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Cerise Hood

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It was 5 o'clock, and Twilight Sparkle had been busy since dawn.

 

Being the newest princess of Equestria did have its disadvantages, but it did come with books. Lots and lots of books.

 

Twilight looked at the next book, called Equestrian Folklore: The Myths and Beliefs Before and after Celestia and Luna.

 

"Huh," she said, using her magic to open the book.

 

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Serena set up her tent for tonight. The full moon was tomorrow, which meant her pony body was going to go "ghost mode" again.

 

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Flame landed on the ground and smiled as he closed his wings. "Being half a pheonix isn't half bad actually...I mean some think its weird how I can light my wings on fire or my whole body and use it as a weapon but other then that it's pretty fun" Flame said as he looked at the sky


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Quip let out a sigh of relief as he sealed the last firework and set it on the table. "Now all i have to do is decorate them..." he mumbled. He wiped the sweat off his brow, the few droplets that there were hit the ground, slightly discoloring from the collected dust and dirt on the floor of the shed. Quip stepped back and took a look at his amazing display of pale tan firework stars. "25 fireworks for a newborn fillies first birthday party... What kind of newborn enjoys fireworks?" he asked himself. He shook his head and started to head towards the market to buy some supplies to turn them into rockets.

 

*Magical Time Whooshing Sound*

 

Quip picked up a red and white striped design from the counter and facehoofed. "What kind of pony would use this design?" he asked the mare at the counter. "I-..." she was cut off.  "Waldo, that's who. How many of these have you sold in your lifetime?" he asked. She looked at him in shock and then put a hoof to her forehead. "Uh... maybe twenty?" she replied without certainty. "And how much do you have in stock?" he asked his last question and put the roll of wrapping paper back down. "1..." she mumbled. Quip laughed and smiled. "Well at least you aren't wasting money. I will take all of your stock. It doesn't seem like you have much anyway." The mare's jaw dropped and then turned into a smile. "Well, okay then! I've never had a costumer as large as you... in buying i mean" she saved and then searched around for all the rolls she had. Quip smiled and waited for her to gather them up.


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Fierasil de Rosa Canter, the optimistic flyer.

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Technicolor sat on top of a cloud in the dark of night.

"I wish somepony understood..." she said to herself. She looked at her tie dye mane.

"Just because I'm radioactive doesn't mean I'm different from anyone else."

She looked at all the ponies below her and around her laughing and playing with each other.

The mane 6 were all busy, and she was alone. She hadn't scheduled any light shows that night, do she was bored. Sometimes, ponies would look at her funny when she changed color, and some ponies made fun of her. But she didn't care.

She decided to go for a fly in the night sky. Maybe she could make another Rainboom.

She sat up, flexed her wings, Turned a bright white so she could stand out, and cascaded through the sky.


"600 years of time and space, and I've never been slapped by someone's mother." -the Doctor

"and then Satan said, put the alphabet in math."

"GRAWRRRRRRRR!" -Chewbacca

Location: Takin' Out the Trash- At Night!

Sincerely, Technicolor Pony.

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After Serena had finished setting up her tent, zipped up her tent's "door" she headed toward her sleeping bag. It was time to have a tour of Ponyville.

 

Leaving her body in a sleeping position, Serena's soul stepped out of her body, looking like she did when the full moon came.

 

She stepped though the tent walls, fading from sight. She didn't want ponies to she her like this.

 

Now invisible, Serena followed a white shape in the sky, letting it guide her around Ponyville.

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Technicolor did a backflip in the air, growing ever faster in her speed rate. She dashed across the night sky fearlessly. She felt she skin on her face nearly been blown off of her. She tried to close her eyes, but it didn't work as her mane, almost always permanently in a flaming look, was blown far back against her neck as she did it, producing a sonic rainboom. It didn't look like a normal one though- it was actually white, the color of her fur. But the brightness of it blinded her, and she hit the ground, almost catching flame as she went down through the sky, landing in a pond.


"600 years of time and space, and I've never been slapped by someone's mother." -the Doctor

"and then Satan said, put the alphabet in math."

"GRAWRRRRRRRR!" -Chewbacca

Location: Takin' Out the Trash- At Night!

Sincerely, Technicolor Pony.

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((How long has this been up? I thought this RP had been abandoned))

 

Hunter trotted along the dirt road. It may have been night but he was on the move. Hunter wasn't his real name. No. He had just given himself that name. His kind hunted both pony and beast. Well he didn't or he tried not to. Hunter looked up at the full moon. He would have been sleeping tonight but he couldn't. He could hardly sleep as he was yet alone on a full moon. He thought of the only worldly items he had. A gold pendant with a picture of his now dead family he had grabbed before being run out of his old village, a saddlebag, some fish to fend of his transformations, a loaf of bread, a sleeping bag, and ten bits. Nothing to be proud of but it kept him going. He prayed that this next town would be the one. The one where he could stay hidden and finally settle down to live a good life. The rest he had been chased out by local farmers armed with torches and pitchforks: the standard treatment for a monster such as himself. A monster... That what he was... A hunter of the night... A werewolf...

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Aloha from sunny and/or rainy Hawaii!

Atlas: The fez-wearing adventurer

Hunter: The resident werewolf

Patches: The only doctor for the next ten miles

 

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Flame looked around and smiled. "No one is around so I guess it would be great to tart a fire here" He said as he grabbed and broke a few branches from the trees and placed them together before lighting them on fire. "I'll just rest here for the night...I'll continue on later"


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