Polaris et soror meaO sister, humble soul, sing me to where thou know'st I long to be, with friends at home in world set low'st.Lift thy voice and sing, farthest stars alight.Weave strings, a melody, and sky with stars bestow'st, To light a path 'cross distant shores of night With flame of kinship, answer of my plight.Please sing me home from heavens high. Please sing for me, O sister why?
Painted JackStars …There are billions of them, and sometimes they just hit you in the face!“Ow …”Applejack was still catching up on events. As far as she was aware, she was currently trotting down Chestnut Lane with her sister, Apple Bloom. The young filly was telling her about her day at school and all the things she was looking forward to. The apple trees were in full bloom by the side of the road, and they were not the only things blossoming, if the young filly's enthusiastic and frequent mentions of the new colt in school were any hint. In other words, a perfect spring day where the whole world felt light as a breeze &
EscargotCoal smoldered merrily under rows of sizzling, slowly rotating ponies as the sun crawled to bed behind the mountains. Smoke and little flames from the dripping fat licked and caressed their lean, roast bodies, spreading a sweet, heavenly scent among the chatting dragons. Laughs and fragments of conversation drifted around Spike like eddies as he wandered through the crowd, carrying his plate and grinning at every dragon he knew."Lookin' real good, Crackle!""Ruargh!""You got it!""Yo, Spike mah dragon!""Hey, long time no see, Bruta! Good luck in the ring tonight.""Hah, don't need no luck, Spiky!""Damn straight—Heya Tiny! How's you
SqueakCome a little closer, my friend. Let me tell you a secret. This is not a tale of Trixie, the Great and Powerful mare whose deeds and exploits are many. Neigh, my friend, this is the tale of one fateful night on the long and lonesome road to Dappleshore, and a doe-eyed little filly called Lulamoon …Squeak!The wheels creaked, and the old wagon jerked as it came to a standstill in the cold drizzle. Lulamoon blinked awake and peeked out from within the small protective cocoon of blankets she had made for herself, staring ahead at where the road wound its way through the fog. She had dozed off again and lost her come-to-life spell.With
II.1 - HeartlessA branch hit her across the muzzle and left a sharp tang of blood on her trembling lips. Tears streamed down her cheeks and nose as she made a sudden turn and snatched the offending branch in her teeth, pulling and twisting it violently. The wood broke with a loud snap that echoed among the dark trunks of the forest. The trees loomed high above her in the still summer air as the forest fell silent again. Now the stillness was broken only by her frantic sobbing and struggle for breath.The forest seemed as if it was listening.She spat out the branch and looked around hopelessly. She had no idea where she was. She hadn't looked where she ran
Roots of a Heart: PreludeCelestia soared gracefully across the dark, starless skies. Her strong wings carried her with only the occasional slow flap towards the gentle red glow of the sunset on the far horizon. Below her the endless oceans and fields flew past in a blur, tiny lights now and then flickering in and out of existence among the rocks and trees. Occasionally she turned her head and let her deep purple eyes follow the lights as they faded away behind her. A sad and gently caring smile graced her regal face. The distance seemed to grow with each passing year, the end-point slowly drifting away with the ages.Descending finally through the cool air, her gold
Mare in the Mirror 1Note: This is a sequel to Fillystata. You may want to read that story first, for this one to make any sense.The bleak, clinging darkness of the moist earth wrapped around her body like a tomb. Her unblinking eyes saw only the deep blackness of the void, but down here she had no need to see. Down here she was in control. Down here nothing escaped her notice or the reach of her strings. Motionless she lay, as she had lain in wait for ages too long to count. It was only a matter of time. She had no need for action. Everything would come to her, and when that time came …The slightest tremor and her mind snapped to attention. A desperate
Fillystata 1: AntecedentPrologue"The Great and Powerful Trixie presents, live at the main stage of the Royal Pony Theater of Canterlot: The Fillystata - a magical puppet show! One time only! Come one, come all, and witness the story of the century!"Ponies from all over Equestria trickle into the grand hall of the old, prestigious theater. A veritable buzzing of eager voices sends trembling echoes through the room as everypony settles in front of the large stage. As the lights dim, all voice fades to silence. Anticipation rises until finally the curtains part, and a lone unicorn in a purple cape and pointy hat steps out upon the floor in front of the audience. Ba
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i see my little pony almost everywhere these days XDDD it's gotten very popular eh? anywho!lovely gallery and great job on everything~!
