The Annoying Rainbow One
I guess you wanna know how we met, huh?
It all started at Junior Speedster Flight Camp (the lamest name I've ever heard, by the way), it was the first flight camp I'd ever been to. My parents said it would be good for me to get to know some ponies, but I wasn't too happy about that. And I let them know it. I didn't wanna 'get to know' any lame ponies! Why couldn't I go to a griffon flight camp? I wasn't even that bad at flying anyway. I'd been out hunting enough times to know my way around the sky.
When I got there, I quickly realized the differences between griffons and pegasuses, other than the obvious stuff anyway. The first thing was that the whole camp was IN THE SKY. Griffons like clouds just fine, but we don't go building houses and towns out of them. We like being on the ground. Not that I'm scared of heights or anything. Another thing was the flight techniques they were trying to teach us there. Griffon flying, at least from what I knew about it at the time, was all about hunting from the sky. Obviously, ponies don't eat meat, so that wouldn't help them much, unless they were hunting grass. That reminds me of this one time I tried to teach Dash the finer points of hunting… Anyway, the crap at flight camp was all acrobatics and stuff, fancy flying, none of it seemed practical. But I guess that wasn't the point of a flight camp for ponies.
I don't know why, but the griffons I was around as a cub never really thought of flying as a competition. The ponies at flight camp did though. And I didn't mind learning a few new tricks, I thought maybe I could show off my new moves to my cousins.
Anyway, for the first few days nopony bothered me… did I just say 'nopony'? Kill me now. Where was I? Oh yea… I'm pretty sure they were all scared of me. I don't think any of them ever saw a griffon before, and none of them had the guts to look me in the eye, let alone talk to me. Even the camp staff were kinda leery of me. And I was cool with that, I had my personal space, ya know?
But after a few days, one of them wasn't so scared anymore. She started eyeballing me at practice, like she was judging my flying skills. I just ignored her. But by the next day, I got tired of her staring at me, so I said, "What're you looking at, dweeb?"
"Nothin," she said, looking me straight in the eye.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I said!
"Nothin," she said again, casually.
"What's your problem, dude?"
"Huh? Me? No problems here." She just smiled some more. I can't tell you how annoying that was.
"Ugh, fine. Whatever." I didn't need to listen to her crap anyway.
For the rest of the day, though, she seemed to have something to say about all my aerial moves. I wasn't really paying attention to her comments, though. I didn't really care what any of those ponies thought of me. So I just shot her some comebacks like, "Whatever, dweeb," and the classic catch-all comeback, "Your mother." Love that one.
By the end of the day she was really getting on my nerves. The flight coaches were done with their jobs for the day, and practice was over. All the ponies were exhausted from all that flying, and they were all relaxing, but not me! I wanted to get some air time in, all to myself, without that annoying rainbow one bothering me. So I went out to the cloud field we were practicing over, and I tried to do a barrel roll, which we'd been trying to do all day. Hey, they're NOT easy! None of the ponies managed to do one right either.
I was out practicing moves. Alone. But after a couple of tries I kinda had a feeling I wasn't as alone anymore. Sure enough, just as I was recovering from another botched barrel roll, I heard that annoying voice behind me, laughing. I didn't even need to look at her to know she was pointing at me.
"HAHAHAHA! DWEEB!"
That was it, that was the last straw. I flew over to that annoying rainbow pegasus and tackled her midair. We fell into a cloud and we wrestled for a good minute. She put up a good fight for a little pony, but being a predator by nature, and the fact that I have talons, gave me an edge in the fight, and soon I had her pinned on her back.
I was in full rage mode. I was an inch away from ripping her guts out with my bare talons. And I would have done it too, but then I looked into her eyes. Those big rosy eyes. I stared into her soul and she stared right back. I could see fear in those eyes, in fact I could just about smell it on her. But there was no crying, no sniveling, no pleading for her life, she just looked back at me with a straight face. I knew that face, she knew she bucked up, and she was willing to face the consequences, I've been in that situation more times than I'd care to say, so I respect that. My rage just melted away to guilt, and I got off her. I almost killed her over a stupid little word and I just couldn't bear to look her in the face. After she got back on her hooves, I managed to say, "I'm sorry… I… overreacted." Which was a huge understatement.
