If MTCG was only in Pharynx’s point of view... · 1:38am Mar 26th, 2020
...would things have been more interesting?
...would things have been more interesting?
It’s time for a profile pic change!
…I really hope people start making Nightmare Night images of Pharynx sometime.
Pharynx is best changeling. CHANGE MY MIND.
This.
I noticed there were sprites of Ocellus and Thorax, but not of Pharynx. I honestly had to change that by making this.
To make the body, I used both Pocket Pony Ocellus and Pocket Pony Thorax vectors as references. Both of those were made by PhucknuckL on Deviantart.
“...once they’re gone, it’s a beautiful day.”
Hero’s portrayal of Pharynx:
Bezier’s portrayal of Pharynx:
Melody’s portrayal of Pharynx:
It’s... for a fic I’m writing, so I could really use some inspiration.
Discussion in 3... 2...
Pharynx’s eyes were glued to the window, specifically at the drops of water trickling down the glass as the storm continued and the thunder continued rumbling audibly. He didn’t even flinch whenever lightning flashed in the sky.
A few of his friends—Passion Fruit, Peltate, and Oculus—whispered behind his back about “how bad they feel for him” or “how bad they feel about yelling at him”, but he paid little to no mind to them.
He was still thinking about Tempest.
“...with a ‘d’ in front of it.”
First, look at his old form.
You see that large, jagged streak on Pharynx’s carapace? (Aka his shell?) It’s that really dark purple streak located on the lower half of the shell.
Now look at his reformed form.
Pharynx winced a little as he tried to treat the cut on his chest. It was still bleeding a little.
He just didn’t understand; all he did was try to speak his mind out about Heath’s actions. And what did he get? A cut to the chest.
He grumbled loudly, laying down on his front.
He didn’t feel like coming out of this room.
Maybe it was for the best.
"Hey, dad...?"
"Yes son?"
"You, uh...aren't seriously considering marrying Steel, are you? I mean, aren't you older than him?"
"I'm not that much older than him Pharynx."
"...Dad. He's twenty three. Thorax and I are twenty one, and we turn twenty-two in May. He's practically our age!"
"What does age have to do with this Pharynx?"
“Ha! Got’em!” Pharynx grinned as he won yet again.
“You’ve played this one before? Since when?”
“Well... a while ago, really. It’s just that Thorax apparently hasn’t touched a controller in his life.”
“Typical.”
...
“Yes! Three in a row!”
“Aw, dang it!”
“Hmph. These ponies have gotten it all wrong.”
“About what?”
“When someone is going through painful experiences, it can’t always be solved by hugs and cookies and friendship. It’s not how it works. Ever. It’s not going to immediately turn alright. Why? Because it’s much more serious than that.”
“...You’re still thinking about Thorax’s experience, aren’t you?”