open Casual stroll

[GingerLightning 258]

@@Seamore Sandwich, @@Blitz Boom, @@Lonk Chase,

Ginger Lightning carefully approached the hippo before poking him several times with her hoof...then she starts asking questions...

"So, What exactly are you? Where did you come from? Why do you have wings and horns?Why can you speak? How do you know Lonk?And how can we trust you?"She asked the hippo after pulling on the hippo's wings and horns...

[cwhip9 1,078]

@@Blitz Boom, Cresent blinked a bit again trying to think, unsure if this was tyical cat behavior or if this was a red flag of some sort he should be seeing. when it came to deals he was used to blood, mony, even at some points locks of main. Flesh was something he never ran across.

 

"tell you what, im use to blood dealing, vamp blood helps with healing and memory" he said bitting into his hoof sharp enough to draw his own blood. Then stopped when he herd a familer voice behind him

 

"oh cmon are you serious, just say yes we both know it will bug you if you say no"

 

Cresent spun around instently seeing his darker self ,Mall. Smilling at him like a prankster just fooled the school principle his red eyes daring him to strike

 

"what just because were in a different dimension dosent mean im dead"

 

Cresent fought back the urge then turned back towards the cat "im game any effect on my body when I wake up or...." cresent scratched his mane confused. He turned his head back towards Mall but there was no sign of him turning towards the cat

 

"sorry about that how dose this flesh trade work then?" he asked

[Summer Breeze 2,528]

@@Blitz Boom, @@Frosty Frost,

 

summer smiled a little bit when the others tried to cheer her up, frosty poked her and summer poked him back.

 

then laryel came and lifted gently summers chin up

 

 

"As the icy one said, Summer, you have my help to get you through this. So please, ease your heart and find the strength in those around you that will lift you if you fall, and keep you on when hope seems scarce. Trust in them, as they do you, and before you know it, you will find what you seek."

summer looked at laryel and nodded 'thanks laryel, and frosty, and blitz. I'm so happy to have you all here. there is nopony else that I would have wanted to make this interdimensional travel with' and she hugged all of them, or at least, she tried. but laryel was a little bit too big. then she whipped the last tears away and summers usual, bright, smile came back.

 

then they continued on their way to, to where actually? 'laryel, where were we going again?' summer asked. she still didn't understood this world completely, everything looked so strange and new and summer was quite distracted by everything that she saw around her.

[Blitz Boom 4,636]

@@Summer Breeze,

@@Frosty Frost,

 

Though it did look a bit awkward, as Lyriel had risen up again and Summer would therefore be hugging her legs or lower stomach, depending on if she had leaned up some, the Dryad did not seemed bothered. Momentarily shocked, yes, but as that passed and she saw the furry one embrace her other companions too, that faded and gave way to a larger than before smile. She did not say anything to that, as it seemed to her that she had said what she had to there and they had to be on her way, but she had been close to uttering a thank you to Summer. Both for the hug, and for saying the names of the others. It helped when she were to speak with them after all.

 

Frosty seemed to fit well the icy one too, and the one she had thought were called Vaaaauw... Well, Blitz were not a word she were familiar with, but perhaps it would fit well sooner or later as this travel went on. Though it could perhaps have something to do with her trying to peer through the thick foliage of where they were right now. Usually it were not This bad, but Lyriel were moving it slightly to make way for them, which would make the way surrounding them seem thicker than it should. Probably for the best that this one could not peer through though. Lyriel were not sure why, but she had a lurking suspicion that if there were an easy way through the smallest of the three outsiders would begin to wander away from the path, led by curiosity.

 

"We are headed towards the mountains where the Atazi live, seeking passage through one of their gates, and hope that they are able to provide you answers, though I cannot make promises.

 

I barely see them as is, only watching them now and again when they seek trees, but keeping my distance from them. They know that my kin are here, and I doubt they would wish us harm as we keep the valley flourishing, but I am not sure what knowledge they possess of the things you speak about or how much help they could be.

 

Still, they are the only ones I have seen who travel to the outside, and the only secure passage is through their settlements, so to bring you to them and pray to the earth mother that they will provide not only passage, but also answers, is the first thing we should do. Besides, it is for the best if you do not linger in the valley for too long, or it will begin to reclaim you as well."

 

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@@EQ_Theta,

 

"Master used to have me keeping eyes on him when the night embraced him, I will do the same to you. Make sure that you are safe."

 

Even if she wasn't a guard per se, Omen had her ways to keeping others at bay, and since she never needed sleep, got exhausted or had to spent any magic with her defence as it wasn't magic based, but as natural a thing to her kin as blinking were to others, she were good at that sort of non-violent protection gig.

 

"Besides, I have no other places I need to be, and it will give me the chance to think over things. See is some of all that have gone on will make more sense when I give it thought."

 

It were more than what usually happened in a day that had passed since she met Senlin, and much of it on the fly, which meant that she hadn't the chance to fully absorb it yet. Given some time and thought would help that, and like this, she could still be there to keep her friend safe when it went on. Making sure that nothing in the forest tried to take him, his things, or any clues that might pass about his sister - that she could perceive as clues that were, such as her showing and looking him over in his sleep - seemed like the right thing to do. Especially since she were just going to stand still and think anyway.

 

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@@Moonlit,

 

"Woah, cool."

 

Ziggy clapped at Serenade's explanation with a big grin on her face. She had been pretty sure that having to hear about the stellar mojo would be hard to get, but the siren did well in explaining via examples instead of just simple textbook scenarios, and she actually managed to get most of that. Not all, of course, but considering her knowledge of the stars and such tended to boggle down to *Uuuh, pretty.* that wasn't surprising either.

 

"Y'know, back at the hospital, the initiates were told that the best students weren't just the ones getting the better grades, but also could explain what they meant to somepony who didn't understand the lingo. If it's the same with your work, then you got to be an A++ student."

 

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@@MDLineArt,

 

Florence nodded feverishly and went over to the side of her fellow gryphon that seemed to be almost blacking out on the back of the pony. She might not be the muscle that some other members of her family were, or big like this guy, but she still had some gryphon backbone to help out here to get her kin out of here with. Which, considering the utter mayhem, had to happen pretty fast.

 

"Okay, let's see if we can get him away."

 

With that she placed herself beneath him too, scurrying in under Giddon the moment before a vague light seem to light in his tired eyes and his beak opened to say something... Yet no words came. The adventurer had finally blacked out, which were easy to feel for the ones below him as he were now essentially dead weight.

