I do once again apologize for the lack of timely updates. Part of this has to do with the recent heat wave weather sapping all of my energy in my free time.
So, in addition to my plans for each independent sapient race to have a zerg hive corruption event (ponies count as one race regardless of subtype) I have ambitious plans to introduce transformers elements as another factor of setting mythos, and I'm going to start BIG with 'Five Ancient Colossi:'
The Iron Bulette. (Rippersnapper)
The Bone Roc. (Cutthroat)
The Gold Orthos. (Sinnertwin)
The Amethyst (Diamond) Dog. (Blot)
The Silver Wyrm. (Hun-gurr)
Yeah, hate me for the joke in net-speak.
I'm already working on the next chapter, and I've had to stop three times because it hurts. It hurts because I'm pouring what I know of loss into the situation. My paternal grandparents, a cousin, two classmates.
It's not difficult to write sad scenes when you had a chance to get out all the pain at the time it happened. Writing years after the wound has left an ugly scar on your psyche is like getting a root canal done on insufficient anesthesia.
I do want to apologize for the delay in getting the next few chapters of this story up.
I blame wanting to use the first crossover with an author to do more than just infodump on Liz and Sarah about what being displaced means, collaborating with an author whose character I have enjoyed reading about, and getting caught up in the writing to the tune of some 16k words before I do an editing sweep to correct minor things like present versus past tense.