I had around her for the past ten minutes. She made no attempt to prevent her tears, and instead buried her face into my chest. I tightened my grip on her body, and made sure that she was as secure as a mother bird protecting her young. “I’ve got you.” I patted her backside once again. I let her cry into my shirt for however long she needed. My priorities were without a doubt on comforting her, but to be frank, I just can’t express how great it felt to be in her arms mutually with her head nestled on my chest. I used to help Rarrian in the past, but never did we come anywhere close to this magnitude of emotion. It felt good to know that I was helping her. It felt good to give her comfort. It felt good to be a friend for her to go to for her problems. It felt good to know that she now trusts me despite a problem in her life. But, I’m not going to lie, it felt good for her to be embraced with me while letting her tears out into my chest. I was somehow able to count the tears that dampened my shirt. I guess when you are focused on an individual, every bit of the situation matters to you, and you remember things that you normally can’t remember, or just don’t pay attention to. After about five minutes of letting out her tears, at a grand total of 257 tears released into my shirt, (no doubt completely soaked from her crying) she lifted her head to look into my eyes. She smiled for a moment and said her first words after fifteen minutes of not talking; “T-thank you Belachrome.” Those three words touched a very soft part of me. As I said, it felt good to know that I was helping, but I had no confirmation from her, verbally. But I didn’t show it in my expression, because not only would it be overwhelming for her, but I needed to focus on her at the moment. “No problem, Rarrian. It was nothing, really.” She inhaled through her nose again. “Nothing? How could you possibly say such a thing? You put up with me, and my anger, and my stubbornness, and showed nothing more than compassion!” After the completion of her statement, she tightened her grip around me. I was quite surprised by this statement; Rarrian has never admitted her arrogance in the past, but at the same time, I wasn’t completely surprised. Either she was growing as a person, or this was just the right moment for her to reflect on her actions. “Alright, I’m glad you think so, but if that’s the case, I ask for a favour in return. What’s going on in your life right now?” Now was the time to get to the bottom of her problem. Rarrian’s smile faded. “Oh… right. I guess it’s only right that I tell you…” “Yes… go on.” She was very hesitant to say a word about it, clearly thinking about every detail and every possibility of what I would think of her and the issue, and probably even some girl things that I don’t even know about. But eventually, she sighed and began. “…For the past month, a group of guys in the school next door were inviting me to hangouts during lunch time and after school. They gave me lots of beautiful jewelry, and treated me like a true lady… or so I thought… they would also demand things from me, such as getting me to do things I didn’t want to do… I don’t want to talk about what I did…” “What did you do, Rarrian?” Everything I’ve said up to this point was calm and as friendly as humanly possible, but this question came out a little sharply. “Tell me what you did.” She grew a desperate look on her face, and almost looked like she wanted to cry again. “Please, Belachrome. Don’t make me. It’s completely unlike me.” “That’s why I want to know.” Rarrian started tearing up again, and that’s when I realized I was being a little bit harsh. I took a deep breath before making my next statement. “Listen, Rarrian, I’m not trying to force information from you that you don’t feel comfortable telling me about, but I need to know this if I want to help you. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone. I swear to you that I will not say a word about this to anyone else.” Rarrian seemed to heed my words, and also seemed to gain the courage to tell me her shameful acts. “Alright, they asked me to be an accomplice in horrible schemes against younger kids, and stealing food from the cafeteria. I never directly got involved in the main scheme, of course, but they asked me to pick the locks of gates with my hairpins so they can get inside the playground and steal the little kids’ toys, or pick the locks of the cafeteria so they can take the food. They promised me rewards, but they never did. Their excuse was that the jewelry was the reward, and that it was enough of a reward for all schemes.” She closed her eyes with a sigh. “But it wasn’t at all. I figured out the hard way that it was stolen from one of the kids at their school. I happened to pass by the girl whom it belonged to. She saw my bracelet, and screamed at me that it was hers. I told her that a group of boys had given it to me as a gift, and that I could prove it. But when she asked them, they said that I stole it from her. They made up so many details about how I snuck into her locker. I wanted to argue with them, but I was just too shocked to say anything. The little girl ripped it off my wrist violently, not caring how much it hurt, and threatened that if she ever saw me again she would kill me. I didn’t mind since it was a little girl, but