Chapter Four, Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Feathers May Just Kill Me.
Chapter 4
Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Feathers May Just Kill Me.
It had been a week since me and dad had met. The clothes and bag that I had brought from Earth had been placed to the side of our cave, only kept as a memento of me appearing. Since then I had learned enough to make most bronies water at the mouth. Most of it was rather basic actually. There was the layout of the world of course, but other than that it was just a matter of relearning the nationality order, but this time it was divided by races. First off was (Squeal!) biology class!
Dragons had canines, canines, and, surprise, more canines! Despite that, we could also eat fruits and vegetables, but that was only for taste, our bodies didn’t absorb the nutrients. Instead, gems were a dragons main source of vitamins, protein, minerals, and everything else! Meat would also suffice, but it was far less nutritious, tasty, or, get this, filling! One gem was more filling than a whole antelope, who knew?
Dragons also had a series of defenses, including our razor sharp claws, diamond hard scales, our dagger like teeth, and even our breath. Most dragons breathed fire, but there have been stories of dragons who were capable of breathing the very elements, including ice and even lightning. We were cunning, wise, and could live for up to ten millennia, but, unlike the alicorns, we are mortal.
There was also a hierarchy of dragons. Each of the seven main dragons had a color and a behavior that tied to it, and if you were any other color than the "Seven Lords" you were considered to be insignificant. It took dad over an hour to explain, but in the end I made a chart that gave the same amount of information in a fraction of the time. I listed it from strongest to weakest, and even included their main behavior problem.
1. Black dragon-Gluttonous assholes.
2. Red dragon -Wrathful monsters.
3. Purple dragons-Proud to the point of overbearing.
4. Blue dragons-Slothful powerhouses.
5. Pink dragons-Simply put, were the skanks of the dragon race.
6. Yellow dragons-Greedy cowards.
7. Green dragons-Envious weaklings.
‘Is it just me, or do all the dragons seem to be based off of the seven sins?’
‘It’s not just you Gemina.’
‘Guess you should have been pink then Ember.’
‘Ha ha, very funny Gemina.’
Other than that, there was the study of species. There were four main races, the Ponies in Equestria, the Griffins in the Griffin Dominion, the Dragons in the Badlands, and the Diamond dogs in Gem Fido. They were the most intelligent of the races, capable of making civilizations.
Dad, who was at least millennia old, had seen the rise of the griffin race under the guidance of Nightmare Moon, and their horrible fall from glory over nine centuries ago. Since then they had been unable to recover properly, and it seemed that there would never be another golden age of the griffins.
Second, the diamond dogs were quite possibly the most brilliant sculptors of Terra Firma since the world had been created. Unfortunately for them, they didn’t truly realize the extent of their intelligence back when they had all been powerful, and evolution had robbed most of their might from them.
Third were the ponies. They lived in peace, their ruler protecting them from the worst of the world. They worked together and made themselves a utopia, the gem of the world’s crown, but most of their race was horribly ignorant of the world around them.
Last were the dragons, the founder race. They had been existed since the beginning of time, but had, like the diamond dogs, reduced in strength and grandeur by squandering their gifts upon a grand illusion of avarice. Nowadays, most dragons were glad to have a full hoard.
Other races existed, including the Cat-folk, Zebra, Changelings, and Minotaurs. These races could also create their own civilizations, but had yet to carve into the mainland in order to do so.
‘And then there’s you, the first bucked up dragon since lizards learned to walk.’
‘I told you to shut up Gemina! Do you ever listen?’
‘Huh, what was that?’
*sigh* ‘Never mind.’
Our cave overlooked a forest, lush and green in the spring air, which was surrounded by a huge circle of mountains. The forest had a multitude of fruit, but had no animals that we could catch, meaning that we had found very little to eat over the last week, only about one meal per day. Both of us had pits in our stomachs, but we had to stave off hunger somehow, and water became our answer.
I also had gotten a good look at myself in a forest lake. I was taller than when I had been on Earth, at least six feet. I was built a lot like a human, my body being slim and even well muscled, with a figure that most supermodels would die for. However, I was missing something. I had no, for lack of better words, breasts. It didn't bother me too much, for no lizard actually has external mammaries like a human female.
