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"Sometimes it does," Diego replied, taking a drink from the new tankard. "I have to be careful not to overdo it tho; I don't want to end up with a massive headache cuz I've gone too far. For example, there's no way I could cover an entire country or even an entire town with spells; that would be too much."


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Catchkey locked up his shop (a gesture he always found a little ironic, considering he was a locksmith himself) and leaned against the door tiredly, his large, vein-y wings catching a few glances. Even here, in his semi self-imposed exile, identity faked and mangled beyond repair, Catch was a second class citizen. The wars of years ago and the affiliation many made with the night princess Luna had caused even the lowest to regard them with minor distaste, despite the fact that Luna had given up her batwing guard for regular pegasi.

 

Hungry and thirsty, he dragged his heavy hooves along the street, avoiding a brawl between a tiny dragon and a minotaur. The minotaur flung the dragon in his general direction and Catch lowered his head in an almost bored way as the dragon smashed through a window and lay still. 

 

The bar was almost in sight and Catch sighed in relief, pushing open the door. There were many bodies packed in but he roughly pushed to the front and held out a few meager bits. Security wasn't the biggest concern of many of the citizens. 

 

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"Just give me whatever food and drink I can get for this," he muttered, and flopped his head on the dirty counter, feeling like he would pass out any minute. He was weak and his ribs showed through his thin shirt, which was almost completely in tatters.

 

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Pluse stalked up and down the streets in an irritated mood, her huge eyes blinking their positive and negative symbols at everyone around her, who backed up. Mutants weren't favoured anywhere, particularily carnivorous ones who were half-starved on sawdust and paste from a few local shops. Another torn book lay in the street and Pluse pounced on it, stripping the pages for the paste that bound it, which she hungrily licked. She could swear she smelled meat and a stab of envy went through her; probably some luck griffin or manticore with wings. Last time Pluse tried to leave the city to hunt she ended up killing a guard, and after that they would attack her on site.

 

The paste was gone and Pluse threw the book down in a bad temper. She would happily kill a few ponies, but murder was still (slightly) frowned upon and she wasn't about to get another sentence. Continuing down the street, the smell got stronger, and she fought not to run into the building it appeared to be coming from. She could hear happy murmurs of voices, however, and hate rushed through her. No one was allowed to be happy in this goddamn city; it was a site of destruction and disaster, and Pluse swore to herself that she would add to that, no matter what.

 

Some brown-green pony came out of a nearby apartment and bumped into Pluse-exactly the contact needed to set off her temper. With a horrible screeching sound that echoed loudly she attacked him, rolling him onto the ground and slashing at him with her claws in a fit. At this point she didn't care anymore.

 

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Springing lightly, Teek looked ever the fairy princess as she happily bounded along the streets. Fruit was in no short supply, still, and she was tiny enough to slip past the guards and make it to the outside. where she could meet with her rodent friends who would happily supply her with anything they could spare. Being a mutant wasn't so bad here; you could forge alliances no one else was able to.

 

She wasn't like that nasty electric carnivore freak that had attempted to kill her once; it was only her strong legs shooting her into a tree that had saved her and not Hubert, who the freak had killed and run away with. Teek swore vengeance that day and had made her friends move deeper, where the nasties couldn't get them. 

 

Munching an apple happily she noted a light grey-blue batpony walk past her and duck as a dragon flew out of nowhere. She squeaked and hopped into a dark alley, hiding amongst some smell trash, quivering. Her rodent genes made her very twitchy. Shaking among the garbage, she reminded herself that one day she would leave the walls and never come back.

 

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Cas sauntered through the streets, head high as his long tail flicked, the hand at the end of it flexing in a distracted manner. He stood taller than most of the residents by nearly three times, and he commanded the eyes of all as they eyed him in a mixture of reverence and fear. Cas was known to be one of the most violent creatures in the city, and even the small white ball of fur by his side wasn't always able to calm him down.

 

Seirian knew people gossiped. She tried not to listen, but sometimes her large ears pricked and overheard some nasty things. Despite her size she didn't do anything, though a few times Cas had made moves to attack, but she normally made hims stop and think. Normally. Seirian didn't want to think about what happened last time.

 

They passed a multi-coloured blur attacking some poor pony in the street and Cas gave a short, barking laugh as he glanced at his companion. 

 

"Pluse," he said to her quietly. "Vicious little thing, isn't she? A mutant."

 

Seirian eyed the mutant with little interest; she preferred the sweet quiet one she had seen before, the rabbit-like one. Returning her eyes to the street, she glanced at Cas.