I was madder at the group of boys. I screamed at them and demanded answers as to why the hell they had done such a thing, but they just laughed at me, and commented that I sounded just like the little girl. They admitted proudly that they were never my friends, and that I was so dumb to have actually fallen for their feeble trick. They laughed, pushed me into the grass, and walked away.” “I felt so horrible afterwards. Despite my hatred for those guys… they had a point. It’s very difficult for me to admit such a thing, but… they did have a point. I was foolish to listen to them. And ever since then, I’ve been extremely cautious around other guys.” My mouth started gaping near the end of the story. Not only was I starting to understand what Rarrian has been going through, but I’ve also started to realize just how Rarrian was feeling when I asked her profusely what was going on in her life; insecure; her dark secret was getting chipped away at, attacked, slowly escaping the secure barrier of her mind. If I were in her position, I wouldn’t have dreamed of telling this to anyone, ever. I am absolutely amazed at how much information she volunteered, and with no struggle in between. Now I feel like an invader. I feel terrible. But I have to convince myself that this is the right thing… but it’s hard. But now it all makes sense. It’s no wonder she holds a grudge against guys. But now I’m ready to talk; “M-my God, Rarrian, I never knew… now it’s my turn to admit my faults; I can’t believe you co-operated with me at all in telling me all these things after pestering you about such a serious issue. I was only trying to help. I’d understand if you never wanted to speak to me again, but…” Rarrian looked up at me with utter shock and bewilderment. “Never want to speak to you again? Never want to speak to you again?!! Are you kidding? You’ve done nothing but try to help me, you’ve focused solely on me, my feelings, stayed calm, stayed friendly, no matter what crap I’ve given you, you hugged me through all of my nonstop tears, you let me use your chest to cry into, you said nothing but comforting words, you helped me find my courage, sworn to keep everything confidential… HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK I WOULD NEVER WANT TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN???!!!” “You’re so silly, Belichrome!” she said as she lightly wacked me on the head. I was so disoriented. My mind was racing with hundreds of thoughts. All of them were revolving around the inside of my head, all shouting at once. There were so many things that were happening at the moment that just… couldn’t be happening. I’ve never had such a headache in my life. But despite the overload of thoughts, everything Rarrian had just said was jammed right in the center of them, never fading vividly, or emotionally. Rarrian kept repeating it in my head at perfect intervals between words, over the loud thoughts attempting to drown it out. It kept getting louder and louder, and I felt like I was going to pass out. But all of a sudden, my mind went completely blank of all of the thoughts twisting and turning. The first new thought entered my head with a realization; did Rarrian just make a joke about me? I felt inside that I was completely in the wrong throughout this entire half an hour, but that joke that she made… when she wacked me on the head… somehow gave me a feeling of authenticity… a lack of ability to argue with her. Well, if she thinks it’s okay… then she’s right! “Well I think you’re wrong!” Rarrian looked up at me. Wait, did that just come out of me right? “Yes, you heard me right, I think you’re wrong. I’m not silly at all; in fact, I think I’m an arrogant person who doesn’t listen when one’s trying to help them.” I thought she was going to get really mad when… I said that. But to my surprise, she took it in very good humor. “Oh, are you talking about me? At least I’m not one who tries to invade someone’s personal privacy!” We giggled over the jokes together. “Thank you so much Belachrome for taking this moment to help me get through this problem. You have no idea how much this means to me,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me again. “Oh, lay off of me, you little shit, you’ve gotten enough hugs from me today. I even gave you my own stomach as a tear pillow!” “It’s your fault I needed a tear pillow, you invading bastard! Learn to stay out of a girl’s life!” We glared into each other’s eyes intently, and profusely, until we finally shouted out in unison, “Fuck you!” We fell on the floor laughing… Rarrian and I continued to jokingly insult each other for the next ten minutes, and we were having so much fun! But to be honest… I wasn’t really coming up with the insults; in fact it almost felt like an instinct; my mind just selected different insults to say, and I just said it without thinking. If I were thinking in my real head, I wouldn’t have even thought to take this kind of approach towards Rarrian. I never had an insult relationship with her. In fact, whenever I did this kind of behavior with her, she would get offended… horribly. I tried to gain control of myself a few times, but I was just having so much fun, that my will power was failing me. I have never had so much fun with Rarrian in my life. But unfortunately, it didn’t last. As soon as