Other than that I had black scales covering my limbs, torso, and tail, making an almost chitinous exoskeleton, harder than any armor I had seen on Earth. My face, however, had gray scales covering it, making my whole face the color of ash. My hands had lost a finger, specifically the pinkie, but that hadn’t hindered me at all so far. I could still pick up objects, and the scales on me had literally blunted any thorn that I touched.
But those suprises paled in comparison with the last. I had been introduced to a multitude of draconic ideas and even their culture, but I learned about their rituals by PARTAKING IN ONE!
My father came to me two days ago, right after we had our meal, and instead of taking a nap while I practiced trying to breathe fire (I still couldn’t get it to happen constantly. The best way I can think of describing the process of breathing flames it is like trying to vomit, but having fire come out instead of bile.) like he usually did, he instead asked if I would walk with him.
“Sure dad.” I answered, my voice calm, all the while my mind was abuzz with questions, from wondering if he was going to kill me to whether or not he was actually a king in hiding. ‘Either way I’ll find out soon.’ I thought, and followed him from the cave down into the forest.
He led me to the pond, and there he sat down in the surrounding grass. “Bathe yourself.” He said, his deep voice strict and commanding. I gulped and proceeded to do just that, scrubbing myself with my scaly hands, scooping up the water in order to wash away the dirt that had collected on my scales. After I was sparkling in the sunlight, he said only one word in the same harsh tone. “Come.”
‘Ooooh, someone’s in trouble!’
‘Gemina, shut up right now or I swear to god, you will never have another peaceful moment again.’
‘Okey-dokey skipper.’
I swam back to the shore, and walked straight towards dad. His face was exceptionally grim as he looked at me, now standing patiently a few steps away from his feet. After our eyes had connected, his eyes suddenly changed. They looked at me no longer in sadness or love, but in hunger and rage. My eyes immediately shut, breaking contact with those horrible, pitiless pits of hatred. I longed to shrink away from him, to flee from the monster that stood before me, but my feet were rooted to the ground in fear. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, I was no longer Ember, just a worm, a tiny worm that was wriggling right in front of a monstrous bird. I was alone, all alone, with a monster ready to pounce.
‘Buck up Ember, he’s your father!’
I started, where had that voice come from? Wait, that voice was in my head. Could it be, no, that’s impossible. But maybe, just maybe…
‘Gemina, is that you?’
‘Who else? Now just deal with it.’
‘I can’t, he looks too scary, he’s gone insane!’
‘It doesn’t matter if he looks angry, hungry, or downright murderous, he’s our dad!’
‘But he’s going to eat us; he’s going to kill us!’
‘No, he’s not. Just look at him... please Ember.’
My eyes snapped open, their gaze already staring straight at the glare from the monster. I may have my doubts, but I had never been heard Gemina plea before, and if I refused to listen now, how could I ever expect to hear her ask again? I was full of courage now, for I wasn’t alone. Since when have I ever been alone, whether I wanted to be or not? Gemina was with me now, and she always will be. Buck the monster in front of me, that’s my dad, and even if I have to beat him to a pulp, I’m going to get my dad back.
But the glare disappeared. The angry expression had vanished, replaced by pride. The monster that had stood before me was gone, my father in its place. I started to walk towards him, but he shook his head and spoke to me, his voice no longer harsh, but rather filled to the brim with love.
“Each dragon has a moment in their lives when they feel their lives drawing to a close. I have felt the wind change this last week. It hungers for my spirit, my soul. I will not let my soul pass away however, and I have chosen my successor. You have proven to me that you are worthy of this honor, and I am prouder than I had ever thought possible.” he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “Ember, please come closer.”
I stepped towards him tentatively, and he lowered his head to mine. A single tear fell from his eye, but it was a tear of blood, a deep, shining crimson. Without thinking about it, without even realizing what I was doing, I licked it from his cheek, my tongue cleaning his face. After I had swallowed, I could feel power coursing through me; almost like, well, magic.
