Stop me if you heard this one: I have been sent to some dumb party. Now I'm stuck here with some little rich colt who just doesn’t shuts up, his dad giving me some looks and I apparently need to make a good impression on both of them so I can try and win some competition I didn’t even put myself in for. And then there’s some grey filly crying in the bathroom for some reason. It’s going to be a miracle to make me happy about this!
Good thing it’s Hearth’s Warming Eve… miracles happen on Hearth’s Warming Eve, right?
I hope so… My name is Woundsalt.
This is a Christmas story prequel thing for my original series on this site. You might want to check out the OG before reading. Just sayin’.
And a humongous thank you to Midnight Sonare for this cover and to all the folks who somehow gave Woundsalt a whole lotta love this year!
I really like Woundsalt getting in the way of the story and the foal clones thing. Also, foal Wounddalt's crush I'm the Neightalian foal Octavia is cute...I hope Octavia is wrong in the last sentence because I want those two to be happy.
I feel bad for the ending, but the rest was hilarious.
5417670 Just remember this when your chestnuts are roasting on an open fire... Merry Christmas, man
The others had shoot on site orders. He did too, as an eight.
5461523 The parlour was on-site. However, just ending it with gunshots would make a great christmas special.
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No, instead you made Hearth Warming... A little more literal.
You may have gotten your holiday specials mixed up.
I liked the Woundclone crush.
"We're going to be incinerated when this is over"
5417818 FANART PLEASE!
Oh the ending was awesome! Really caught me by surprise!
Once more, I feel fulfilled with having read another glorious Woundsalt fic... Kinda sad that I no longer have material to sate my addiction... I suppose that I'll just have to wait for a (maybe never) sequel to the main fic...
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whatever she said warms me up inside