the last minute had gone by, my Timex started beeping, and I knew exactly what that meant… “Uh… Rarrian, it’s 7:10. Class starts in five minutes. I think it’s best that we head over to first period right now.” Knowing Rarrian as well as I did, I thought she would be reluctant to leave, but like she had the entire rest of the morning, she surprised me yet again; “You’re right, let’s go.” I lifted myself up to my legs, and then helped Rarrian get up. There were no signs of tears in her eyes now, or on her face. In fact, she seemed happier than I felt at the moment. I usually try to get to class as fast as I can, despite the “no running in the halls” rule, but I didn’t do that today, because this time, I had a friend with me. We walked to class together, holding each other’s hand, I, standing to her left, and she, to my right. In the most emotional moment of my life so far, I have reached an entirely new level of connection with one of my friends. I was very unsure of myself as to whether I was being helpful or detrimental throughout those fourty-five minutes, but now, I’ve never been surer of anything. I helped someone get through a very hard time in their life, and I helped her regain her trust of the opposite sex, after losing it in a horrible incident. It feels good to be that kind of person. I said that nothing that Rarrian did would change any of my thoughts about her, but at an ultimate irony… I will never think of Rarrian, even minimally, the same way again…
  20. Time to pick up chicks at the basketball game tonight...while loaded with MLP swag. Well, this should be interesting.
  21. Part 2: The accident By now the weather had indeed taken a turn for the worse, brilliant white streaks of lightning could be seen racing across the sky accompanied by the almighty roar of thunder. As the bursts of lightning became more frequent the wind also picked up to almost gale force, ripping the branches off the trees and sending birds fleeing out of their nightly roosts. Hail stones pelted down from the sky, crashing against the rocks and covering the ground with a fine white sheen. Skylar hardly noticed the sudden change in the weather, his mind was preoccupied by the nights events... flash backs of the glass hitting his face and him kicking Rumble Chomp raced through his mind and continued to feed his misery. He lifted his hoof to his left cheek and could still feel that the blood was still flowing freely which caused him some concern. Minutes and hours seemed to blend into one as thought's such as ' No one will every like you again'. 'Now people have seen this side you will be alone forever' entered his mind and he almost completely buckled over from crying. After a few minutes he partially regained his senses (what was left of them) and tried to figure out what to do. As he hovered over the northern mountains (an area usually forbidden to any Pegasi but the Storm Watchers) he felt a strong, ice cold wind buffet him which sent him somersaulting backwards several feet. As he regained his balance he looked up and the dark night sky lit up with a brilliant white flash of lightning followed by a deafening crack of thunder. Sobbing, Skylar covered his ears and screwed his eyes shut while hail continued to pelt him all over his body, each strike was like a wasp sting and each one made him gasp in pain. It was becoming clear to him now that he had no chance of making it back to the party or back home, he was way past the northern border and was already high above the northern mountains in the no-fly zone. As he realized fully where he was he also realized that he was the highest object in the sky.... in a thunderstorm! He had learnt in flight school the extreme dangers of flying in thunderstorms and he began to panic. Wildly he turned side to side, frantically beating his wings... look for some way to escape. As he continued to search a brilliant white flash temporarily blinded him and he felt a blinding pain in his right wing. He screamed in agony and when his eyes finally cleared he could see that his wing tip was black and smoking, he had almost got struck by lightning! Now fully alert and utterly terrified he beat his wings and flew in a random direction, however before he even made it another 20 feet he saw another brilliant white flash, then he lost consciousness. When he came back around he was still falling, he was spinning wildly towards the ground. He couldn't move a muscle in his body or make a sound but out of the corner of his eye he could see a large smoldering black patch on his flank ('where the lightning must of hit me' he thought blankly) and he could see smoke coming from his right wing. Suddenly sensation returned to his body and he yelped as a terrible pain shot back and forth his entire body, which caused him to blackout again. Still he continued to fall, like a silent snow flake racing to meet the ground. Silverstar and his group had been rushing around Ponyville for over an hour now, everyone was either asleep or passed out from the party and they couldn't find any Storm Watchers! He stopped to catch his breath and panted ' What are we going to do?! We cant find anyone to help, I can't believe Skylar is just going to be left out there to die!'