“My power is now your power, for you are now me. May you live long past my end.” He said, smiling down at me. “Now, my daughter, it is time to go home.”
I walked behind him, stunned beyond belief. I had just received the highest honor possible, and yet all I felt was sadness. My father said he would die soon, and all he could think about was helping me.
“Thank you dad.” I whispered, ‘and you too Gemina.’
I didn’t hear a voice respond to what I had said, but I suddenly felt a happiness that resounded deep within me. Gemina may not have spoken, but I had never felt closer to her before.
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Today I had woken up from my sleep in cold sweat, my nightmare still fresh in my memory. I looked to the spot of the cave where my father slept, ready to wake him up and start the day, but I was alone in the cave. ‘Did he leave me?’ I thought my mind a maelstrom of panic and fear.
‘Think sanely. If he’s gone, what should I do?’
‘Hmmm, difficult, I’d say you should go find him.’
I chuckled wryly. Ever since that ritual, I had felt invigorated, could breath fire (but it was still only the size of a lighter), and Gemina had actually cut back from pure sarcasm to being helpfully sarcastic. Even though she did try to annoy me whenever she could, she now actually gave me ideas rather than just trying to infuriate me.
But, sarcastic or not, it was sound advice, so I drew myself up and ran to the entrance. As I neared the opening however, I heard a mighty roar and a shriek of "SHIT! Gilda, we're leaving, NOW!" It sounded masculine. Finally reaching the mouth of the cave, I looked outside and saw my dad flying over a mile away, two small shapes flapping away from him as fast as they could.
I jumped off the mountain, skidding down to the forest. I was trying to reach dad. Whether I was going to stop him or help him, I didn’t yet know. After I had reached the trees, I leaped upon the canopy, jumping from branch to branch, striving to move faster than the wind, but I was to slow and they were to far away, I would never catch them. What had he found? Was it a threat? Was it food? Or did he just snap?
A new voice broke through the bellows of my dad. "Damn it, it's going to catch us. Into the clouds!" the voice yelled. It sounded familiar. Wait, was it Gilda? All the shapes were rising up, striving to reach the vast ocean of clouds. The two small ones were griffins. It was Gilda!
“Dad, STOP!” I screamed, still leaping towards them. I was never going to reach them.
‘What do I do? What do I do?’
‘Let me take over, that’s what.’
I heard the voice, but the words were still resounding inside my skull. Let Gemina take over? I had never said yes to that idea, but was there a choice?
‘Fine, just get us to dad!’ I thought, my voice sounding panicked even inside my own head.
‘Okay then, just sit back and enjoy the show.’ Her voice squealed gleefully.
I suddenly lost control of my limbs, but instead of falling flat on my face, I tumbled to the ground, my arms suddenly becoming a second set of legs. I could feel pressure building inside my stomach, pounding against my ribs, screaming to be let free. I was saying words that I recognized, but made no sense in my predicament.
“Mico, cursu, tenetur. Corpus, fugere velocius quam semper. Ventus!”
‘Why am I speaking Latin?’ but the next second answered my question for me. I had suddenly started moving twice as fast. I was moving so quickly that I would have given NASCAR a run for its money. Trees zipped past me; bushes were thrown into the air in my wake, for who can stand near that which has become speed incarnate?
Suddenly the pond loomed right in front of me. I tried with all my effort to stop, but my limbs didn’t respond. Gemina had full control, and I could do nothing but watch. Right as we neared the edge however, I sprang from the ground, leaping all the way from the lush grass to above the treetops. I could see my dad swooping down; about to swallow Gilda, who was laying upon the ground, when the second griffin flew right into his mouth, saying two simple words, “Watch me.”
“NOOOOOO!” I screamed in time with Gilda as dads mouth swung shut.
I froze, poised upon the tip of one of the huge trees, my face frozen in shock. My dad had just killed a griffin, a race of intelligence, and had not shown any remorse.
‘How could you, I thought you were good.’
But dad wasn’t right. Something seemed to be caught in his throat. He was screaming in agony, his face a picture of pure terror. What had happened to him? Why was he coughing up blood? He breathed deeply, and his eyes dilated in fear. He thrashed upon the ground, his body crushing trees for yards around him. He then literally retched up a lung. The organ lay right in front of him as he suddenly went still.