 

"You must stop this, cyfaill," she said quietly. "Your actions are getting out of hand."

 

Cas chortled again, mussing Seirian's black mane with his tails hand. "Shush, my little albino mother," he growled playfully. "Soon we won't even be here anymore, won't we?"

 

Cas' plans to return to his homeland were farfetched, but he felt that his kind were rare enough that he could convince others he belonged there. She sighed again and looked at the ground, not speaking. She wouldn't never admit it, but she wanted to leave too.

 

She paused and glanced back at Pluse, still fighting though the poor stallion was clearly near death, and she shut her eyes and turned away, following her leader.

 

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(OOC: In case you didn't know:

Catch = batpony.

Pluse = magical carnivore mutant.

Teek = regular rabbit mutant. 

Cas = ahuizotl.

Seirian = albino manticore.

 

 

Seirian and Cas both may speak Welsh at times due to it being their native tongue, cyfaill means friend.)

(Also, sorry for stealing your manticore thunder, @, but it's been too long since I used Seirian and Cas.)

 

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Asteron nodded. "Still, imagine if there were a whole bunch of ponies with magic like yours. It would be pretty impressive, to say the least. Wait a minute, I think I hear someone coming in."

 

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Asteron looked the newcomer over. Clearly he could use some help. "Sure thing. And feel free to take some apples from the stool... tree... thing. On the house."


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(OoC: Buaaaah, sorry. That's where I go wrong in RP's-I don't interact enough because I have enough OC's that I can be self-sufficient. Even with one OC I have a horrid tendency to run off and do my own thing. I just don't like interrupting people that are already interacting. SORRYSORRYSORRY.)

 

Catch lifted his head and smiled weakly.
"Thanks, but no thanks, unless that's all my bits there can afford," he said as politely as possible. Catch firmly believed in not taking charity; allowing himself to appear weak was a folly in his eyes - already seen as inferior it would not do to further their claims. The minotaur in front of him looked like he could easily kick his flank but his ideas were kind enough, and though Catch felt gratitude for that he even offered.

 

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He glanced at the patron next to him who seemed to have been talking to the bartender but said nothing.

 

(I was going to write more, but I got lazy and then my writing went pretty downhill. Sorry. XD)

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"Could be interesting," Diego replied. He turned to see another pony walk in, this one a batpony. Diego often found that a lot of the city residents would wonder why a pony like himself, non mutated or with differing apendages, would be living in the city of outcasts, but a simple demonstration of his chaos magic sufficed as an explanation. It was really annoying how ponies feared chaos magic; some back in Equestria had even spread rumours that Diego was related to Discord. Diego rolled his eyes at the thought; as if that would be possible. Did he have a snake tail, a lion's paw or a dragon's claw? No.



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Asteron shrugged. "Suit yourself, I suppose. Anyway, I'll get that food for you." He quickly prepared a large salad and a tankard of cider and placed them in front of the pony. "There you go. So... have you been in the city long? I still remember when it used to be a pretty nice place, but lately it's all gone to hell."


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Syl smelled the air.

 

"It should be done in about five minutes. That's when most of the ingredients will be at their peak of flavor." Syl said, sniffing the air once more.

 

"Yep, five minutes. I may not be able to see the texture, but I can smell the scent like I can see it. That's close enough, right?"

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Raptor nodded. "Impressive. Even people who can see wouldn't be able to tell that so easily. Of course, I already had a pretty good idea, since it's hardly my first time making rabbit stew. Anyway, how has your day been? Were you okay while I was out hunting?" 


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Syl nodded.

 

"Yep. I sat around, listened to the city, all the stuff blind non-ponies do. This city can reek sometimes though." Syl said, then laughed. "And did you know griffon's breathe differently than any other race? That's how I heard you coming. You also carry yourself differently than most griffons. And you have a certain smell. It's not bad... it just kinda smells like pine, blood and something else I can't name...." 

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Raptor nodded. "That's the smell of a true hunter. I like it that way. And it's helpful that you can tell when I'm coming. But this city... it's not a good place for a young warrior like you. I don't know if I can train you properly here, but there's not really anywhere else for us to go. Well, best not to worry about it right now. Anyway, the stew should be ready." He grabbed a pair of bowls, filling one and giving it to her before filling his own. 


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"That is true. If we could leave this city, just food for thought, where would you go? After I left Azeroth and before I was condemned to this city, Iived in a place called the Everfree. I would like to go back there." Syl said, grabbing her bowl with one clawed paw.

