The wasteland, as such a name entitles, is a quagmire. Spawned by the stubbornness and pure idiocy of its forefathers as they bathed the lands in balefire. One virtually devoid of amenities and pleasantries. But why bother ponder on such trivial, well known knowledge.
How about the wanderers? Those of self interest, the mobile hermits of the wastes? Survival is their only objective, only drive, this to be what Pax believes to be his own virtue. Past, as much as it stung, is pushed to farthest depths of his mind as he seeks to remain living, breathing, and thinking. No matter how much the wastes could throw at him, he was sure he could just step out of the way rather than toss it back ten fold.
But neither the wasteland nor his past have any recollection of sympathy.
Based on the marvelous tale by Kkat
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This looks good so far, hope the hiatus will be over soon.
Very few errors as I can see, but I'm no native speaker. Pacing is good, just as the spacing, although sometimes the paragraphs aren't seperated all correctly. E. g.:
I think you shouldn't seperate one character's speech without a longer pause or a whole bunch of thinking in between. But I doubt this was intentional of you, so...just in case...
I actually like the idea of a stable-pony soldier corps. I mean, SATS is nearly unbeatable, thereby making its wielders pretty badass in the process. I intend to do something similar in my side story...I mean, apart from the main characters nopony ever uses the advantages a PipBuck gives them.
Thumbs up for the Stable-squad idea and a pegasus protagonist, even if he's quite old already. But as you know: older birds are just as beautyful as their younger selfes.