His neck was still moving though, but not in the usual slow rise and fall, but rather as if a giant hairball was being coughed out of it.
‘Or maybe a Griffin ball?’ said a sad voice in the back of my head.
‘Gemina, why?’
‘He said it himself, everyone has their time. He just was surprised by who got to fulfill the prophecy.’
The griffin was pushing himself out of dad’s mouth, his fur and feathers coated in blood. He turned and looked at the body expectantly, but after determining that nothing was going to happen, he pounced upon dads head and shouted for all the world to hear.
"WRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He then leaped off the dragon onto the ground, his face beaming in pure joy. He moseyed on over to Gilda, his swagger apparent even from this distance. When he spoke to her he sounded completely unfazed, as if he did this all the time.
"What's the matter? Never seen someone kill a dragon?" he asked.
"You magnificent, stupid, beautiful, DUMBASS!" she cried, her sentence a amalgaration of swears and compliments. But she didn’t stop at just screaming at him, oh no. "I thought you were dead! What the hell were you thinking!?"
"I guess when I saw you get hurt, I just went a little crazy." the boy griffin responded casually, licking the blood off himself. ‘My father’s blood’ I thought.
"Why does dragon blood taste like lemon juice?" he asked to thin air. Was he completely mental? Scratch that, he had just flew into my fathers mouth in order to kill him, he was beyond mental, but evidently he wasn’t heartless as he asked kindly, "Can you move?"
"Yeah, I think I c... gaaaah!" Gilda responded, trying to put weight on her burnt back limbs, and falling back into a crouch.
"No, you can't. Let me help you."
"I SAID I'M FINE!" She yelled.
"Well, I suppose I can just leave you here then." he said, shrugging.
"Okay, fine. But you never EVER tell anyone about this."
And with that they flew off without a look back. I crawled to the corpse of my father, my whole body shaking in silent sobs. Once I reached the body I stroked his head. I had never before mourned about dragon’s inability to cry.
“Dad, are you there.” I whispered, praying that he would respond, but no answer came.
“Dad, this isn’t funny. Come on, get up.” I cried.
“Dad, WAKE UP!” I shrieked, my voice breaking at the last words. But he didn’t move, he didn’t answer, he didn’t look. He was frozen, his face a picture of agony. I pulled his head onto my lap, sobbing over his face.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I bellowed to the heavens, and in my rage and pain, I finally breathed fire. It wasn’t a small flame; it wasn’t even as small as a flamethrowers blast. No, the flames that erupted from my mouth reached the clouds above me, burning a hole inside of them, through them. After the gout of fire was gone, rain fell, masking the sounds of my continued sobs.
************************Back in Griffin’s cave************************
Griffin had laid Gilda unto the rocks, using straw to make a cushion for her burned limbs. As he turned to the entrance, he saw a flame geyser erupt from the forest, the fire disappearing into the clouds. He stared for a few seconds and then returned to his newest job, getting aloe for Gilda’s burn.
********************In Embers Cave********************
Ember stared into the fire that she had built. It had been many hours since dad had died, and ever since returning to the cave she hadn’t moved a inch.
‘You have to move Ember, you need to prepare.’
‘Shut it Gemina.’
‘No. Dad wanted you to travel, to find out about the world right? That’s why he taught you all about the world?’
‘Maybe, maybe not. I’m alone now, so who cares.’
‘I do, and he did to.’
‘Fine, maybe I will travel the world, but I have a more important quest now. I’m going to kill that griffin.’
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Yesss! I like the other side view of this, from a spectator.
Nicely done.
NOW it's a party!
I've been waiting until you got into the main story to comment. My thoughts so far...
-The introduction to schizophrenia was a little hard to figure out, not having it myself (drunk isn't another personality, guys!) but once I understood it that made sense. You should probably introduce that concept a little further, a little background on it and, I don't know, how Ember and Gemina "met."
