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Calm Wind


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Aug
8th
2016

Chapter 130 slight delay (and other things) · 10:16pm Aug 8th, 2016

Soarin, Spitfire is sick of your shit...

As the blog title implies, i was unable to do any work on the chapter this weekend... why? Because the internet was not working at my hotel (durhurhuuuuurp)

So i will be finishing it up tonight and hopefully getting a start on the proofreading tomorrow. I still hope to have the chapter out this week, so no worries there. Just wanted to give a heads up since the circumstances were out of my control.

Also, if anyone has sent me a comment, fave, or a PM in the past weekend, i am not ignoring you, i just haven't gotten a chance to reply yet, sorry for all the delays, again no internet. I had my phone, but i was not gonna try answering everything from there :derpytongue2:

But anyway, im back from Florida, had a good time with Foxena, will post the very few pictures i took at come point soon and am working to get everything back on track. Chapter 130 isn't very far off :eeyup:

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Comments ( 18 )

Hey, glad to hear you had a good time in my home state! Just asking, but where exactly did you visit?

Glad you had fun... but oh man on the chapter! CAN WE HAVE A SNIPIT!

I'm actually afraid of the next chapter... and I'm so very afraid for Silver. And I want Nightshade to suffer!

...I've always had a feeling Silver's story would reach its conclusion in this one. But please...

Make his conclusion memorable, worthy, befitting that old hard-ass and the hero he truly is

Oh cool! I live in Florida!

Glad to hear everything went well and you had fun.Can't wait to see the pictures

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I've got a snippet that was posted in the Troll Squad Chat... :raritywink:

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I was at a furry con called Megaplex, attending because our very own PTH artist, Foxena was going to be there, got to meet her and hang out with her :eeyup:

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who what, did Pen share the part i teased her with?

4139622 Ah, I see. Hey, next time you come down here for any reason I would suggest trying St. Augustine, America's oldest city which means it has a lot of fascinating history and a ton of haunted spots if you're into those sort of things.:twistnerd::twilightsmile:

4139621 Here it is... :trollestia:

Twister was dressed in a full Sireberian military officer’s uniform, marching toward the front gate in a pompous manner. Strangely, no one seemed to be questioning Twister’s disguise, with all Cossacks saluting and standing at attention. Twister returned these salutes in a ridiculously exaggerated manner, nearly knocking his hat off several times. Upon reaching the gate, the stallion marched right up to the nearest guard and stood barely inches away from his face.
"Oleg, you haven't been moving my military medals, have you?" asked Twister in a ridiculously thick Moscolt accent.
“...Nyet?” replied the guard. “My name is not Oleg-”
"Well, they're gone and I have an event I need to speak at today,” huffed Twister pompously. “Where are they?"
“My name is not Oleg!” protested the guard. “I don’t know where your medals are!”
"Dammit Oleg, medals and awards don't sprout legs and walk away!" growled Twister as he paced agitatedly.
“But I’m not-” began the guard.
"OLEG, THIS IS A MATTER OF GLORY OR IMPRISONMENT! WHERE ARE THE MEDALS?!" bellowed Twister, grabbing hold of the Cossack’s face, slapping him with each word.
At this, a rhythmic squeaking could be heard as a set of medals marched by with pairs of what appeared to be military dress shoes. There was complete silence as everyone watching was captivated by the flawless movements of the shoes as they marched around the corner and out of sight. The green stallion then hopped on the guard’s back and pointed at where the medals had gone.
"After them, Oleg!” cried Twister. “They're wearing my good shoes!"
With that, he proceeded to move in mid-air as though riding on the guard’s back, but the guard did not follow, instead continuing to stare thunderstruck at the spectacle that this green stranger presented. After another moment, he yelled out something in Sireberian and chased after the bizarre intruder. Every guard at the gate followed his lead, quickly charging after the intruder.

A snippet^


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Nah, Pen wouldn't do that.

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oh you troll :rainbowlaugh:

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I am a member of the Troll Squad... :rainbowlaugh:

4139692 I'm just captain of the art group. Too serous for my own good!

Don't worry about linking me for editing, I'm in Australia until Sunday.

And please don't ask, things have gone so very wrong with my plans I just want to go home.

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okie dokie, good luck with everything my friend

"I sure hope you're proud of yourself, Soarin. Was it worth it?"

"Uhhhh... totally."

Of course it's up to our own interpretation what 'it' was. :derpytongue2:

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