Purple isn't your colourby Gamel_LightshowChaptersSo lets try red. How about pink?Green is pretty good right? Even if the situation isn't good. So lets try red. So lets try red. Smoke bellows out of the entrance of a lone cave filling the dark moon and star filled sky with circles of it's might. The cloaking mess just barely covers the sky that occupies the space above the mighty mountain that the cave lies embedded in. From the front, one will find a fruitless task of looking into the dark smog fixed cave. The entrance leading to untold peril and treasure. All in which why many different creatures attempt to make their way into the home of the nefarious dragon's home. The physical traits of doing such a voyage is merely child's play when it comes to the metal preparations it is needed to undergo before even approaching the dreadful place. Dead uncleared bodies lay clung against the sides of the mountain and impaled on spikes. Their guts wrap stay wrapped around the fearsome points like rotten ropes of red and brown. Blood both dried and fresh cling to almost every last point as you get closer and closer to the top all while avoiding the traps that others have fallen to. Many turn back at the gruesome sight of the indescribable horror at the base of the mountain. The body of a pony missing it's original limbs lie impaled from anus to mouth covered in eyes with other creatures limbs crudely attached to it's joint as in some mockery declaring that nothing, no matter what race, may make it through this alive. But all of this is merely the beginning of the adventure that many have decided to take in order to bring down a great force that plagues every living creature's life. One would simply think to fly to the top avoiding the gruesome and crude traps and gory sights that mark the way to the top and land to take care of such a thing. The reason why no one every does anymore is for the rumor of what happens to said fliers. Every flier that has gone up into that billowing smoke in order to reach the top has never been reported of have ever landing. Not a single Pegasi body is marked there on the mountain except those that walk. Many hear of the horrors of the blood clouds that come from the mountain. Such is enough for them to think about for as how and why the Pegasi and Griffins never report a landing. If an adventurer were to make it to the entrance, they'd have to deal with the smoke naturally. It's dark gray bog creating effect would fill the lungs to near capacity just from one small breath. It takes a magi in order to keep the smoke out of the lungs for the smoke itself is magical in property. This killer smoke is only the second of challenge of many more. The killer smog they call it. Birthed by a vile dragon. Further in lies the dank lava filled cease pool that may keep whatever creature that lives within warm even during the most bitter of winters. Such a thought is terrifying enough to make any creature want to turn back, but the steps, once in the area, are always unclear. What might have once been a hard patch of earth that held footing strong and true may now just very well be a soft spot ready for any unsuspecting hoof, talon, or appendage to land on in order to be engulfed by the ever changing magma flow beneath. The hunger of the magma is never quenched consuming bones, flesh, and fur in a slow quicksand effect. The first indicator of someone being caught in this cease pool trap is the ungodly scream of pure agony as the creature's vision turns white with pain and the body slips further into boiling sea of red and orange while it tries to find purchase to pull itself out. But the land is unforgiving once it has decided you are to be claimed. As one finds them self already half engulfed in the magma struggling fruitlessly screaming for their god to save them or death to finally take their pain ridden world, they can't but help wonder if all of the trials were worth this horrible death. Than all is lost as their burning flesh and fur sink below the surface of the every changing land leaving nothing by their echoing screams and the smell of both burning feces and once live meat. A rotting meat house they call it. Only this meat in this slaughter house are tenderized by their own screams. Further on one sets their eyes on something truly beautiful. Something so magnificent that the eyes bleed upon the sight. Little is known about it, but what stories have been told are told by those of the blind and mad that have some how found their way back home. They mumble about the creature of light and the creature of beauty. They talk of dancing fairies of beauty inside of their minds urging them on to dance and make love with them even if there is nothing there. They have been placed away from others of their kind in order to not bring about trouble for loved ones and innocents. Special precautions have been made in order to prevent this from happening to others. The testing is apparently still "in progress". My advise is to just not look. Only than. After the four challenges of the cave can you find the vile villain. It's scales colored a deep mineral enriched purple, claws that blaze when caught in the light of his mighty horde of treasure, teeth stained a crimson red from base to point from the many victims that have fallen beneath him, eyes a deep shade of yellow with irises of pitch void black, and a grin that is permanently plastered upon his face as if amused by whoever stands before him. A frighting last visage. He always stays laid down never needing to stand before anyone. He only rises to hunt, pillage, destroy, and threaten. Anything in he sees with his eyes is fair game ranging