 

"Nnnngh... Heavy..."

 

It would take a little bit for her to adjust, but she'd do what she could to help dragging the gryphon and the large bag he still had a severely tight grip in. It were frankly annoying to have that pushing against her tail feathers, but not as much as the other part that he were hitting her with. His blood, down her back and trickling in under the bound wings...

 

Florence shivered slightly by the feeling, but she'd have to keep pace with Bashful when he moved and then get to the hassle of getting blood out of white weathers later, though the thoughts were already circling her head about it. Somewhat vain, perhaps, but she already looked strange enough with the long, rainbow-coloured tail feathers behind her, she didn't need to also have half her side covered in dry blood.

 

Behind the two of them trying to get away, eyes had not missed the fleeing ones, but the diamond dogs had enough to deal with with the problematic guards to not care Too much at this point. Though things might change eventually as it looked like they were stepping up their game a bit.

 

On one front, the ones who had gone into the temple started to get out again with their three formerly controlled brothers in tow. The former cultists were awake, but seemed weakened and were rushed into one of the holes the others had gotten out of in the first place, though it didn't stop the dogs at the temple.

 

Other former cultists and guards came after, either being in battle with the dogs, running away from them or being tossed out - it seemed one were also chasing one of the more cowardly diamond dogs - whilst the temple itself seemed to begin to... Yes, it Was starting to wriggle slightly, as if the foundation it stood on were being tampered with.

[Moonlit 593]

@@Blitz Boom, Serenade blushes, "Honors student actually, graduated top of my class." She coughs, trying to clear her throat, "Got a job with the Royal Household shortly after that. But then I ran afoul of the Nobility of Canterlot, and I got shuffled to the Night Court. And really, Princess Luna doesn't need any advising on astronomical matters" She giggles, "So most of my time is spent updating old charts so they can be used for navigation." 

[MDLineArt 93]

@@Blitz Boom ((Sorry of the late post and lack of format. I am doing this at 2am over a phone, so pardon if Bashful's speech or anything else is inconsistent. Didn't want to leave your hanging.))

 

"So..." Bashful swallowed hard, trying to force his voice back into the appropriate octive that his nerves were sabotaging at every turn. After all, he came so close to hurting this griffon helping him with Giddon that he couldn't look her in the face. Though maybe she didn't want to see him either, which worked in his favour on a logistic level. So why were his guts all tied up in knots?

 

"... My name is Haze Guard. I'm... Umm... I'm sorry about earlier. It was dark, there were those ponies everywhere, and I couldn't just..." Lowering his head, ashamed of himself. Firecracker and Orange Lace would expect far better from him, though maybe his shame would be a better mask than whatever he was about to say.

 

His eyes turned behind them, to see how far away they had travelled from the temple, they could still feel the earth beneath them shake with great force. Bashful's gaze then went to Giddon who was bleeding all over his coat smearing along his back as Bashful and this griffon aiding him in what ever capacity she could continued to try and be brave and push on ahead.

 

It was then Bashful Thread's stomach growled again telling him just how much keeping this act up was costing him, even though he gourged himself not more than an hour ago. It had been one day in Tarterus he swore.

 

"We need to stop. He's not gonna get help quick enough." Bashful tried to put down the Titan he held on his back with the assistance of the diminutive counterpart he had gained.

 

"If I get those bindings loose, do you think you can help me fly him to Ponyville?"

 

Reaching down to the green ooze upon the steel talon of Giddon, he pulled it away with soft touch, the motion may be reminiscent of a spider spinning thread. Bashful was angry with Giddon, but there was little he could do about it. If Giddon hurt his brothers and sisters, Mother already had a plan to sort him out, and he would willingly defend back into that pit of buzzing thought.

 

He moulders the green goo and started to press it over the wounds. This was by no means more than a crude attempt at stopping Giddon bleed out. How much easier this would be if he was Bashful Thread with some silk and a needle?!? Still, he only hoped what little he had done was enough to stem the tide of blood leaving this bitter giant of a griffon.

 

"So little one. What do they call you?" Bashful couldn't believe these two have crossed paths over and over yet never knowing his. And if he plays his cards right, she never well.

[EQ_Theta 460]

@@Blitz Boom

 

There was uncertainty swirling about in the mind of the longma. He wasn't sure how to respond for a moment. On one... hoof, as the ponies say, he was always content sleeping alone and would be safe with a few traps triggered with tripwire and tree branches. On the other, he was unsure with someone watching him while he slept even if the reason behind it was benign. To say how little he had to say about it only proves his point further that he really has been isolated for so long and brought up with xenophobic ideas planted into his mind and realizing that while they may ring true at times, there was always a possibility that he would be proven wrong one way or another. He was open to being wrong, no doubt, but he always thought it would be limited to arguments and heated debate.

 

Senlin stuttered, "I... I don't... I..." but he was unable to say much with cohesion, let alone think straight. Just like his own mouth, his mind stuttered, struggling to find something to say.

 

He sighed and decided to go along with what Omen said. "Alright. Let's head back to the forest. I have some spare vines and leaves I could use to make something to keep you warm through the night." 

[Seamore Sandwich 471]

@@Blitz Boom

@@Mentis Soliloquy

@@Denim&Venom

 

Carl had already left his weaponry behind when he had switched to crawlerling form, so it was no loss to him, and Miststalker gave up his weapons willingly, as they both still had their fangs and webbing. As they proceeded along, Carl would move quickly, keeping up with the others, while Miststalker would walk a bit slower, attempting to stretch out the group of changelings that had encircled the two of them. If things went south, it was best to have an escape plan. Seeing these insect like creatures was triggering their instincts, making them grow hungry, though they weren't specifically considering eating the changelings themselves. The look in their eyes, however, might cause the changelings a bit of unease.

[Denim&Venöm 19,094]

 

 

@Blitz Boom @Mentis Soliloquy

"Dude. Speed things up or else we'll start carrying you instead. " Priestess said to Miststalker, taking point for the group, while Allure flew a bit behind and Reverie flew on ahead to keep up with Karl. "You may want to slow down dude. Or else you'll be running into my squads cross-hairs."  

[Blitz Boom 4,636]

@@cwhip9,

 

"That smell..."

 

The cat had wandered near Cresent whilst he had been turning around himself, and by the second time that he had turned around himself to look after his inner demon, Zinthar were more or less not listening to him anymore, but instead had his focus on Crescent's slightly bleeding hoof.

