Scribble is a young, smart, and (as much as she might hate the word) cute filly, but she has a lot on her plate at the moment. She's beginning to become a young mare rather than the young filly she was before, her mother is entering into a very
Hey y'all, occasionally throughout the story I reference the "Sector" or the "Local Sector" I haven't bothered to define them because both words carry enough inherent meaning in a sci-fi setting that you as the reader can infer what I intend from them, but if you were curious I actually have numbers behind them. detailed below.
1890647 sends your body flooring out into the water. Then I nod. My archers light their arrows, and then they turn your body into a burning pin cushion.
I choose cake.
1889600 NO! Cake, death, or leave a comment!
1889668 *gives you a cake*
1889736 *kills yah*
1890249 I ain't no Church of England! I'm Vikinga Freaking Hooves!
1890472 "IMSOSORRY!" *glomps ya*
1890544 "Viking burial." I state simply, and produce my longship.
1890647 sends your body flooring out into the water. Then I nod. My archers light their arrows, and then they turn your body into a burning pin cushion.
1890683 "I'm on a diet..."
1890693 *blushes* y-you are too kind!
1890787 *hides behind her mane*
1890844 "umm... what?"
1890889 HEY! What's that supposed to mean?!
1890914 Grrrrrr! Don't change the subject!
1891078 *tackles you to the ground* tell me what you meant or I'll... I'll...
1891437 grrrrrrr! *kisses ya forcefully* get fade to kick your ass for kissing me.
1892174 because it did? Now stop changing the subject!
1892174 tell me or ill give him much worse to beast the shit out of you for.
1893438 I would!
1893523 *begins unbuttoning your pants* you were saying?
1893657 *smiles as your pants come undone and slide off* you realize that past this point would have to be PM... ya?