from his fellow dragons to the smallest of amphibians. Anything that tries to challenge his might best come prepared to die in a magnificent death. A blaze of pure white fire that caresses and melts the skin in the slowest way possible despite being so painstakingly hot. You'd cry more from joy than pain at the sheer beauty of it all as the last surviving relentless breath leaves your mouth for the great beyond. Than his maw closes with a resounding snap. The sound echoes through the cavern letting all know that someone has reached the end. Of both their adventure, the gauntlet, and their pitiful life. "Oh? You say I'm making this up? Well I'm sorry to say that I'm not. In fact, I was there to watch the whole thing happen. I've seen creatures die and disappear faster than sweet rolls from an unprotected cart. I have see the mighty dragon known as Spike the Destroyer in person." Laughs rise from the many tables around the story teller cloaked in robe with a larger than normal quart of mead sitting in front of him. "But his name is wrong you know. He does merely more than just destroy the lives of the creatures that make it to him. He rejuvenates them in those white hot flames of pure agony. Looking into the pure spectrum of power that is his thu'um, the creature is reborn. They're reborn as his loyal army of drakelings that go beyond the comprehension of the magi and full mortal creatures such as yourselves." The cloak figured says chuckling as the voices die down as he talks. Looks of both concern and confusion go about the tavern as both drunks and sobers try to figure out what he means. "Hahaha! Sorry to break it to you mate! But you're just as mortal as the rest of us! Stuck under the awful tyranny that's Spike! No matter how ya sugar coat it, it all ends the same. Dead and forgotten." A changeling yells slamming his mug down bringing a few eyes on to him, "And if he is making "a army" as you say, than why haven't we seen them leave that bloody cave than? Stop trying to feel these milk heads with even more ridiculous stories to spread around." A couple of hardy here here and laughs rise up bring back some of the warm glow that was taken away from the tavern by the cloaked creature. "Well. It's pretty simple to answer your question actually. There was no need for us to leave the cave." The cloaked creature stands to his full seven feet height catching many by surprise. Some of them start to wonder how such a huge creature managed to get in her in the first place. Other start to wonder how they missed him when he came in. Another stares at what looks to be a scaled hand with three long taloned fingers letting go of the mead he was once drinking. Two others rise from their respective table around the tavern catching a couple of drinkers off guard. No one seems to say anything more and all breath is caught when all three standing figures throw back their hood and cloak revealing what it hid underneath. From top to bottom the figures are both a glorious sight to take in and still yet frightening enough to make the legs weak and the heart quiver. Their faces are all a bronze colour with scales going down their impressive maw and neck. The story teller wears a gigantic smile revealing his impressive row of sharp white teeth. They're like that of the dragons. Their eyes, from left to right, are green, blue, and red irises slit. Their eyes speak violence and malice. Lower their bodies are built like bricks. Their muscles are quite visible in their leather and chain chest plate that seems to be made from gold while the leather has purple jewels embedded in different points. They have no matching pants set to go with the chest plate, but their scales probably make up for it. They say the scales of the dragons are harder the the toughest iron, but does it apply to the drakelings? Their feet match their hands with the long talons that look ready to rend and shred anything apart. Aside from the dragon claws, they each have a different weapon on their waist. The middle one, the story teller, has a short sword sheathed on his belt without a sheathe. The one to the right has a quarter staff that comes from the ground to his chest clutched in his left hand ready to go. The left most has a book clutched in his right and a short branch with what looks to be a red orb clutched at the top of it. Perhaps a magical instrument? With the tavern silenced the story teller makes his way towards the owner of the tavern who's been serving drinks all night long. He stands upon the counter and turns to the crowd bringing out a scroll from the other side of his belt. He lets the bottom portion fall revealing what seems to be a long list of items. "First off!" The drakeling yells his terrifying smile still plastered on his face, "This town now belongs to the great and powerful lord Spike. And any who wish to disagree... well. You'll have to talk to the captain. And if you think we seem terrifying." The drakeling chuckles and shakes his head, "Let's just say that you'll try to do your best of not putting up much of a fight." Author's Note Does anyone else feel like Spike doesn't get enough love? How about pink?Author's Note Be on lookout for errors. I got someone to edit this for me and I don't they did the best of jobs... How about pink? Under the bright blue, full moon in the middle of town known for it's peacefulness; the spring festival of love is in full spring. Blossoms made into beautiful crowns of red, blue, and purple sit upon the many heads of all the different females from a hand full of different races that have traveled here for this beautiful and holy event. This event always takes place on the first marked