 

"Intoxicating. Alluring. Powerful."

 

He was audibly purring now, making movements as if an invisible hoof were petting over his back from head to tail and bringing him the finest joy a cat could find.

 

"*purr* What I'd do for just the smallest taste of the ruby droplets. How I'd enjoy every second of it, like I did oh so long ago."

 

He took another deep smell of the nearby hoof... And then reluctantly jumped back, away from this heavenly aroma that had filled his nose and his head for a few, blissful seconds.

 

"Ah, but I can't. I long too much. A drop would become a pint, a pint lead to a bucket. I wouldn't stop until there were nothing left."

 

The joy seemed to go out of his step rapidly during his talking, going from the high to a depressed low before gradually moving upwards, though his eyes did not leave the point where blood trickled and from the tongue that licked around his mouth, it appeared that even if he were keeping himself in check for now, the hunger weren't gone.

 

"No, I must settle for what I asked for. An answer for an answer, the *pound of flesh* in tales I want for what you seek to know. My hunger... Will have to be sated another time."

 

The disappointment in his voice were noticeable, especially to himself, and he hated it, just like he hated how he had sounded for that brief moment where it took all his will not to trample down this pony and gorging in the life blood he had offered him a small sampling off. Like he were some addict who were only barely keeping himself at bay.

 

But were it really not like that? He had wanted for this taste ever since he had gotten trapped here. He craved it, and sometimes screamed to the silent walls in desperate howls for something to give him relief from this hunger that seemed to churn eternally in his womb. Yet now that there were something, Some Pony, he couldn't, because he needed Crescent as much as the pony needed him.

 

He wished burningly to just ignore the fact and lay waste to the first snack he had seen in what felt like several lifetimes, yet for now he had to restrain himself. Something that he couldn't do if he got too close to that corrupting, coppery smell of blood.

 

"So, what is your first question, pony?"

 

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@@MDLineArt,

 

Florence let out a sigh of relief when they put down the heavy gryphon on their backs for a bit. She wished to help him, of course, but he weren't exactly the most mobile to work with.

 

After putting him down she had her back turned to the two, stretching her talons and back a bit, when she heard the questions asked her. Usually she didn't think it was too smart to tell everything to a random stranger, but... Well, he had helped her so far, seemed rude not to say stuff back, especially since he Had already given her his name. Mother wouldn't like to hear that she had become some sort of ruffian after all.

 

"It's okay, you got me out so... I shouldn't focus on small errors anyway.

 

As for my name? Well, I'm Florence, and yeah, I think I can help you with this guy if you can get these things off me. Mind if i ask though, who is he? Friend of yours?"

 

She turned around and went over to him and noticed Haze seemed to have tried to seal the wound the gryphon had with a sort of goo. If she didn't knew better she'd say that it were some sort of changeling goo, but that were just silly, right? Unless there were some of the cultists that were changelings and this one had gone down fighting one of them... Brrr, what a horrid thought.

 

Looking away from the bleeding wound, her gaze went to over the heavy sack that he were still carrying in a strong grip with his bloodied, normal talon, wondering what it were that really lied within it for a bit before catching herself in the act and internally scorning herself. This might be a friend of the pony that had saved her life, and she focused more on this, than him? Heck, she hadn't even looked him in the face yet, like she were thinking of the dying gryphon as some sort of item.

 

Perhaps she should have a look whilst she had the chance. Just lift his chin a little and have a look. It wasn't likely she knew who it were since she couldn't say she knew many of the larger gryphons, but who knew? better to have a little look and... And... Blurgh?

 

Bashful would see the smaller gryphon go from somewhat concerned looking over the wound the gryphon had that were attempted to be closed, to curiosity over what in the nine worlds he were carrying, to back at him with concern and, for some reason, sudden horror as she took a few steppes backwards.

 

"No... Nonononono..."

 

Her eyes darted over the gryphon an finally taking in everything. Not just the colours of the feathers but the subtle pattern, tail, gear and the metallic talon that she hadn't seen yet as it had been blocked from her sight until now. Either by diamond dogs, Bashful, or the fact that she had been on the side where it had seemed normal.

 

Eventually, panic settled into the gryphon as she tried to rip and tear into the bindings keeping her wings down whilst whimpering uncontrollably like she were a puppy that somepony had accidentally hit, ignoring the fact that she didn't have the physical or magical strength to pull this apart on her own.

 

"Get it off, get it off! I need to... I-I have to do something!"

 

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@@EQ_Theta,

 

"Weather is warm,"

 

It was all she said before starting to walk back towards the road they had been on when they got in here from his hideout. Or well, *road* were so much said, as some of the way would be a path threaded down by pretty much just them, but still.

 

She wondered a bit how bad it had to be when he had to sleep so far from towns though. he had mentioned a few times how others saw him and his kin, and she had seen it some on ponies in Ponyville the first time they had wandered through, but were it really worse than just looking scared at him? Would they hurt him while he slept if it were?

 

"Can I ask, why is it so far from ponies you rest? You said they are scared, but how scared? Enough to do something if they found you asleep?"

 

A thought that would Really make for some good nighttime thinking whilst going to bed for sure, but she didn't think on that for now. Likely not later either unless she had it pointed out that planting an idea like that before bed time weren't exactly healthy for the subconsciousness.

 

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@@Moonlit,

 

"Ooooh, I didn't even think of that being an application for that sort of thing, how cool. The less sailors lost at sea the better."

 

She'd like to say that she knew somepony who had been lost at sea and could then relate to this, but... She had nothing really, beyond the usual concern and compassion for anypony that might be in danger that were. Still, she Could relate to it somewhat, as it were pretty much the same thing she went with, just another angle of it: To help others and keep them healthy. Ziggy mended wounds already there, and Serenade stopped others from being in really big trouble, which both did theirs to help others.

 

In a way, you could say Serenade did it better as prevention were always good, but she might just be overthinking this again. It happened sometimes.

 

"Y'know, I heard the nobility in Canterlot can be a bit... Well, condescending, irritating and rude. Is it really that bad? Or was it something else that clashed between you?"

 

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@@Denim&Venom,

@@Seamore Sandwich,

@@Mentis Soliloquy,

 

Great, they had not even Reached the others yet and there were already unrest going in this group.