. Silverstar started to sob at the thought of losing his friend but he heard a voice from above him yell 'Did you just say there is somepony out there in this storm?!', Silverstar and the rest of the ponies looked up and saw a white Pegasus with a brilliant blue mane descending towards them. 'Yes!' He replied ' Our friend flew off into the storm after an accident at the winter festival party, now we have no idea where he is or if hes even still alive!', during the last words his voice cracked and he began to sob uncontrollably so the other ponies gathered around him to give some comfort. 'Right' replied the Pegasus, 'Since all the other Storm Watchers are out dealing with other cases involving trapped ponies and damaged property I will go out and search for your friend, no pony will die on my watch!'. 'Oh thank you!' Silverstar sobbed ' Please be careful and bring our friend back to us!'. The Pegasus had a slight look of concern on her face, 'I will try my best' she replied as she beat her wings and began to ascend into the night sky... 'What is your name?!' She heard the ponies below call, 'Skystorm!!!' She yelled back before disappearing into the darkness. Skystorm raced towards the northern mountains, she had heard from several witnesses before meeting Silverstar that a Pegasus had been sighted going into the no fly zone but she had dismissed it as the lightning playing tricks on the ponies imaginations. However now she knew that there really was a pony in danger and she had to do her best to save him! As she beat her wings faster and faster her heart beat faster, tensing with adrenaline and the overwhelming fear that she might well be bringing back a body instead of a pony. Once again Skylar awoke to blinding pain and to the realization that he was about to hit what looked like some very large pinewood trees that loomed out of the darkness. As he drew closer and closer he braced himself as best he could and closed his eyes ... only two thought entered his mind ' This is the end, im so sorry to all the ponies I've ever hurt, I love you all so much but never really showed it... I wish I had taken the time to tell you all how much I deeply care about you'. The next thought was about all the things that he would miss out on in his life, meeting that special mare, all the new friends he would meet, the children he would have and watching them grow up to become beautiful stallions or mares. He let out one last sob before he crashed into the pinewood trees with earth shattering force, the impact immediately breaking his right wing and causing a deep cut down the right side of his chest, although he had slipped back into unconsciousness before witnessing this. She continued to race on through the howling wind, battering hail and blinding lightning, even though it had only been a few minutes of flying (Extremely fast flying to say the least) she was beginning to tire and she started fearing for her own safety as well. 'No' she said to her self through gritted teeth 'I will find him, even if it means the death of me!'. As she hovered above the valley known as 'Pinewood Gorge' to gather her strength a flash of lightning momentarily illuminated the valley and she saw a white shape below her on the floor about 300 feet down. It was hard to make out because the ground was now strewn with hail but as she drew closer and closer she could see a blood stained Pegasus lying on the ground, his right wing had almost completely buckled and his back left leg was bent at an extremely awkward angle. She raced down with all her speed and strength towards him. As she landed next to him she could see his chest slowly rising up and down which indicated he was still breathing and alive. However this was no cause for relief for now the full extend of his awful injuries were plain to see, his right wing had completely buckled and the end was black and still smoldering, his back left leg was bent very awkwardly which obviously meant it was broken, he had a large black patch on his flank and his coat had almost completely burnt away around it and there was alot of blood streaming out the right side of his chest. Her whole body shuddered and she had to bite back a sob as she stared at the battered stallion before her, lying almost motionless in the cold dark night. It didn't take long for Skystorm to gather herself and start thinking about what she could do. All Storm Watchers were equipped with sophisticated first aid kits but even this could not save the wounded Pegasus, only slow down the bleeding and give him a better chance of survival. She laid down her first aid pack on the stone floor and removed her Storm Watcher issued leather and fur coat which she gently placed over the stallions body, as she did so he moved slightly and let out a small groan but then returned to his previous position. She stroked his forehead with her hoof and whispered 'Don't worry, you aren't alone, im here for you now', already she could feel some small amount of warmth returning to his freezing body and his shivering became less intense. Now that she had provided him with some warmth her next job now to staunch the blood that was still continuing to flow from his right chest and torso. She burrowed deep into the first aid pack and found what she was looking for, Strong germ killing ointment (used for cleansing wounds before bandaging) and a extra large pressure bandage (used to hold absorbent pads at bay, meant to be wrapped around the entire body of a pony). Skystorm reached over his body and calmly started rubbing the ointment around the wound, as she did the Pegasus bucked and let out a mournful Winnie of pain, 'Shhh' she said stroking his forehead once again and trying to hold down his body 'everything is going to be okay, I will look after you' though as she said this a tear rolled down her cheek because she knew his chances of survival were slim at best. The Pegasus still resisted against her attempts to put the ointment over his wound but she managed to get most of it on, nuzzling close to him she said ' Well done, your a very brave stallion, all I need to do now is bandage your wound and brace your back left leg and your wing, will you keep being brave for me?'