day of spring within the area controlled by the magnificent king of love. During spring, and most importantly during the festival, it is said that fertility is increased through out the controlled land ranging from undomesticated to civilized. Though the area is small, it still supports it's self well staying away from the many wars and violent actions that the other lands bring about and take part of. It is still unknown how the king of wrath and war can live so close to the king of love and peace without anything ever sparking between the two. It's just as they say most likely. War and peace go hand in hand and just can't stand to be at war with one another. Though it still makes no sense on why he would argue and fight with everyone else until the pink lord speaks out. Though that's just political nonsense that many tend to stay away from. I for one sure do. On a more important note, during the first week of the festival the minds of the young men are filled with the thoughts of procreation since their vitality is at best due to their youth. They look towards the young maidens of flowers first since the crowns all have their different meanings. The crowns are meant to mark the virgins of the different species that have come here in order to gain power, money, or a family. The more pure the virgin, the more diversity her crown will be and the more fertile she will be. Many seek to make love for the many days to come with said virgins in order to have a child of a more powerful nature. This is made possible thanks to Purple's knowledge and Pink's aura. With those two, they managed to learn how to put Pink's lustful aura into a more productive use. Due to this interference of magic, the creatures that are in Pink's aura feel more energized and lustful than normal instead of just uncomfortable in their loins. And than the females feel this as well along with a tingling in their womb that is increased further on into the spring season known as simply "the breeding month" to so many across the land. Though it goes without saying that all the tribes are all interested in getting into the land so they can have bigger armies and even more power for the next season. Yes the spring time is truly the time of joy and new life. And no one feels it better the the pink kingdom. In fact, some rumor that there would be no spring without the Pink lord's power. Others argue that it was all thanks to the purple dragon and his knowledge and power that managed to bring about the seasons. I don't care either way as long as my daughter finds nice young man that treats her right and- "You're going on again." A young female says laying a three fingered hand upon the shoulder of a man sitting in front of a row of listeners. The man has wrinkled almost dark gray skin on his face and what's visible of his arms. Unlike his female companion, he has fiver fingers upon his hand. He has glasses perched on his nose and it slowly droops more as he glares harder at the growing crowd in front of him. "Ahem. Uh yes sorry. Where was I now?" The man says adjusting his glasses as he shakes his head still glaring at the young men sitting in front of him while giving the young females and maidens wishful looks. So. Yes, despite how the spring time is truly a time of joy and new life, others see it as a time to plot against one another. Sometimes they see people in that have the most power in order to gain more power to conquer the land of other tribes. Yet during all these years, Pink has never lost or gained territory from the start. Everyone wonders how this is possible, but I believe that Red and Pink have a deal made between the two. The first idea that many have is that Red's warriors are allowed into the deeper parts of the territory where they can breed with the purist of the pure in order to grains strength in number and power to protect Pink's kingdom from those that plot against him. It is quite the sound idea seeing as there are always so many Red warriors wandering about looking satisfied and a girl in each of their arms. Though the girls that are usually with them seem satisfied as well. "Bet you boy didn't know that this old geezer here used to be a red warrior before getting too old and deciding to live here. The reason being you'll never find a tighter hole to rest in." "And you can't let the past be the past!" The old man yells his face turning red as the boys in front of him begin to chuckle while the females call him a pervert, "Just let me tell my story dammit!" She walks off with a satisfied smile into the house just behind the man. "Honestly... try to complement a lady on her vagina and she never lets you live it down.." Anyway! The second reasons is that they say that Red and Pink are "very close". Meaning that even the mighty dragons feel the effect of lust despite them being so different from all of us. And you wanna know the kicker? They're actually both males. Yup yup. I can confirm this myself after having seen Pink for my very own eyes. Despite him being a male dragon, his entire body screams out that he's a female ready to be bread. Some of the boys that were says she's the most beautiful dragon ever got a rude awaking when they saw what was underneath that tail of hers. Oh but boy would you forget about it being so close to him. His scales shine like the prettiest jewel in all the land and you can't even tell if the facial structure should be fearsome or alluring. You could almost get lost in those big green eyes of his. And now I'm not gay so get those smiles off of your damn smug faces. Now I won't tell you what else happened do to... contradictory beliefs, but let me just say that I view Red in a