 

Ko felt the urge to throw acid at others when he heard the bickering going around as they rushed onwards to the forest group, not wanting to hear more like this on a day that already were, and would continue to be, under a bad moon for them.Frankly he just wanted to call it a day as it were, take off, and dig himself into a hole to hide for a few months so the worst could be over with, but that wasn't an option right now. They were too deep in a large pile of things going down for that to be an option, so it were just to keep in this boat going up a certain river with no paddle.

 

*sigh* Hopefully they were soon with the others so they could at least pretend to get some professionalism back into this instead of what were akin to playing with royal children. Brats that cried to eachother over small things and whom could all use a good beating to keep them in check, yet too important to lay a claw on per standard or rules of the court. And here he meant both Mistcrawler and Carl, and the ones from Subterena. The later might be fitting more into the *spoiled brats* category, but his own kin were not shying away from messing with things they shouldn't and showing defiance or rebellious tendencies amidst a situation where they had to thread lightly.

 

Frankly, they were all acting like children in his mind, and he longed to be able to ditch this kindergarden and get onwards to jumping from the pan to the fire.

[MDLineArt 93]

@@Blitz Boom

"He's no friend of mine.  Just don't like leaving people behind is all.  Met him in Ponyville, he was coming out of some clothing shop or something, said he needed some help.  Got separated, I went for the prisoners, he went for something..." Bashful looked towards the sack stained in maroon drying gore. "...else."

 

As the goo started to really settle, in it's thinned state exposed to the air it began to dry and contract.  It wasn't a strong suture, but it could slow the bleeding, temporarily at least. 

 

"Florence, huh?  Pleasure to meet you,"

 

"Anyway, couldn't just leave him behind.  Promises to keep and all that.  There is a chance for him to get out of this ali-" Suddenly he saw Florence panicking.  She was looking over Giddon's face, and suddenly lost it, franticly trying to get out of of her bindings.

 

Moving closer to her, Bashful put his hoof on her back trying to get her to calm.  "Hey! Calm down!  You're not doing any good by thrashing about, you're just gonna get hurt yourself!" 

 

It was tough to hold her still before he could even get to her bindings.  He continued to bite and pull at the wrap around her wings, it took a long while of struggling with her before the wings even began to come loose, feeling the sudden release of the tightened strained she put herself through trying to get out.

 

"THERE!  Sweet Celestia, what are you getting so riled up about?!"  Tossing the bindings aside, he looked over her. 

Edited April 10, 2016 by MDLineArt

[Moonlit 593]

@@Blitz Boom, "Not just sailors, but land caravans as well, and Land Surveyor's. Good quality starmaps can even help farmers tell when a good season to plant or take in the harvest is approaching." She chuckles, "I don't know how many Earth Pony farmers I've had to convince of that. But I digress. Not all of the Canterlot Nobility is like that, there are a few who, pardon my language, buck the trend." She keeps walking, occasionally shifting her saddle bags around and fluffing her wings. "And as for what happened." She stops and takes a deep breath,

 

"The position of Astronomer Royal is highly prestigious, and comes with alot of bonus'. A Stipend from the Royal Accounts, access to the Royal Observatory, and a nice mansion in Canterlot. So when the position opens up, the political maneuvering for it can be as deadly as open warfare. I had just graduated when the retiring Astronomer Royal, which by the way is a rare thing, for the past thousand years, every Astronomer Royal has only given up the title upon their death. Morbid I know, but most never voluntarily retired, but yes he submitted my name to Princess Celestia as his replacement. I never knew until I was summoned to Day Court" She shudders, stopping to fluff her wings again, "That was an experience I never want to repeat. Coming face to face with the Solar Princess." Another shiver, "I was...'interrogated', for lack of a better word, in front of the entire Day Court. They said I was too inexperienced, too young, not noble enough, one even said TO MY  FACE That I wasn't an Unicorn. Eventually they decided that I should be given the title of Assistant Astronomer Royal, which doesn't have any of the bonus' which I don't mind, and tasked with" She stops and airquotes the next words with her forehooves, "assisting the Night Court with Astronomical Matters." Serenade snorts, bringing her forehoofs down hard, "The Princess of the Night needing help with the Night sky." 

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[cwhip9 1,078]

(on mobil) Cresent raised an eyebrow seeing the reaction from the cat seeing his blood. It looked very familer almost like....no this cat could not be vampiric, predatory yes but the bat pony realized he had to tred careful around this one when it came to blood. "Ok then... how dose the pound of flesh deal work, and will I suffer in my relm?" asked the bat pony.

[EQ_Theta 460]

@@Blitz Boom

 

"I don't think it will come to that," Senlin remarked. "They may be scared but not enough to warrant such drastic actions. It's probably because I am used to the forest, so much that it feels more like home than a house made of wood with a warm bed waiting for the owner to lay their head. Those are the places that carry some air of safety away from the prying eyes if one does what they can to ensure security. I suppose what one considers home is relative to them."

 

He thought about his days spent setting up small shelters within the confines of cities and forests, the former being far more... forgettable than the latter. There was much to avoid about the cities that he found solace away from the eyes of the public and their glares were telling. No two scenarios were alike but most of them were unsavory. Ponyville was much more favorable.

"To tell you the truth, I love small quaint towns over the bigger cities where their inhabitants are likely to give you a curious look over an icy one. In the cities, you have everyone looking to get somewhere so quickly that they never really look more than two steps ahead of them. And those that do, they have something rather insensitive to say. There was this one instance where I was in Manehattan where I couldn't find a place to stay in an inn and there was no forest around the city so I found a nice spread of foliage and trees in a park. I decided to stay there but was evicted in the middle of the night. The weather decided to take a turn for the worse and a storm arrived so I found a dark alley. I took shelter in a cardboard box and while it was not the best place to call home, it was enough. I seem to have picked up a thing for boxes after that since it is the first thing I look for when entering a city!"

It wasn't the most painful memory in his mind but there was always something bright to think about when he was always in the dumps. He felt depressed about it for some time but whenever it was brought up, it would always lighten him up while remembering a lesson he would never forget.   

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[Holiday Agnaktor 1,436]

@Summer Breeze

@Blitz Boom

 

Frosty smiled as Summer went back to her usual, cheerful self. He always liked it when she was so happy. It reminded him to be happy too.

 

"You can't get anywhere if you don't have friends, yes? Also, I'm still not sure if this is another dimension, so our quest (hah, always wanted to say that) might be a lot easier."