 

"And could you tell me when this is cool?"

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Raptor thought for a while. "Perhaps that would be best. To go into the Everfree, I mean. But I suppose we're getting ahead of ourselves now. We couldn't really just leave, could we? Well, anyway, you're stew should be cool by now. Mine is, at least." As if to illustrate his last point, he ate a large spoonful of the stew. 


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Syl sighed. ((Heh heh, alliteration))

 

"I guess your right." She said then lifted a spoonful of stew to her nose.

 

Smells really good. I don't know how Raptor can't tell he cooks so good.

 

Syl stuck the spoon in her mouth, trying to avoid biting it in half. She tried to keep a straight face as the flavors hit her tongue.

 

If rabbit meat was always prepared like this I wouldn't mind eating meat so often.

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Raptor continued to eat his stew in silence for a while. Eventually, he looked over at her. "How is it? To be honest, I can barely tell the difference between good and bad myself. Meat is meat, I suppose. But I'd like to at least be able to make something you can enjoy."


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Syl smiled with the spoon in her mouth. When she had swallowed and taken the spoon out of her mouth, she spoke.

 

"It's really good. When I was on my own I tried cooking a couple of times, it never ended well. So I mainly ate fruit. It was easy to find and required no preparation. I guess that's why I like it so much."

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Rambler shook his head disapprovingly. "It's a good thing I found you, then. I wouldn't want to see someone with such a strong spirit reduced to a soft, weak pony by eating nothing but fruit all the time. I can teach you if you want. If it means you'll eat more meat, I'd be glad to."


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"To cook? Or to hunt? Are you sure either is smart? After all, I can't exactly see how high the cooking flames are. Not a good idea to let a blind girl next to open flame. But I think I could learn to hunt. My ears would allow me a very large advantage, after all." Syl said, then smiled.

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Raptor smiled. "Both, hopefully. It won't be easy teaching you to cook, but I think I'll be able to figure something out. Anyway, hunting should be easy. Even if you can't see, you can hear and smell at least as well as anyone else, and those things are very important. Plus you'll have a good teacher."


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Syl smiled, her fangs showing underneath her lion-like upper lip. She was silent for a few moments before speaking.

 

"Raptor, how would you feel if I went on this thing you natives call, "a date"?" Syl asked. In Azerothian they were called Lok'amon, and there was no before process. Your parents set you up and you were wed. Most earlier than Syl. 

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Raptor cocked his head, confused. "What do you mean? Did someone ask you out? Is there someone you want to go on a date with? And anyway, I can't totally control your life anyway. If you really wanted to go on a date, I don't think you'd let me stop you. At least, I hope not. A warrior can't give in so easily. But why would you ask something like that?"


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"No one asked me on a date, I'm not sure, I rarely leave the apartment. But you are my keeper Mok'nathal. In windrider customs, you basically control me. I was just thinking of one of my former friends in Azeroth. Windrider females are normally wed at about age nine, to a Windlord with many other wives. My friend, Garrosh, was a Windlord. I was thinking about him earlier. We were great friends. He married my cousin." Syl said with a shrug. Things like this were part of her culture.

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Raptor really didn't know what to say. "I... you're still... I mean you're too..." A thought crept into his mind. He knew what it was he really wanted to say: but you're mine! And he wasn't sure what that really meant or how to feel about it. "I don't know... I mean this isn't Azeroth, and there aren't exactly windlords here."


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((By the way that thought Raptor had was the only reason I brought this up.))

 

Syl had a puzzled look on her face.

 

"I noticed. So figured I find a mate the way the natives do. Through this system of "dating." It's peculiar. I mean, why not just have our keepers arrange a marriage. It seems so much easier."

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Raptor shrugged. "Don't ask me, I'm not native to this place either. Griffons don't usually mate for life.* At least, not my clan. We have more important things to do than find love. But I guess the thought is that this way you make sure that the you marry someone you like. Anyway, I don't know if I really like this idea. I mean, it's more important to focus on becoming a warrior, isn't it? And anyway, you already have me. Isn't that enough?"

 

((*I'm completely making that up off the top of my head. Deal with it.)) 


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Syl shrugged.

 

"Sure. I just wanted your opinion for future reference. Because if I'm going out more and find someone whose presence I find enjoyable, who knows? Maybe I'll have a Lok'amon. That would be an interesting sight." Syl said then laughed. "Me, surrounded by baby windriders."

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