different light when he gets close to Pink. If you thought he'd never be a push over, you'd be mistaken. "Anyway, why don't you kids run off and eat some fertility pops or something. This old man has had enough for talking for today." This statement is met with the mixed response of groan and childlike giggles. Though sooner than later the group disperses to carry about their own business. The old man can't help to chuckle to himself as he looks up into the sky. "Wonder what Spike and Brutus is up to now. I'm pretty sure Brutus is helping relieve the stress of being a war baron a bit." Another chuckles emit out of him mouth as he leans back in his chair. Green is pretty good right? Even if the situation isn't good. Author's Note Chapter brought to you by my girlfriend selecting the hardest color to write about. So yea sorry for the short chapter but I feel like I need to switch between light heartidness and dark heartidnessness... yea... or something like that idk :D Sorry about the lateness of chapter. I had planned to do it Wednesday, buuuuuuut life. And my car. Green is pretty good right? Even if the situation isn't good. "Get down!" A random pony yells before a loud explosion echos from behind following before the splattering of a mixture of blood and mud around him and the others, "Get the injured back!" The pony, a mahogany furred male unicorn with a hat signalling his rank as captain whilst he wields a flintlock style pistol at his side, pops his head up above the arrow battered trench and fires a ball of arcane energy condensed int he form of a ball from the only hole in the front of it. It pierces through the chest of a Griffin marching forward with the others of his kind bringing him down with a rupture of blood shooting forth from his chest through his chest plate. The leather armor they all wear has nothing compared to the pure penetration power that the Unicorns have when equipped with a firing weapon. The only downfall of it is the fact that it takes a good while to reload up the pistol with energy. To the right and left of him are Earth Ponies equipped with one sword each and a cross bow. The one on the right, a orange furred pony with an arrow currently sticking from his right foreleg shoulder, motions for the other unicorn to go out and provide fire while the unicorn reloads the pistol with magic. The left Earth Pony, a half teal half red furred pony, nods his head and comes up quick fire an arrow and reloading in quick succession. Whilst he reloads, the other earth pony pops up and fire an arrow straight and true into the eye of an unsuspecting injured Griffin as he yanks his spear out of the body of a Pegasus. The war has been going on like this for three years so far. The Griffin's rarely give up ground and the death toll on both sides have only been increasing. Though as of late, the ponies have been having to worry less about this. They have on thing that the Griffins only wish they had. A pure magical dragon. He's still young, but this dragon means a lot more to them than they ever thought he would. Not only has he saved the Crystal Empire, but he has a very specific type of dragon's breath. Apparently it can be changed to do different things based upon the magic fed to him. It's absorbed into his body and is than placed deep within his mind so that he can call upon it whenever. So not only can he fight and protect himself, he can breath flames of life upon the injured to close what was once life threatening wounds. His name is Spike, the green dragon. He's called that based upon the color of his belly. For it is there that- "Whoa whoa whoa. Spike. You know your belly is yellow right?" Twilight says "Er uh yea that's uh exactly what I meant Twilight!" Spike says pulling the marker away from board that currently has multiple drawings as well as idea sketches of himself involving pink, red, green, and black, "So yea so with my awesome healing power I would-" "Spike. You're not lying to me are you?" Twilight asks getting up from her seat staring at the baby dragon before her who is currently shaking a bit with a nervous smile. "Me!? Lying!? Of course not!" Spike says with a nervous laugh closing the marker, "Now I'm a going to uh... go... see what Rarity is up to! Yea you know how she is sometimes! Always forgetting to stop work production every so often and neglecting Sweetie Belle." "Rarity is in Manehatten right now." Twilight says grabbing Spike in her magical grip, "And me and you are going to the eye doctor. And while we're walking there, I wanna know all exactly about how long you've been lying to me mister Spike the Dragon." Spike snaps his mental fingers. "So close..."
So lets try red. So lets try red. Smoke bellows out of the entrance of a lone cave filling the dark moon and star filled sky with circles of it's might. The cloaking mess just barely covers the sky that occupies the space above the mighty mountain that the cave lies embedded in. From the front, one will find a fruitless task of looking into the dark smog fixed cave. The entrance leading to untold peril and treasure. All in which why many different creatures attempt to make their way into the home of the nefarious dragon's home. The physical traits of doing such a voyage is merely child's play when it comes to the metal preparations it is needed to undergo before even approaching the dreadful place. Dead uncleared bodies lay clung against the sides of the mountain and impaled on spikes. Their guts wrap stay wrapped around the fearsome points like rotten ropes of red and brown. Blood both dried and fresh cling to almost every last point as you get closer and closer to the top all while avoiding the