 

Frosty poked Summer again, before trotting off to follow Lyriel through the plants, listening to what she had to say.

 

"So the Atazi, huh? Who- I mean, what are they? Are they plant-beings too? Also, 'the valley reclaiming us' sounds like a bad thing...?"

 

Frosty could imagine a lot of scenarios which could be counted as 'reclaiming'. None of them were very pretty. Most of them included them dying horribly. All of them included the nutrients in pony bodies.

[Blitz Boom 4,636]

@@MDLineArt,

"He's dying! I can't... I don't know How he is here, but he's dying, and... And..."

The gryphon looked like she were having a minor breakdown and barely kept herself in check. It had helped a little to get the bindings off, but she were still not making much sense here and looking as frantic as a dog on new years eve.

After swirling around herself a few times though, her eyes settled on... Him. He needed her to stay calm right now, but how Could she be? She hadn't seen him for so long and then all of a sudden... What was he even doing here? What brought him to this place? Who hurt him? Where he even able to be moved right now?

No, there wasn't a choice there, he had to be okay to be moved. Dragging him wouldn't get them far, just like Haze had said, and it was either flying or... No, she couldn't think like that. He were going to be fine, they just had to get going, and now that her wings were free again, there wasn't time to waste.

"Look, I can tell you everything, but please, let's just go and get him to a hospital? I beg you?"

Florence looked into the eyes of the pony with fear in her eyes whilst urgently taking a grip in the left arm of Giddon. Not a fear of him, no, but of what might happen if they didn't get going that went on step by painful step in her head. Memories of what had once happened about to occur all over again and tear up in wounds that were barely more than a thin layer of scar tissue.

But this pony would help her, right? He had helped her and all the others get out before. Taken all those guards there to save them and help them when they were finally outside, free of the madness that were about to engulf them and instead taken into open hooves ready to care for the worst hit amongst them. This pony had come as a shinning light when the hour seemed darkest, and though she hated having to keep asking things of him after that, she had to pray that this hero would help her get the gryphon away from here and to a hospital, and then get his answers afterwards.

It were not fair, she knew, but she couldn't have this life on her consciousness again, and right now she had a hard enough time thinking over what she were even going to say. Her head were spinning with so many questions dipped in a sea of worry, that even focus on this were strenuous.

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@@EQ_Theta,

"I don't get others when they are like that. Why does anypony becomes harsh to those who are different and shun them? Shouldn't we welcome curios things? Special beings? Aren't that how we learn?"

Omen's moral compass were heavily skewed towards her master's way of thinking over things, especially when it came to things like this. He had found new beings fascinating, and though he played tricks on them and sometimes tormented them, he weren't just focused there, and he could be benevolent too. He didn't single out a particular breed or just outsiders in general and focused on nothing by to make their lives miserable. Not when she had been watching at least.

Then there were ponies, were they did things like this that were basically shunning Senlin for being different and knocking him around, yet said that they were better than him or others like Master Discord and setting themselves as being the good ones. A strange breed with little meaning to her, but it were just one of the many... Hypocrisies - She thought that was the word at least - that she heard spoken from their kind.

Usually she just ignored it, but it were hard to when it were against a friend, even if said friend seemed to have gotten over it fine enough. Interesting really, as she hadn't thought that were going to influence it when he had first called her that, but it seemed to do something to her judgement at times. Made it biased.

 

Another potential side of friendship she could spend the night thinking about, but there were still getting Senlin to sleep first before that, in a place where she would be able to keep an eye on him so that nopony could try and chase him off into bad weather. She wouldn't want that for him.

 

"Sometimes, this world makes less sense than his. Or at least the ones in it."

 

Omen slowly shook her head and kept on walking, giving up on trying to find meaning in the actions against Senlin for now. It seemed like it would be wasted time for something that wasn't going to be logical, like magic. Just more meaningless.

 

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@@Frosty Frost,

@@Summer Breeze,

 

Lyriel didn't answer when she were asked, she just averted her eyes again from the small ones and kept on walking.

 

Who wasn't too quiet however, were Blitz who had briefly stopped up whent he question were asked and started to bonk her right front hoof on her noggin to see if she could get her brain working. There were something about the notion that they were going to be reclaimed that sounded similar to what the dryad had said the last time she hadn't wanted to speak of things, but she just had to think about it for a second...

 

She almost missed the others moving on when she got an idea of what might be the connection, but only by a few meters fortunately and she were able to catch up before they got away without a problem.

 

"Reclaimed by the valley... Is it because of the water?"

 

Lyriel didn't answer when the little one spoke up, but it did seem like she sank a few inches from the back, as if she were feeling slightly down by the notion.

 

"Yeah, I think that could be it. She told us down at the stream that the water had weird effects, and when you poured it on yourselves, you grew flowers. Perhaps when you're here enough you're bound to drink some of it, and then you start to turn into a plant? Like getting taken in and becoming part of the valley? Might be why we haven't seen any animals either I guess?"

 

The dryad's right hand started to clench and shake ever so slightly the more Blitz went on. Whatever were being said it seemed to hit a nerve or something.

 

"...The Atazi are great beings with old memories, living here before the Adatzne bow fell and made this place uninhabitable for them. They wander on two or four with scales like fish, but harder, and fly on leathery wings like the bats that once lived here."

 

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@@cwhip9,

 

"Awh, not feeling like trading parts of you to me now?

 

A pity, but it can wait until we have both escaped this I suppose. It's not as if I were planning to let you get away from me that easy out there anyway."

 

Zinthar turned on the spot and wandered down the tunnel they were in once more, giving only the bat a short, hungry look before getting back to what role he had said he were going to fulfil earlier. That being a guide to get out of here.

 

He had hoped that some of the way could be spent learning a little from this outsider, but unfortunately it wasn't on the table for now it seemed, so he would have to hold back yet another hunger, this time for knowledge. There must have been so much that he had missed in the time spent here, and jut like with the question why Crescent had spun around himself before, he wanted to know it. It might be little things, but even trivial information was something worth gorging in when you had spent untold times in this place, where the only ones he could find to speak too were dream guards that thought him one of the deep horrors and ignored him, or the horrors themselves, who were not keen on talking.

 

But, he supposed he could learn a lot when he got out, and instead focus his questions on things that mattered. Wasting his precious few questions on trivia seemed pointless the more he thought on it after all..

