The struggles of half-assed fic research

So here I was, minding my own business. I can't get two lines into a new story without having to stop and try to figure out a cooler sounding name than "Castle of the Two Pony Sisters"

THEN THIS SHIT HAPPENS

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[Moon_Fire]

You did it wrong.

Try "Castrum de duabus sororibus" instead. I used google translate as well and got this.

[shalrath]

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Thanks for the advice. I think i found something that works pretty well too.

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Deep within the Everfree Forest dwelled the sprawling stone fortress Castrum de Duae Sorores, the seat of the Equestrian diarchy.

A pegasus approached, a dusky cerulean besmirchment upon the twilight sky. Her wings folded, and she swooped down and forward, hard and fast, sailing past the panicked guards holding watch in front of the keep. Her trajectory was flat, and her guidance was ballistic.

Two tall doors hewn from rough oak and banded by blackened steel barred entry to the castle, their indomitable presence a silent decree that none should pass nor prevail against their brutish bulk.

Athon simply smashed into them head-first, sending their ponderous mass groaning open upon oiled hinges. She shook her head briefly, as such a crushing blow would certainly leave her with a mild headache the next morning.

Much to the dismay of the night watch, Athon marched into the castle. She drew a deep breath, and bellowed thusly.

“I CAME!”

“I SAW!”

“I CONQUERED!”

She looked around, savoring the atavistic expressions of surprise and terror of those trapped within the great hall.

“AND THEN I CAME AGAIN!” she shouted, devolving swiftly through giggling, snorting, and all-out braying laughter.

To the untrained eye, it would appear that Athon had been drinking.

Those more familiar with Athon simply accepted this was the natural state of affairs.

CAMP ASS TWO SISTERS