. Even though he was still quite clearly unconscious hearing her own voice in the bleak cold darkness gave her some comfort and she hoped that in someway it provided him with some to. Next she proceeded to gently press absorbent pads on his wound with one hoof and wrap a swathe of bandage around his body with the other hoof to hold it in place. Each time she did this he flinched slightly and a cold sweat trickled down his back so she continued to nuzzle him softly, while whispering words of comfort and encouragement. The blood was already soaking parts of the bandages, SkyStorm was now beginning to see the severity of it and applied pressure with both of her hooves to try and stop the flow, as she did so the Pegasus shuddered and a tear trickled down his cheek. 'I'm so sorry' she whispered, but I have to do this, its the only way' while all the time still stroking his forehead softly and lovingly. When Skystorm was satisfied that the wound had been properly dressed she rummaged again in her first aid pack and bought out a tub of 'Liquid cast gel' (The gel is applied over the area and dries into a super hard, but comfortable cast, not meant for long term use but great for in field care). As she gingerly applied the gel to his leg he winced and his leg drew away from her in a protective reflex which caused his whole body to shudder. By now tears were streaming down Skystorm's face, although she barely knew this Pegasus she was still overwhelmed by seeing him in such pain. 'Your going to be okay' she said as her voice nearly cracked 'Im nearly finished, please hold on for me a little longer... please keep being brave'. The Pegasus seemed to relax his leg at sound of her voice, she was beginning to wonder if some small part of him was still aware what was happening, as this thought hit her she bit her lip to hold back another sob and continued to apply the gel all over his leg. The Liquid cast set quickly and Skystorm let out a small sigh of relief because he seemed a bit more relaxed now and the cast seemed to fit well, which was a miracle considering the poor visibility and how much her hooves were shaking. Skystorm looked over to his wing but had to look away, it was the worst wing injury that she had ever seen... several bones were clearly broken, half of it was black and smoldering and it twitched weakly in the strong wind as if it were little more than a leaf on a tree. She knew there was nothing in her kit that could help his wing, that was far to specialist for her, he would have to have it repaired by a qualified surgeon... unless they decided to remove it.. which was an image to awful to picture! 'Okay' she said in a hushed voice, 'Im sorry but this is going to be hard for you, I'm so sorry for the pain I cause you... I am going to try and lift you onto my back to carry you away... it wont hurt for long' as she finished speaking she put her head underneath his torso and tried with all her might to lift him but he only moved several inches. The sudden movement clearly caused him alot of distress and pain. A wave of fear and horror washed over her as she realized that she would not be able to lift him, here only chance now was to use the emergency beacon ( A magical beacon / flare that can be seen many miles away). She knew from previous experience and training that the beacon could easily been seen from here by Ponyville on a normal night but she was unsure in these extreme conditions... but it was the only chance they had! She reached into the pack and picked up the flare between here two front legs and shot it into the night sky, immediately pinewood gorge erupted into a brilliant red light and the flare soared into the sky, 'Please send help' she whispered. Once the flare was as high as it would go she led close to his body and drew herself close to provide him with warmth and her with warmth as well. She continued to stroke his forehead and nuzzle against him while whispering ' I will not leave you out here on your own to die, even if they dont come for us I will stay here with you until the end, I dont know why but I just cant leave you...' as she spoke these words she began sobbing uncontrollably, she could feel his now warm breath on her face and she gave a slight smile, thankful that he at least was warming up. A few minutes went by with Skystorm still sobbing and stroking his forehead when she felt a small movement from his body, his head moved slightly and nuzzled in more closley to her. She opened her eyes and could see one of his deep blue eyes looking weakly back at her