 

Still, he could not be sure what might peck his interest when it were, so perhaps they would see what would happen when they found one of the gates that could lead them to the land of dreamers. From there... Heh, they were going to have a bit of fun there if the dream wardens tried to stop them.

[Lonk Chase 255]

@everybody who's in this I forgot and I'm lazy sorry

 

Seeing the hippo creature waltz into the area gave two different reactions to two different beings.

 

Lonk wondered what the heck is the hippo and what it wants from him.

 

Clara wondered how easy it will be to eat the hippo. She's starving.

But then she realized it was no regular animal. It had horns. And wings.

She doesn't know if it is healthy to eat this creature. Does it have some sort of toxin in its skin or anything else like that? She doesn't know.

Plus, it seemed like the animal doesn't just have flight-or-flight instinct. It's ponian in a way. It has a conscience, a character.

Eating it would be like killing a pony. Only do it if you absolutely have to.

So, she decides to leave him alone. Hey, it might turn out to be good in the end.

[Quinch 1,120]

@Seamore Sandwich, @Quinch, @SugarfootWillie, @Blitz Boom [Ponyville]

 

 

"Cancel that," Quinch shot at Zhu. "The longer you wait to see what will happen, the less time you have to change it. Admit that plan A is tango uniform, say inspiring words at the funeral and start coming up with plan B now." He looked around, still bombarded by signals. One upside of this whole situation was, he was definitely not in an illusion, as they were never this.... noisy. "Make it one that doesn't involve anyone else dying."

 

Something - or someone else caught his eye. Another pony, frozen in panic. The biometrics were useless, whatever weird biology these things worked on made it useless, but even he could read body language this obvious.

 

"Hey," he said, softly. He reached down at Penny, an indigo iron giant in the storm with a gigantic gloved hand extended. "Everything is going to be all right, but I need you to stay calm." He was lying, of course - not because he believed everything - or anything would be, but it was too early to believe anything. But someone frozen in terror was useless at best and a liability at worst - so giving them a purpose, no matter how potentially useless, helped reassert control, whether by him, or themselves. "When you see a break in the winds, run and get the Prince-"

 

"Can you hear me? Hello?"

 

Well, that was abrupt. No... actual signal. Magic, probably. Maybe.

 

He reached back up, putting a hand on his ear.

 

"Yes," he said simply.

 

"Talk to me."

[cwhip9 1,078]

@@Blitz Boom, Cresent chuckled trying not to sound nervous as he trotted along with the cat "don't worry what vamp would I be if I went back on my word, a deals a deal, and besides" he said.

 

"something tells me your not as home here as I am, maybe this be a two birds one stone if it were" he finished.

 

 There was a bit of a silence between the two as they walked, cresent racked his brain with ice breaker questions that would go well. He also did not want to show how confused and scared he felt so he decided to go with the basic.  

 

"so this purgatory, I have a sense its not sally a crowded place is it?" he asked Zinthar trying to get used to the cats third eye and not focus on it while facing him.  

[MDLineArt 93]

@@Blitz Boom

 

There was a dark thought that ran into Bashful Thread's mind as he watched Florence, that small griffon crying over Giddon's wounded body;  Maybe I should let him die.  He knows too much, it would be safer, and no one would know.  The problem was, Bashful would know.  He would know he let another life die.  That's what Bashful tried telling himself anyway, as he moved over top of the wounded giant laying on the forest floor. 

 

Then he looked at Florence, tears starting to swell as she pleaded for Giddon's life.  If she could tell him everything, then by Mother's orders he had to.  It would ease his conscience anyway.  His siblings were right;  Scissor Biter, you're too soft.

 

"Alright, alright...  By Celestia, just get it together.  Florence, I can't carry both of you so I NEED you to stay focused.  All of us are in this right up to the neck, so we gotta get moving."  It hurt Bashful to say the last thing he would ever tell someone else in such distress.  That's the problem he finds himself in too often.  Feeling one thing and saying another. 

 

Reaching down with shaking hoof, he tried to grasp hold of the blood slick feathery carcass of the behemoth, picking him up and expanding his wings.  It was tough to hoist him on his back, flying felt like he was asked to move a mountain. 

 

"How do you... uhg.. know him?" Grunting trying to lift Giddon was more of a chore than moving a mountain.  How does somepony like him even get flight? 

 

Taking off, he started to make his way, not even looking back to check on Florence.  He could only assume she was there.  "You have no idea how much trouble he's been for me.  He's been a pain in my flank since we met.  And after him dragging me out here, now I'm the one dragging him back.  Life just ain't fair."

 

Bashful tried to push aside the thought of dropping him from this height.  "You're gonna get me killed, I hope you know that you son of a crust."  Was that the expression?

 

Bashful Thread looked down at the unconscious Giddon, and wondered how in that metallic talon of his continued to grip the burlap sack.  "What in Luna's name is he carrying anyway?"

 

"Alright Florence, start from the beginning..."

[Summer Breeze 2,528]

@@Blitz Boom, @@Frosty Frost,

 

summer smiled when frosty poked her and walked away to walk next to laryel, but summer wouldn't let herself be poked without revenge so when she passed frosty to walk in front of the groop she gave him a sneeky wing poke.

 

summer wanted to walk at the front so she could see the things around her better, everything was so new and beautifull. she wanted to see everything!

 

 

 

"Yeah, I think that could be it. She told us down at the stream that the water had weird effects, and when you poured it on yourselves, you grew flowers. Perhaps when you're here enough you're bound to drink some of it, and then you start to turn into a plant? Like getting taken in and becoming part of the valley? Might be why we haven't seen any animals either I guess?"

summer listened to blitz talk about what she thought and summer was impressed 'That's a really good theory blitz, why didn't I think of that' summers said and she ment it, she really wished she had thought of that herself. but then she shrugged her shoulders and continued staring at the forest and listenening to laryel.

 

 

 

"...The Atazi are great beings with old memories, living here before the Adatzne bow fell and made this place uninhabitable for them. They wander on two or four with scales like fish, but harder, and fly on leathery wings like the bats that once lived here."

'what is that bow you keep talking about laryel?' summer asked, it seemed impossible to her that it was just a regular old bow since they don't fall out of the sky and they don't bring life to a whole valley.

[EQ_Theta 460]

@@Blitz Boom,

The last few words that left Omen's mouth were something to think about. Senlin was quiet for some time during the walk back and while he gestured to Omen for his spot in the small shanty and making sure there was room so no one would need to sleep outside, he continued to think about those words, or some of them, that is. That and why some ponies acted they way they did.