-A wingless dragon. Good. Physical flaws inspire ambition or introversion. Will Ember feel left out, not being able to fly with other dragons? Time will tell.
-I can't say I'm a fan of how quickly you introduced the background of the world. Maybe that's just me though, being jealous of your speed as I spend so much more time on it myself.
-I can see Griffin getting his ass whooped in the future by a very angry dragoness. Me gusta - that OP feathery bastard needs to be taken down a notch AMIRITE 679709 BlackWing???
I like where this could be going. Have a fav and a like, you smart cookie you.
681471 "Huh? Another dragon? Oh well, I'll just do to this one what I do to all of them."
10 seconds later, filled with slashes of blade and claw, pillars of fire, and howls of rage.
"Ow. That hurt. I don't like pain. Why does she move like that? That's not normal dragon movement, and the magic, she..... she's better at it than I am! I only use single words or quick phrases, she pulls whole sentences!" The griffin rolled his arm, making it pop, and held the back of his head, a small trickle of blood coming from his left eye, which was squeezed shut. A vicious claw around his neck, preparing to snap it.
"This is for killing my father!" The dragoness screamed, tears flowing freely from her eyes.
"I've had enough of this, Lacero!" The griffin yelled, swinging the sword made of her adopted father's scale, all the while held off the ground.
"Vi montes, stabilis et pura hostem deterrere. Protego!" A shimmer passes over her scales, and the wicked blade, which had drank the blood of so many foes that it had been given the name of the god of the underworld himself, the sword Hades contacts her neck, and snaps in half. Looking at the broken edge, still held in his talon, the griffin's eyes open in shock, then it quickly turns to horror. He begins to twitch uncontrollably, as if having a seizure, the dragoness tightening her grip around his neck, slowly squeezing the life from him. With the last of his breath, he is able to say one final thing before he slips into unconsciousness.
"Well fuck."
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-slow clap-
That.
Was.
Tits.
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Dear Lawdy. Naah, don't know if it'll get that drastic, but yeah, she actually has magic coursing through her veins, so her spells are just a wee bit more powerful.
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Trust me, the schizophrenia isn't that, it's actually one hell of a lot more interesting. All I'm going to say right now.
And finally to myself: GET IT DONE SOONER! SCHOOL CAN WAIT, THIS CAN'T.
Sorry at having you listen to me bitch at myself, but I hated having this off the boards for over two days. I'll try to do better.
681789 "No!!!!! Griffin!" Gilda screamed, rushing to his side. He was breathing, just barely, but he was severely wounded. It was clear that this dragoness was going to take her time and enjoy the pain he would feel.
"Mommy?" A small, blue dragon, not quite the size of the attacker, but not exactly small either, came out of a large pack Gilda was wearing.
"Why are you crying?" She asked, seeing her adoptive mother's eyes red from the tears. She turned to look at Griffin, the one who had taken her in, the captain of the crew, the father of the family. Seeing him near death, and Gilda weeping over his barely moving form, something snapped in the little dragon. Something fierce, primal. As her concern for her parent turned into absolute rage for their attacker, Shimmer jumped down from the griffin's back, and turned to face Ember.
"You made mommy cry. You'll pay."
The older dragon tried to stifle a laugh, but failed. It shouldn't have been funny, a child angry about her injured parents, but for some reason, she couldn't help it. The little dragon, trying to stand up against her. Despite being the same race, she could swat her like a fly. Or so she thought.
"She's MY mom! She took me in when no one else would! He's MY dad, who taught me to be strong." She pointed at the ship hovering above them.
"They're MY family, who cared for me and gave me hope when there was none! Now, you're trying to take my friends away from me. It happened once, and never again." The realization hit Ember like a ton of bricks. She was about to do exactly what he had done to her, except, she knew what she was doing. If he had known that her 'father' had taken her in, would the dastardly pirate have been so quick to kill him? Would he have taken her in instead? Her thoughts were interrupted by Shimmer's rant.