and she saw him give him a very weak smile... he tried to speak but he grimaced in pain. She nuzzled in closer and whispered ' Theres no need to say anything, im here for you now and I wont leave you', a small tear trickled down his face at the same time as hers and they drew closer, both shivering trying to keep warm in the icy grip of the cold and the torrential hail. Minutes seemed like hours, she could tell that he was still very much on the brink as he kept flicking back and forth consciousness while still frequently grimacing in pain. His bandages were almost soaked though most of the bleeding seemed to stop but his breathing still came in weak, ragged shudders, she continued to whisper in his ear and gently nuzzle him... sometimes getting replies from him in the form of a weak smile, a nuzzle or a gentle lick. To Skylar it all seemed very much like a dream, the brief moments that he awoke he thought that the form before him, nuzzling and comforting him was some kind of angel, in her arms he felt no more fear and became strangely blissful... unaware of anything else around him, only feeling her warmth. Skystorm awoke with a start, she realized that she must have drifted off due to the cold...she panicked for a moment and thought that the stallion was no longer there but then she could make out one of his eyes looking back at her again. She could see that he had become afraid again and she wiped one of the tears away from his cheek and whispered ,through chattering teeth, ' Im sure they will be here for us soon, don't worry... you're not alone and soon you will be back lying in a nice warm bed with all your friends around you', Skylar smiled at this though and drifted back off to sleep. By now Skystorm had lost nearly all hope and whispered 'Thank you for my good life, thank you for all the ponies i've met over the years and even though this may be my end... I thank you for bringing me to this Pegasus... to give him some comfort in his last moment' then she shut her eyes and drifted off to sleep as well. 'Can you still see that beacon Ranger Parker?' Asked Captain Mildew. 'Yes Ma'am, I can see it down there near pinewood gorge, it looks like we are about 500 feet away from the source of the flare!.... Wait, what is that down there?!'. Ranger Parker looked from the Binoculars and could make out the shape of two Pegasi. 'By Equestria!' he exclaimed, 'What is it Parker?' Replied Captain Mildew. 'I see Ranger Skystorm down there Ma'am and another unfamiliar Pegaus ... he looks extremely injured, we have to get down there as soon as possible! Skylar awoke to a very bright light which illuminated the whole valley, dimly he could here the beat of rotor blades though he was unsure if he was dreaming or not. He weakly lifted his head, which took a great deal of effort, and looked to his left, there lying next to him, shivering on the cold stone floor was the most beautiful mare that he had ever seen, she wasn't a dream after all. Though he was still weak to speak he gently nuzzled her, licked her ear and brushed her with his hoof but there was no response, although she was still breathing she seemed to be in a deep state of unconsciousness. Skylar began to cry and shake uncontrollably, while he was doing so he felt something hard and flat being slid underneath him, he whinnied at the pain the sudden movement caused and almost blacked out again. Through his hazed senses he could feel himself being lifted off the ground towards the air ambulance, each step sent a stab of pain through his body, though his concern was for the mare still led on the ground. He tried to look up but one of the crew of the air ambulance held him down and said ' Its okay now, its over, your safe ' this provided little consolation to him. He writhed around on the stretcher as strongly as he could to see what happened to the mare who saved his life, the last thing he saw were two more crew members bending over her, placing her in a warm coat and lifting her up on a stretcher as well, he kicked in dismay to see that she was not moving, fear overwhelmed his senses, as he continued to kick his injured leg caught the side of the metal air ambulance and the overwhelming pain made him black out. He had the dim sense that he was flying in the back of the ambulance and felt another soft hoof stroking his forehead and telling him he was safe, he turned his head to look at them but his eyes were to unfocused to work out who it was, he tried to speak again but all that left his mouth was another sob , but not of pain, though he was still in agony, it was fear that the one who saved him may not survive and that he would never get to meet her. Again he began sobbing, Captain Mildew stroked him again and tried to calm him. She walked over to Ranger Parker and said 'What do you think of their chances?', Parker looked back at the two Pegasi (Who were separated by a certain) and replied 'Skystorm did a very good job patching him up, though his chances are still slim, Skystorm herself has gone into hypothermia..... i'm not sure she will make it'. Captain Mildew sighed and looked back at the two Pegasus, they both looked like they were sleeping so very peacefully... yet each one battled for life. 'All we can do now is pray, Parker.... all we can do is Pray'.