A world that makes less sense? What about a world that didn't make sense? Would there be a need for a reason for everything to make sense? Sounds more like something Discord would say... It is tough to imagine something like that but not everyone was all bad. Someone comes to mind.

"I've been thinking about what you said, about why others act the way they do. Not everyone was like the city folk. I learned something important from a stranger once. I asked this gruff-looking stallion, muscular and all, about what ponies were like. He replied with a firm and emotionless 'no' and I asked him why and he replied with a very thought-provoking answer."

Senlin recalled the words as he began mending a crude blanket of leaves and plant fiber, making sure it held together, despite his rather shoddy attempt at it.

"He said: 'a creature cannot be summarized by a simple description and likewise, a group cannot be summed up so easily in a manner similar to: the zebras are a striped bunch who only speak in rhymes or the griffons are an exotic kind that are only out for themselves. If you are expecting an answer, then I suggest you learn to get used to disappointment because I will not give you one.' He left me there disappointed but he had a point. If I met a rude earth pony on the street, it isn't safe to assume all earth ponies are rude. In the same way, I was perplexed with your appearance when we first met but I decided to reach out to you. If I couldn't assume, then the next best option was to learn and form my own understanding of who you are."

Senlin finished the crude blanket. It was a fairly disappointing attempt with a lackluster result. He had a much better one in the shanty and passed it to Omen knowing that his guest deserved better.

 
 

 

Edited April 13, 2016 by EQ_Theta

[Blitz Boom 4,636]

@@MDLineArt,

 

"O-Okay, just... Lemme take this."

 

Florence had followed as Bashful had thought, after having stood and looked amazed at him that he could lift the other gryphon with that ease. Yeah, fliers might not be the heaviest bunch in Equestria, but usually pegasi didn't have that much muscle to flex around with so that it would make a difference. And yet this pony just took him like that? Sure, it were hard on him, she could see that, but the fact that he were able to in the first place were no less impressive because of that.

 

If she had to point a talon at anything, it would be the cursing, but that was hardly anything really. And who knew? Perhaps being a son of a crust were something really effective to say locally. Some of the colourful pony phrases tended to be that to her ears at least.

 

In any case, as she had thought on that she had gotten some questions about the unwieldy passenger, but considering she had also heard a comment about what he were carrying she had decided to do a little something first that should ease the burden of Haze.

 

So, she had flown up to just beneath Giddon, grabbed hold in the sack a little below where his own talons were and made sure she had a tight grip on it. Then, with a quick swipe of her other talon, she tore through the fabric between their talons so that Giddon ended up only holding a small bit of the upper part, whilst Florence now held what had to be metal considering the sudden weight that almost made her drop out of the sky.

 

She swirled a little, and yeah, she almost hit the top branches of a tall tree, but she got herself under check and balance eventually and got up again, yelling to Haze the entire time that she were fine so that he wouldn't try to get to her. He had to keep his focus on Giddon to not drop him as it sounded like, and even with the sack not there it likely hadn't changed so drastically that he were now easy to just toss around with one talon. Or well, Hoof, in his case.

 

"I hop that helped.

 

Anyway, you asked me about him? Well..."

 

She bit her beak a little and thought on how to phrase this. You'd think it was just to take it from the start, but what start? From his birth? From they first met? Last time? And what about after? Did she skip things to make it easier right now and then skip out some details? She didn't want to drag it on for hours either and bore him after all.

 

"He's my uncle, and until now I thought he were dead."

 

Okay Florence, That was a bit too short there. Come on, think, give some proper answers and story about him. It wouldn't be *everything* if it were just this sort of newspaper headlines theme on it.

 

"I mean, we all did, after the accident... But I guess I should start earlier.

 

Back when I was little, Uncle Pyhrus used to be a big name in our town for being one of the good guys like you. A hero, that went around helping out others between getting into trouble adventuring, and when my dad left, he set the adventuring aside so he could help my mum raise me.

 

He learnt me all sorts of things like standing up for myself, what was right and lock picking, in case someone had gotten locked out of their house or something, and even if mum got mad at some of the things he never seemed to care. He just kept smiling and doing his thing.

 

Lost him a lot of things, like his talon to that ursa major, but he never complained about it far as I heard. He jut kept on doing good,and making the family really proud of him. That is... Until 10 years ago."

 

Florence bit her beak again, though this time she knew exactly what she were going to say. It was just that she really didn't like to say it out loud, even now when she had seen that it had all been a lie. Nothing more than a filthy, sick lie.

 

"Uncle had some bad ones going after him, and they kidnapped me and a few others from my class to lure him in.

 

When he showed up, he jumped in front of the cage I were in and they started to cut him... Really badly, but he still managed to get them down. Unfortunately, not before another of them managed to take off with another from my class they kept for blackmail. Some politicians kid that noone liked, but that didn't mean that he should just be taken, and I'm sure my uncle would have gone for them right away too... If the bomb hadn't been set off.

 

He couldn't get everyone away from it in time and he was too hurt to get to any disarming sort of thing, so he did the only thing he could do, and took the bomb with him, flew itno another nearby building and... And... And then the whole thing exploded."

 

A few tears started to run down Florence's chin at the memory of seeing that. Her uncle, who had helped her and the classmates he could, seemingly blowing himself up for the greater good. An end that he would have wanted, sure, but it had been devastating to her. Ad it really didn't help in the aftermath either.

 

"Mum were told that all they could find afterwards were his scorched stone talon attached to his smouldering remains, and that it was so bad that they couldn't even get him into an open casket. We had to bury him with only the talon to look at, and without saying a proper goodbye... And then everything went to Tartarus.

 

Just because the high ranking kid had been taken away, the media started to call him out as being a villain and a useless... All sorts of bad things, okay? They basically kept saying that even if the politician's spoiled brat got home safe later, and that going after him would have gotten at least four of the rest of us killed, that he should have gone for him instead because he were important. More important than even his own family in their eyes.

 

My uncle's reputation just became worse and worse from there with all sorts of lies being told before we finally moved. We couldn't take the abuse anymore, not when we knew those who started to say them never even knew him, but just spread lies because they could. Cowards riding the wave because it made Them feel better!"

 

Florence let out a small shriek of anger and got a sudden look over her that made her look Very much like her uncle in his angry phase, with the only cure being to hit someone until it stopped being funny. It didn't last more than a few seconds, but still, it were there.

