This sneaky fox, always clad in a blue mask and gloves, has long been a bane of unwary travelers with loose accouterments.
Not much to say. I hope you appreciate my stories and/or comments.
"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."
A good story isn't measured by how long it is, but by how long it stays with you.
Holy shit I keep forgetting this place is even a thing. I should probably do some stuff on here...
Royal librarian of Dream Valley, writer of Ponykind's greatest generation!
hey there. just posting stories. Please comment or favorite. it helps my self esteem, that is, if its okay with you.
Inconsistently making my favorite ponies miserable since 2011