"It's MINE! They're MINE! It's all MINEMINEMINEMINEMINE and I WON'T LET YOU TAKE THEM FROM ME!" At which point, the dragon youngling grew to ridiculous proportions. Ember knew of this, when a young dragon feels powerful greed, it makes them increase in size and strength. Suddenly, the little dragon wasn't so little anymore. She was staring down a massive blue beast, filled with a primal rage that would not be quelled by anything other than her blood.
"Ready to die?"
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Ember looked up at the gargantuan dragon, just as tall as Coalheart had ever been. A small smile, nigh upon a smirk, adorned her lips.
'Gemina, I think we might need to team up.'
'Sounds like a plan, you cast spells and I fight?'
'Sure, lets go.'
"Ventus,Senescit!Unus fulgor concidens noctem, in mea manu ens inimicum edat." Ember chanted, leaping towards shimmer. As she neared the younger dragon, Embers form elongated, her limbs shooting outwards, reaching a level far beyond shimmers. Ember now towered over the unfortunate hatchling, and the fight was destined to end quickly. She pulled back her arm, her palm open, and slammed it into shimmers chest.
"Fulguratio Albicans!" Ember screeched, and a maelstrom of lightning burst from her hand, causing huge arcs of electricity to strike Shimmer from head to toe. The combined power of the greater bloodline and the much more tones The younger dragon was knocked unconsciousness instantly, and she toppled backwards, shaking the earth.
"Dimittere." Ember mutered, and she returned to her usual height. she walked towards Griffin, her face a mask of pain and rage. as she drew nearer, Gilda stood and charged, all sense fleeing her mind. Ember merely swatted her away, sending her to rest near her daughter.
"You killed my father, but I won't destroy his memory." Ember muttered, tears of blood pooling in her eyes as she nealt over her fallen enemy. "A caput lucis, spem, May caro nodo et os reticulum. Album Ventus!" she whispered, feeling the magic within her spread outwards and onto Griffin. Her tears fell into his wounds, filling his body with new blood. His wounds just disappeared, his bones realigned themselves, and the blood he had shed upon himself vanished into thin air.
"My father showed no mercy, so you showed none. Now that I have come to know you, I can see that you acted honorably. Rest and recover, my friend." Ember muttered, laying down beside him, tears still dripping from her eyes. 'I'm sorry dad.'
how bout dem apples Griffin?
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The massive beast sucks in a deep breath through her nostrils, her chest swelling up with air and heat. Tongues of fire flicker from in between her teeth. Her eyes narrow at the now-smaller dragon standing in a position of absolute disbelief a dozen yards away.
Shimmer roars at her.
The very earth shakes, the clouds vaporize, the ship in the sky is blasted away like a leaf in the wind. A terrible gout of white hot flames erupts forth from her maw, so hot the stones beneath her claws begin to soften. Gilda shrieks and covers Griffin with a protective wing, her feathers beginning to singe. Shimmer pours everything she has into keeping the blaze going. For her father! For her mother! For her family!
The inferno lasts for two agonizing minutes.
When the smoke clears, and the rocks begin to dim, a sight is revealed to them that even makes the massive dragoness take a step backward, crushing a small tree into pulp as she does so.
In the smoldering crater, a purple-pink ball of light floats serenely, unscathed by the blast. It floats gently away towards cooler ground, before dissipating, revealing two figures - the red dragoness, trembling like a newborn foal, and a wiry, mismatched creature leering up at Shimmer with a draconic muzzle of his own.
The draconequus clacks a lobster claw absently, before giving her a wink. "I just love the smell of dragonfire in the morning. Say, how did I get here, anyway?" He looks up towards the sky and cups a snow-white bear paw to his mouth. "Hoy! What gives, man!"
A bolt of green lightning shoots down from the clouds, striking right next to the draconequus. When the flash fades, a rusty orange unicorn is standing by his side, with a short, shaggy dark brown mane, an eyepatch covering one eye - the other a bright green, gold rimming the pupil. On his flank, a curious black hand-print stands out against his coat.
"What do you mean, 'what gives?'" he asks nonchalantly. "It's called divine intervention, bitch. That, and a self insert. At least, now it is."
The draconequus shakes his head. "Writers... Truly, Rust, you are of a sick breed."