  22. The end of Skylar? Chapter 1: Prologue It was another dark, cold night in Equestria, the leaves rustled and the branches groaned in the bracing wind that was whipping in from the north. By now most animals and ponies were at rest but deep in the night the distant noise of music could be heard accompanied by brilliant flashes of light and thunderous cracks of the exploding fireworks. The Occasion? Only the annual winter festival of course! The volume of the music inside was almost deafening, so loud in fact that Skylar was very much considering sticking the corks from the wine bottles in his ears! Skylar let out a loud groan that was drowned out by the tumult, he wondered why he always got invited to these so called 'parties' by his friends, they knew he hated them yet they still insisted on him coming! Gazing around though even he had to admit that the venue at least was beautiful. It was a very old (but newly furnished) oak house which had been converted into a club for special events, the walls were lined with many red velvet sofa's with solid mahogany tables in front of them, the few support pillars dotted around the room were covered in many fine decorations and vines wound their way around them, almost down to the floor (which he thought was a bit dangerous). The stage and dance floor were also rather magnificent, the floor alone could probably fit at least 100 ponies and the stage, with its beautiful silken curtains and large blazing torches could hold another 50! Laying back on one of the comfy sofa's near the bar / coffee area his mind began to wander and his eyes grew heavy. Laying his head softly on the table he started drifting off to sleep (which was a miracle with all the racket going on!), he was exhausted from pushing himself to hard during the afternoons training and all he wanted to do was rest without being disturbed. Suddenly he felt something cold wash over his face and down half of his body, he opened his eyes and jumped up with a start! Looking down he could see that he had been drenched in apple cider (his most hated beverage) and that his mane was dripping wet... but who was the culprit? He looked up slowly and saw the grinning face of Rumble Chomp (A friendly but very clumsy / slow earth pony) looking back at him. Skylar's first reaction was one of anger (he was already exhausted, hated loud noises and now this was almost to far!), his eyes narrowed and nostrils flared but he bit his lip just as he was about to come out with a mean remark... instead he looked around at the ponies staring at him and gave a fake (but convincing) laugh and shook off the cider from his body. He gently tapped Rumble Chomp on the arm and said (with a forced smile) be a little more careful next time okay? Rumble Chomp didn't even seem to register what Skylar had just said but instead ran back to the dance floor and started 'busting some moves'..... some very bad moves! Skylar let out another deep sigh and sat back down at his table and poured himself another glass of extra strong wine, 'if I can't go to sleep then perhaps I can knock myself out with this , at least then I can still get out of this dreadful party!' he thought glumly. As he continued to drink the room around him began to move with a life of its own and he began to feel very relaxed. However this peace was not to last, he heard a gasp from one of the mares across the room... as he opened his eyes he saw that a glass (that Rumble Chomp had been swinging around while dancing) had left his mouth and was flying straight for him! Skylar tried to duck out of the way but it was to late, the glass hit with full force on the left side of his face and smashed to pieces. Skylar whinnied in pain and held his hoof the left side of face, when he withdrew his hoof to take a look he gasped to see that it was stained by a considerable amount of blood. For a moment he just stood there, lost in the moment, and a couple of ponies rushed over to him while his friend Silverstar (who had been outside talking with a mare the whole time) hurried inside. When Silverstar could see the damage that had been caused to Skylar's face he pulled out some cloth and bandages from his pouch (he always had been very practical) and gently started dabbing at the deep cut on Skylar's cheek. Skylar sat down in shock while other ponies fussed around him but suddenly he felt a great surge of anger well up inside him unlike anything he'd felt before...He shot up from his seat, reared up on his hind legs and spread his wings as far as they go, the blood had now started dripping down his neck and staining his body as well. 'RUMMMMMBBBBLLEEE CHOMMMMMMPPP!' He bellowed! Rumble Chomp turned around and cowered in obvious fear (no one had every seen Skylar so enraged before). ' You are the most stupid, moronic and idiotic pony in all of Equestria! No wonder everyone always laughs at you behind your back... you STUPID OAF!'. The crowd of ponies gasped and tears began to well up in his eyes and roll down his cheeks. ' Please Skylar' He whimpered ' I didn't mean to do it i just get to excited sometimes and when Rumble Chomp (Yes he refers to himself in the third sense) get excited bad things can happen! Skylar let out a deep growl, sounding more like a tiger than a pony, 'Look what you have done, LOOK!' he snapped back pointing to his face and to the floor which was now stained red, Silverstar put his hoof on Skylar's shoulder but he was shrugged off.. 