"It's ok… I'm sorry I called you a dweeb." There was a moment of silence between us. "You put up a good fight," she said.
When I hocked up the courage to look at her again, she was smiling under all the bruises I just gave her, blood dripping from the side of her mouth. "So did you," I said.
"You wanna hang out sometime?" She asked me. I almost killed her and she wanted to hang out, I knew right then and there that she was one cool pony.
"Sure." I smiled back at her, and it hurt like hell. She managed to plant at least one hoof punch on each cheek. It was also the first time I got in a fight with a pony. Ya know what I found out? Hooves bruise a lot worse than knuckles do...
For a second we just smiled at each other, admiring our work, and then it dawned on me that I didn't even know her name. I opened my beak to ask her, but she was one step ahead of me.
"Rainbow Dash. What's yours?"
"Gilda Redbeak."
Sometimes all it takes is a little fight to make a good friendship.
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Is this like a continuation of dash eats meat or something? Description is VERY similar.EDIT: Oh wow, I didn't even bother to read the last sentence of the description. I'm stupid.
You may eat me
YES YES YES YES YES YES!
Cool! Looks great.
Call me stupid if you like but...whats a dweeb? Something like a twerp?
Interesting.
Oh I always have a soft spot for Gilda for some reason, ever since I wrote about her. This is certainly amusing and I'm interested to know if this will just be a collection of little stories like this one or if there will be a more connected plot behind it?
Hmm, gotta sleep right now. Will read later when driving to Indiana
812907 It's like loser.... Now what's a twerp?
812907 Pretty much, yeah. A person (or pony in this case) who is uncool by the standards of whoever is saying 'dweeb'.
For example, a lot of people who would read what I'm saying here would probably call me dweeb.
So now Gilda has a last-name! I like it!
Keep up the awesome story, Brony!
812880 Om nom nom
812956 A little bit of both.
813261 Will do!
YAY! FUCK YAY! I hoped this would come to existence. And it did. Thank you.
Cool! I can't wait for more. Gilda is hella awesome in her own way, and the way you portray her is great. Keep it up!
813034 umm, something boys sometimes call boys they don't like and are smaller than they (the first boys) are. Mostly, ish.
Charming story, your 'voice' for Gilda really rings true. Looking forward to seeing where this goes.
One thing jumped out at me, though -- not a flaw in the story, just something Gilda seems to have glossed over: pegasi may not hunt, but they do have a practical use for flight beyond aerobatics, in that they're responsible for the weather. Even if the camp emphasizes sports, it seems likely that weather control basics would be part of the curriculum, which raises the question of whether a griffon can be taught anything in that area beyond pushing clouds around... and if not, how Gilda might react to being stuck in the wee-little-filly groups when weather training comes up...
814699 That's a very good point, I'll probably write that into the next chapter or so.
813948 Welcome!
814295 Thanks! And will do!
812880 >You may eat me
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813029 a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/w/twilightdatassplz.jpg
813948 FUCK YAY? a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/w/twilight-rapefaceplz.gif
I fucking love Glida. She should be in more stories. It was too shoooooort. I want more chapters now! Or..soon. Something! *Sadface*
828437 I'm working on them
in the mean time, get me some more views lol
Hmmm... *clicks on next chapter*
do a barrel roll
I just want to say that this line,
is completely true. That's how my best friend and I started our friendship: Insults, fights, and (mean) pranks.
Lol, another great story, man! Your interpretation of Gilda is a bit different from the show, but to be honest, I prefer yours even better!
This includes a few of the classic and funny moments that I grew up with, so that also made it that much more interesting. Not to mention the serious tone of bringing up how RD and Gilda met - which was a pretty cool way to do so I suppose.
I really enjoyed this one! Perfect fit for the continuation of Dash Eats Meat! story.
Oh this is kind of odd, but I just love this story's title for some reason... it just fits so well, not to mention its addition to the comedy aspect. :P
I'm glad that I had followed you, to read your wonderful stories!