"It's a living. So what do we got here? Dragon? This should be fun."
"That, and a couple gryphons. I think that one over there is Gilda."
"Really? This should be fun."
"Quite. Allons-y?"
Rust grinned devilishly. "I love it when you make references."
"Of course you do - you created me, you disgusting freak."
The red dragoness, having finally recovered, guestures wildly. "What the buck is going on here? And who the buck are you two?" Her blue counterpart, however, recovers as well, and begins to charge.
"I'll take the ugly bits," says the draconequus.
"She's all ugly."
"Exactly!"
"Ugh. I swear, I'm going to kill you off or something at one point or another."
With that the pair race forward to meet the dragoness head-on.
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) Not going to split Gemina and Ember soon if ever. Hope you realize that Ember is black and Gemina is purple anyways, and yeah, I think what you wrote is horribly funny. Keep up the good writing.
Hey, thats way too realistic for my taste, and leave the self insertion out please! (Not guilty of self insertion...yet
Okay, I'm so linking to this story at the end of my next chapter. Now we got three writers working the same universe.
would have been grateful if you had told me you didn't want my help after asking for it then not replying to me :/
shall read it anyway
Story of a similar nature and the same universe as Griffin and Echo? Sweet!
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Wow... Trust you three to write an epic battle scene in the comments. I found it really realistic and I can see one hell of a crossover between all three stories at some point in the future.
I'm most certainly reading this again! Bring on the next chapter of everything!
Also, when are any of you planning of going south beyond the equator? I seem to recall in Griffin the Griffin that Equestria and the surrounding territories were in the northern hemisphere. It'd be interesting to see how you do it.
Dear god...Writing battle
Well i will read your story and i will track it (its a good story)
You have powerful friends
And i would be happy to help in any way (cause i've nothing to do and i love these stories)
Dragons woohoo...and self inserts...?
I also expect these comment pages to be full soon, since i saw a link to your story in griffons.
Great story so far.
And how did i not hear about this before?
Please.... Writers... You just wrote a chapter and dropped it in the comments...... Please, save it for the stories themselves. I almost had a my brain overload just from the three of you feeding off each other.
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I watched the scene between Griffin and Ember unfold sitting on a cloud and munching on some popcorn as discord apperead next to me
"ah Shapeshifter how have you been spreading ur version of chaos i presume"
I nodded munching on some popcorn watching Shimmer grow to a large size as i moved the popcorn next to Discord
"popcorn Discord?"
He looked at the food and turned the cloud we where sitting on into a cotton candy cloud and ate some as Ember blasted Shimmer away as i shook my head
"you and your cotton candy"
I watched the rest of the scene unfold and after Ember healed Griffin's wounds I jumped off my cloud and landed a 6 feet away from ember pulling out an enchanted Golden sword with a stupid grin saying
"do you like my sword.........cuz im gonna kill u with it for no reason whats so ever"
and with that said I threw my sword at Ember
Neat, I'm looking forward to this continuing.
haha awesome. and practically guranteed crossover in the future, looking forward to it.
Crossover you say...
(insert funny picture or link here) (cause i'm lazy) (SUE ME)
682994 you guys want to say spoilers first or something?
" I used to human, "
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). So far it's only self insert upon the commentboard.
Nope, not a single self insert in this story (not yet at least
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Hell naw bra. Your brain gonna go boom. This isn't actually going to be the way the chapter goes, or maybe it will, but this is just a way to get to know one another. Helps us feed off one another and learn more about other persons characters.
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Dude, no offense, but at that point all of Griffins crew would be there. Discord would get massacred, shapeshifter butchered.
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Not really, cause what's the fun in that?
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Yep, she used to be. If your wondering about that due to Gemina, don't. Should be explained in a few chapters. (Or will it? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
687038 I was pointing out a typo.
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Well now I feel sheepish, but no more freebies you baaaaaad boy.
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Considering it's in his and Rusts universe, I felt obligated to pay homage to him. (or to just use that cool concept, BRILLIANCE!)
This is a new one for me... I don't think I have yet found a story before that was built as a crossover in its entirety... You just earned a Watch, Like, Favourite, and a Track... I REALLY want to see where this goes!