'I've had a bad enough day without some dimwit like you making me stink of cider, damaging my face which may leave me scarred forever AND YOU THINK SORRY IS OKAY?! WELL ITS NOT!!!. He reared up as high as he could go and hoof stomped Rumble Chomp as hard as he could right in the nuzzle, Rumble Chomp crumbled under the assault and fell to the floor whimpering and clutching his face. Every pony gasped and backed away from Skylar (in this mood and covered in blood he looked extremely terrifying). Skylar looked around the room at the frightened faces of all the ponies and suddenly all the rage left him, instead it was replaced by a deep sense of guilt and shame. A tear rolled down face, mingling with the blood and making the cut look even worse, 'What have I done?' He said with a sob, ' How could I do something like this to someone as innocent as Rumble Chomp... I don't know what I've become!' he continued with tears now streaming down his cheeks. Silverstar put his hoof around Skylar's shoulders and replied ' Look, you have been through alot today, we can all understand why you got so angry... if that happened to me I might have done the same! Let's get you to the medical center and get you cleaned up as soon as possible' he said with a comforting smile and gentle nudge. However Skylar was already far to upset to listen to anyone, even one of his closest friends Silverstar. 'No, NO!' he cried, tears now flooding down his face 'I've done a terrible thing, I don't deserve to be here ruining all your fun and laughter....'. As he began to walk towards the balcony, where he intended to fly away into the night, Silverstar and a few other ponies grabbed his tail. Skylar whinnied and spun around, the others could see how deeply upset he was and Silverstar said ' Please Skylar, we really do understand what you've been through and how tough things have been for you... we don't think that your ruining the party and the fact that your even here makes it 10 times better'. Skylar let out a loud sob, shuddered, broke free from their grasp and lunged out into the night. With one beat of his powerful wings he had lifted off and could make out Silverstar shouting behind him ' Come back Skylar, you can't fly in the state your in and you know the weather is treacherous during the winter solstice!', however his words fell on deaf ears as Skylar continued to fly away until he was obscured by the darkness. Silverstar turned back to look at the still stunned faces of the dozens of ponies who had now gathered on the balcony, it took him a while to gather himself but looking back at the red stained floor where Skylar had been he finally said in a panicked voice ' We have to go and look for him! Or at least tell someone whats happened... we cant let him stay out there especially not in the storm that is coming in from the north mountains, he will be killed! '. The ponies around him whinnied in fear and shouted ' What can we do? ' 'We will get killed to if we go after him!' 'None of us are strong enough flyers!'. 'Silence!' Silverstar shouted 'we have to keep calm, I am going to go to the Storm Watchers (Pegasi who specialize in controlling Thunderstorms, tempests, hurricanes etc) and tell them what has happened so they can save him before its to late! Who's with me?!' There were a few nervous shuffles and coughs... some ponies even started walking away but half a dozen said ' We will help you Silverstar, lead the way' with that they ran outside in search of one of the Storm Watchers.
  23. Its been a topic floating around my head for awhile: How has the show helped you emotionally, and do you have any bonds or ties to the characters of the show? Do you hear mock voices of the characters in your head sometimes? Has the show literally saved your life? Tell your story! Do you like the show because its funny and AMAZING, or is it something deeper? I guess for me it really did pull me back on the right track. I felt extremely hopeless and stopped taking my anti depression medicine. I was going to just give up, but then I started watching the show more and fell in love. I really connected with princess Luna and Fluttershy, and they gave me hope to keep going on. Sort of weird...and deep, but hey, I owe those -sadly fake- ponies my life! If there are any topics like this, sorry! Feel free to remove this one! If I posted this in the wrong spot sorry again, Im also a noob >.< Well thats enough of my blathering! Tell me about your story!
  24. So, I made a new Snowdrop page recently. I was hoping I could get a few more likes from this site, since it's gotten way overcrowded. I will be posting lots of pics, updates, and random stuff. Here is the link: I hope to get more likes soon! I'd appreciate it if you could share my page as well. Total Likes So Far: 61
  25. WARNING: TOO MUCH FEELS IN THIS ART I started to make this in a moment in where I was feeling very down, I never finished it, I am ok now but I wanted to finish it still. Also, this is a photomanipulation(?) practice (I only drew Motion in this picture, everything else are images found on the internet), next time I will be using some tutorials and such in how to properly do it without doofing around in photoshop If you can't handle it, then my evil plan has worked :3