IM SO SORRY AGAIN!! · 5:25pm Nov 29th, 2012

im a horrible person for not updating, but my mind is a fickle bitch.
she may focus on son thing only to neglect the rest.
and it is with a heavy heart i must tell you that Dano has been far from my mind.
instead the lore and canon of Warhammer 40k has taken his spot.
here is a spoiler of the story Dusk Striders
a Warhammer 40/MLP cross over.
this is lightly edited, so please tell me if i missed anything.
TAG WARNING: Anthro Ponies.

Dusk Striders
Chapter 1
The Story of Man

The lonely chirp of a single cricket sounded in the calm summer night as ten colts, two fillies and one mare walked silently through a field of tall grass. The dual moons and countless stars watched and guided the party as they moved down a thin dirt path in a single file. The mare, an old teacher with her fair share of wrinkles hidden under her light purple coat, held a small lantern in her hand to push back night while her other appendage held a blue shawl closed over her small frame. Under the mare’s wool cover was a white button up shirt tucked into a long black skirt. Her silvery mane was tied into a bun, and her hooves remain uncovered as her matching tail swayed in the soft breeze. The mare slowed a bit as she turned, her yellow eyes filled with worry as she cast a watchful glance over the young ones moving in her stead.

“Move along children” called out the mare before returning her gaze forward.

Heeding their superior’s words the twelve young ponies picked up the pace despite their mutual fear. None of the twelve classmates were over the age of ten, yet they had been pulled out of bed in the middle of the night only to be rushed into their uniforms and out the door. Many had witnessed their parent’s solemn or confused expressions as their teacher took them away. Goodbyes were quick, and none knew when they would go home.

Like their teacher the children wore white button up shirts with black pants or short black skirts depending on their gender. A third of the children’s shirts had small holes cut in the back to allow small wings to poke through while another third had small horns protruding from their heads. Despite the clean uniforms the young ones were anything but organized. Some of their shirts were not tucked in while others were miss-buttoned as they moved through the night, colorful eyes constantly shifting.

The thin trail snaked its way through the field only to slowly ascend up a hill. The group moved along it quickly, their hooves pounding softly in the dark. The mare led her charges up the rise before suddenly stopping short of the crest. She turned and crouched, placing her lantern on the ground next to her.

“Come here children.”

As if on cue the twelve young ponies scrambled into a tight cluster in front of their teacher.

“You are going to meet a stallion on top of the hill. He is… important. You must do as he says.”

The mare shifted her eyes slowly over her charges making sure to create eye contact with them all.

“What does he want?” Asked one of the more bold children, a filly with a dark grey coat and wings, deep blue eyes and a short black and purple mane.

“I don’t really know Pixie, but you just need to be brave. All of you.”

The teacher gave her student’s a stern gaze to force the point, and they returned with quick nods. A small tender smile appeared on the mare’s face as she rose after grabbing her lantern.

“Now move along.”

The children slowly walked by their teacher, their group splitting to move around her like water around a rock. The mare watched them move over the hill together before letting out a sad sigh. She did not know why the letter from the Crown ordered her to collect the twelve young ones, but the fact that they were chosen by name was as much of an indication as any that they were special. With a finial wave to one of the children who lagged behind to initiate the farewell the mare began her long trek back into town.

The children moved cautiously up the incline before reaching the top. In front of them was a ring of long logs around a small campfire. The tall grass had been flattened to create a circle around the small camp, and the shadows cast by the flame danced upon those strands still standing proud on the top of the rise. A single stallion sat on one of the logs, his back to the group. He wore clean cream colored robes that ran to the ground over a tight royal purple tunic. Holes were cut in the back of both garments to allow two massive gold colored wings to lie on the stallion’s back, and a long black mane that could touch the ground floated in an unfelt breeze. Brown pants with a hole cut to release a long black tail made up the stallion’s lower body. His face was obscured as he looked up into the night as if he was counting stars.

The children approached slowly. They had never seen the stallion before, but his stature and regal bearing demanded as much respect as the young ones could comprehend. As soon as the group pierced the invisible barrier of the camp the stallion turned his head to lay his unflinching gaze upon the children. Dark hazel eyes scanned the young ones as they cringed under his stare. Like his wings the stallion’s coat was an almost shimmering gold, and his forehead supported a long horn of matching color.

“Hello children.” The stallion said with a soft yet powerful voice. “Please come sit.”

The stallion threw his legs over the log he rested on as he turned. As he did so the children moved into the camp and found seats, three to a log. For a long moment no one spoke as the fillies and colts fidgeted under the stallion’s eyes.

“I am sorry for bringing you up here so late.” apologized the stallion “I am sure you are all very tired.”

One of the colts yawned in response, and the stallion chuckled as his assumption was found correct. His laugh was like rolling thunder yet soft to the ear.

“The true reasoning for your presence will be answered shortly, but first I must tell you a story.”

The children seemed to perk up to the promise of a tale.

“A story about what?” Asked a colt with a powder blue mane, dark blue coat and wings and white eyes.

“The Story of Man.”

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