 

"I thought that was the end of it, but... Somehow, he's alive. I don't know how, or why he haven't tried to find us in all those years, but it's him, and now he's about to...  I-I just can't see it happen again, okay? Burying family is too hard."

 

Memories, good and bad flooded Florence whilst she talked, not all of them related to what she had said, but all including her uncle in times long past when the red griffin had held that special place in her life. A place that she had though were gone forever, but might finally return now. That is, if Pyhrus wasn't going to end up dying from bloodloss.

 

After a bit she looked at Bashful and nervously opened her beak to ask him something, not sure if she could ask back now, or if she just had to speak, or if he were even able to in case her uncle were still too heavy.

 

"Can I ask, why did my uncle take you with him? Is it because you are a hero, and you went here to stop the cult?"

 

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@@cwhip9,

 

"The only ones I ever meet are the occasional horror shambling around, looking for a way out. Pitiful, weak creatures most of them, unable to even talk, but we can't always chose our cell mates, now can we?

 

And a prison it is for those not of the dreams. Nothing here comes out without the dream guards seeing you, and they never allow any to escape here. Though, I have yet to approach them with an inmate who belongs even less than me, and if they really are about serving the dreamers when yes, as you put it is is two birds with one stone. A little of me scratching your back, and you scratching mine in return. Seems very fair, does it not?"

 

Zinthar almost began purring again from the thought of finally being able to pass that accursed barrier that kept things locked down at every exit he had been able to find, reaching the next level in this elaborate dream realm and the next part in his inevitable escape.

 

For once, freedom were getting so close that he could almost taste it, and for once he wouldn't be denied that. Not if they wanted to save the dreamer that were.

 

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@@Summer Breeze,

 

"The Adatzne bow were one of many that lined the skies when the rain had fallen heavily without blocking the suns rays. On some occasions, they would appear even with little light, still showing off the many colours as the light reflected in the pure water falling from above.

 

One day, around 40 years ago, legend haves it that something strange hung in the air and a storm somehow assaulted and broke the colourful bow into pieces that fell to the ground. Where the small shards landed and melted into the earth, the trees drank heartily of the liquid fed to them and as the days went by, the mutations that coursed through them gave birth to my kind in the valley..

 

By far the most though landed in our water, and from one day to the other, the fallen bow had mostly been drunk by the earth. A boon for the floral elements, but as the little one said... It have not had good effects for the softer beings. Though, even us who are born from its essence need to not drink directly from the source, or we face to return to an eternity as simple trees once again."

 

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@@EQ_Theta,

 

Omen gorged herself in the words that Senlin said, taking in what sounded like wisdom from somepony who had seen and knew better. One with experience, which held much value when trying to figure out how much of it to listen to.

 

"Interesting."

 

What the words could mean depended on the listener, but to Omen it sounded like the other pony had promoted to giving the benefit of the doubt, and not judging others simply on what they were, but instead on who they were, and hope that it would be one of the better ones.

 

Another thing to ponder during the night. And speaking of which...

 

"No, you need it more than me. Same with the space, and besides, I'd prefer to stand out there tonight. It helps to look to the sky when I need to think."

 

Omen was made to be very low maintenance, so this wouldn't be an issue for her. Never technically needing to eat and not being reliant on sleep were bonuses for your minions when you weren't always as to the point on keeping track of or wanting to see the being in question, and Discord had played that smart when it had been time to make her back then.

 

Sure, she were still prone to eating random things in general, but you couldn't win them all, right?

 

"So, goodnight then."

 

Omen wandered over and slowly, as if she were not entirely sure if she did this right, she lifted a hoof and gave Senlin an awkward goodnight hug, a little like she had seen mothers do to their foals before sending them to bed. She usually didn't do this sort of thing, but copying others that did things which seemed normal were one of her ways to learn and be more in line with the actual ponies.

[MDLineArt 93]

@@Blitz Boom

 

"Look kid, I'm no hero.  I'm here because your Uncle decided that he wanted to bring backup incase..."  Bashful looked down at the remains of Giddon, who hung onto life as Bashful held onto him, flying over treetops with his family.  "... incase something like this happened to go down. He felt the need to steal an artifact, and he chose to go after the artifact when we ran into the prisoners.  Me, I just got left with them to get them out, and it's probably been the hardest thing I've had to do next to carrying him right now."

 

That was a crude lie at best.  The hardest part was denying any praise she gave him.  It was nice to be a Hero, and not have to lie about it.  The reality is he couldn't get too close to Florence, if Giddon ever found out he'd surely come after Bashful twice as hard, and then he'd lose whatever stability he got in Ponyville.  He did consider telling her the truth, revealing himself as he was, but then he remembered;  Everypony lies, everypony manipulates.  Bashful just needed to be smarter about it than most.

 

"He didn't mention any family though.  Maybe that's how he wanted it.  I only knew him as Giddon, didn't know his real name was Pyhrus.  Show's what he tells people.  That was probably the point.  Trying to run from it all, start over.  We may have more in common than he let on in that regard.  Either way, he wanted his family to believe he was dead.  So I guess the question is, do you have any intention in honouring his wishes?"

 

Turning his head to Florence, he watched her and became a bit melancholic.  Watching her was watching the grieving process all over again.  That at least he could understand.  Part of being a brood means you are a part of a whole, and every loss is felt by the rest.  Even now, it took a great deal of concentration just to not think about what Giddon may have done to his siblings.  That thought was enough to make him want to drop him.

 

"Guess you couldn't give up on him if you tried.  Family tends to do that, bring out parts of us we didn't think we had.  Then again, we also become our worst around family.  You'd be amazed at how far family will go for one another." 

 

"As for why.  Long story short, he threatened me and my family.  So no, I don't believe he's a 'Good Colt', or whatever you would call yourselves.  He'll find a way to justify anything, but in the end it's about what he wants, damn the consequences.  Whatever he needs to tell himself to let him sleep at night.  He'll probably try to justify it to you too, maybe play on your sympathy."

 

"The only reason we are flying him over is because of you."

[GingerLightning 258]

@@Lonk Chase,@@Blitz Boom, Ginger Lightning wondered if she could some how Remove the hippo's horns... she tugged on them several times...She was very curious about this creature...Part of her wanted to find as many books about everfree forest creatures and look though their pages until she found a page about the hippo...

Edited April 13, 2016 by GingerLightning