Exile has the intricate habit of taking you far from where you live and what you are accustomed to, but where am I going off to now? Finding myself waking up in the strange land of coloured Ponies, only wearing the collar.
I just recently started to write stories directly towards the FiM actively, though I have been writing for years, publishing numerous stories at Mibba and the eventual pony story, as far as to the MLP