i've made a decision, and other things. · 8:23pm Jan 2nd, 2012

Well, fate has made it's choice. i will be posting my first ever clopfic as soon as i am done typing it. i will have to read quite a few before i can nail down just how it's done. the offer about OC's still stands, for this upcoming fic and for all my fics that are currently posted, now a bit of a teaser for a different upcoming fic that i might write. i hope someone will be able to pick out just what this crossover is.

Minister Frollo stood on the balcony of his home, looking out of the city. as he looked, he could not erase the memory of the gypsy mare, Trixe, from his mind. he knew of only one thing left to do. "Beata, Celestia, you know i am a righteous stallion, of my virtue i am justly proud.
Beata, Celestia, you know i'm so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd" he sang, as he approached his fireplace and began to stare into it. as he stared, he swore he saw the fire form the shape of the dancer, and he could not draw his eyes away.
Then tell me, Celestia, why i see her dancing there, why her smould'ring eyes still scorch my soul.
I feel her, i see her. your sun caugth in her silver mane, is blazing in me out of all control.
Like fire!" he yelled, taking a cautious step away as he realized what was happening to him. "Hell fire! This fire, burning in my coat." he said as he levitated the kerchief she had given him out of his robes and rubbed it against his face, wallowing in her scent. "This burning, desire, is turning me to sin....." he yelled, collapsing on the floor. when he looked up again, he saw many red robed figures, their faces concealed by hoods. he knew who they were. They were the inquisition, and they were judging him for his actions.
"It's not my fault! I'm not to blame! it is the gypsy mare, the witch who set this flame!" he yelled as he got up and ran down the corridor, trying to escape them.
"It's not my fault! if in your plan, you made your sister so much stronger then a stall-ion!" he said, holding his hoof out as the robed figures melted into one, and seemed to flow away, leaving him back in front of his fireplace.
Protect me, Celestia! don't let this siren cast her spell, don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone!"
Destroy Trixe! and let her taste the fires of hell! or else let her be mine, and mine alone..." he sang, sorrow filling his voice as he embraced the smokey shade of his hearts desire that seemed to float towards him. just then, one of his soldiers opened the door, causing the apparition to dissapear.

"Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped."

"What?"

"She's nowhere in the cathedral. she's gone."

"But how, I... Nevermind. Get out, you idiot. I'll find her. i'll find her if i have to burn down all of Canterlot!" he yelled as the soldier closed the door again. "Hell fire! Dark fire! Now gypsy, it's your turn!" he yelled, staring into the fire once more, anger and lust in his eyes as he held the kerchief dangerously close to the fire. "Choose me or, your pyre! Be mine, or you will BURN!" he yelled, throwing the kerchief into the fire, and watching it burn. "Celestia have mercy on her.... Celestia have mercy on me!" he whispered, backing away and leaning his head against the wall. Suddenly, rage filled his heart, and he sowly turned around to see himself surrounded by shadows of the inquisition. "But she will be mine, or, she! Will! BURN!!!!" he yelled out, collapsing on the floor with exhaustion.

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