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Cheers, just thought that it fit the best with what tools I had been given and, really, I was that original?
687251 Well, I've read quite a few fanfics. Not even just MLP, but other shows and books as well, and I have never seen a story written to be a complete crossover from start to finish. I've seen chapters as crossovers, but never a whole story! So yes, you are original! Congradulations!
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, but definitely from the beginning.
Maybe not all the way to the end
687286 I've been reading this writing battle in the comments and a thought just occurred to me... The idea is both as brilliant as The Doctor and scarier than Cupcakes at the same time... What if you, Rust, and BlackWing made a collab? Honestly, I think it would be the single most greatest story on this site, but for some odd reason, the mere thought of it becoming reality fills me with dread...
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Quite easy to explain why it frightens you, MWAHAHAHAHA, (I'm certifiably insane, sorry. Fun but crazy.)
687264 That's interesting, because I have a fic percolating in my brain that is going to be almost nothing but crossovers... with everything! Hopefully when I get around to writing it it will be better than it sounds.
687371 Insanity? No, every good writer has that. The more refined the insanity, the better the stories. I have actually taken to calling it the CAI levels of a person. The Creativity Authoritarian Insanity level is used to determine how good a persons story will be, regardless of plot, characters, dialogue, or anything like that. So far, BlackWing has a CAI level of about 8389665... You have a CAI level of about... Roughly 608917! Thats pretty impressive! The average CAI level for multi-chapter story authors tends to be in the range of 10000-50000. I'm not making any of this up by the way. Rust's CAI level evens out at a nice 1684000. And mine is 395001 on the dot! Most CAI levels can be determined after reading the first few chapters of a new story. An Author's CAI level can change with each new story, though. So we have to be constantly re-checking the higher levels when they post new ones.
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I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sadistic to my characters. I've made a man who lost his sister to a traitor of his race. My character hunted him down and murdered the traitor, only to realize that said traitor had been duped, killing his sister because his tribe had been wiped out. My character was then beheaded, brought back to life, and even turned into a specter within the span of two weeks.
I made a female character who is sixteen at her first tale, and had her parents had been publicly beheaded in front of her at the age of eight.
I've even had a girl character who never knew her parents and was a prostitute from the age of five. She survived an apocalypse, is a masochist because the first actual love she ever received was from a sadistic woman, and she lost her right arm.
Why am I so evil to my own characters
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. I have people who haven't known me for more than three hours tell me that I would probably need a straightjacket within a month. I am beyond strange or even a good proper insane. When you do a maniacal laugh just because its fun, and you do it multiple times within three minutes you are crazy.
Look at my post above and tell me I'm not incredibly insane
687515 We are authors... Insanity is a job requirement...
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Preaching to the choir, but yeah, insanity does seem to be a requirement. 'Charol? Honey, is that you?'
684419 What about that one story with the winged wolf?
This is great and I love it. I can wait patiently for the updates so they will be superfantasmaglorarific
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Cheers, trying to post one right now actually. It's going to be shorter, but the chapters are now actual plot line and world interaction.
I like it. So what creature will be next to pop into this little universe that has been spawned. We got a flightless dragon, a mute diamond dog, and a psychotic griffin. Plus if we throw the amoral winged wolf into the mix, we got a nice little menagerie going.
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A psychotic griffin addicted to dragon blood. Gotta remember the addiction.
Damn, I think I'm partially reading this just for the comments right now, you 3 are awesome
Erm, 'griffon's cave' isn't centred.
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This...I love this. I don't like sad things, don't get me wrong, but the way that you craft your story while simultaneously building upon an existing universe is awesome. I'd say more, but it's late, I should have gone to sleep hours ago, and I still have one more chapter left to read. I kind-of liked Coalheart.
ummmmm... formatting messup:
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687497 Your sadism is good, but it needs work.
In other news, I'm greatly enjoying your story and look forward to reading more, though I do still feel the entire thing is a bit rushed. Glad to see you're starting on the "Adventure" side of it and will enjoy seeing where Ember's journeys take her.