traps that others have fallen to. Many turn back at the gruesome sight of the indescribable horror at the base of the mountain. The body of a pony missing it's original limbs lie impaled from anus to mouth covered in eyes with other creatures limbs crudely attached to it's joint as in some mockery declaring that nothing, no matter what race, may make it through this alive. But all of this is merely the beginning of the adventure that many have decided to take in order to bring down a great force that plagues every living creature's life. One would simply think to fly to the top avoiding the gruesome and crude traps and gory sights that mark the way to the top and land to take care of such a thing. The reason why no one every does anymore is for the rumor of what happens to said fliers. Every flier that has gone up into that billowing smoke in order to reach the top has never been reported of have ever landing. Not a single Pegasi body is marked there on the mountain except those that walk. Many hear of the horrors of the blood clouds that come from the mountain. Such is enough for them to think about for as how and why the Pegasi and Griffins never report a landing. If an adventurer were to make it to the entrance, they'd have to deal with the smoke naturally. It's dark gray bog creating effect would fill the lungs to near capacity just from one small breath. It takes a magi in order to keep the smoke out of the lungs for the smoke itself is magical in property. This killer smoke is only the second of challenge of many more. The killer smog they call it. Birthed by a vile dragon. Further in lies the dank lava filled cease pool that may keep whatever creature that lives within warm even during the most bitter of winters. Such a thought is terrifying enough to make any creature want to turn back, but the steps, once in the area, are always unclear. What might have once been a hard patch of earth that held footing strong and true may now just very well be a soft spot ready for any unsuspecting hoof, talon, or appendage to land on in order to be engulfed by the ever changing magma flow beneath. The hunger of the magma is never quenched consuming bones, flesh, and fur in a slow quicksand effect. The first indicator of someone being caught in this cease pool trap is the ungodly scream of pure agony as the creature's vision turns white with pain and the body slips further into boiling sea of red and orange while it tries to find purchase to pull itself out. But the land is unforgiving once it has decided you are to be claimed. As one finds them self already half engulfed in the magma struggling fruitlessly screaming for their god to save them or death to finally take their pain ridden world, they can't but help wonder if all of the trials were worth this horrible death. Than all is lost as their burning flesh and fur sink below the surface of the every changing land leaving nothing by their echoing screams and the smell of both burning feces and once live meat. A rotting meat house they call it. Only this meat in this slaughter house are tenderized by their own screams. Further on one sets their eyes on something truly beautiful. Something so magnificent that the eyes bleed upon the sight. Little is known about it, but what stories have been told are told by those of the blind and mad that have some how found their way back home. They mumble about the creature of light and the creature of beauty. They talk of dancing fairies of beauty inside of their minds urging them on to dance and make love with them even if there is nothing there. They have been placed away from others of their kind in order to not bring about trouble for loved ones and innocents. Special precautions have been made in order to prevent this from happening to others. The testing is apparently still "in progress". My advise is to just not look. Only than. After the four challenges of the cave can you find the vile villain. It's scales colored a deep mineral enriched purple, claws that blaze when caught in the light of his mighty horde of treasure, teeth stained a crimson red from base to point from the many victims that have fallen beneath him, eyes a deep shade of yellow with irises of pitch void black, and a grin that is permanently plastered upon his face as if amused by whoever stands before him. A frighting last visage. He always stays laid down never needing to stand before anyone. He only rises to hunt, pillage, destroy, and threaten. Anything in he sees with his eyes is fair game ranging from his fellow dragons to the smallest of amphibians. Anything that tries to challenge his might best come prepared to die in a magnificent death. A blaze of pure white fire that caresses and melts the skin in the slowest way possible despite being so painstakingly hot. You'd cry more from joy than pain at the sheer beauty of it all as the last surviving relentless breath leaves your mouth for the great beyond. Than his maw closes with a resounding snap. The sound echoes through the cavern letting all know that someone has reached the end. Of both their adventure, the gauntlet, and their pitiful life. "Oh? You say I'm making this up? Well I'm sorry to say that I'm not. In fact, I was there to watch the whole thing happen. I've seen creatures die and disappear faster than sweet rolls from an unprotected cart. I have see the mighty dragon known as Spike the Destroyer in person." Laughs rise from the many tables around the story teller cloaked in robe with a larger than normal quart of mead sitting in front of him. "But his name is wrong you know. He does merely more than just destroy the lives of the creatures that make it to him. He rejuvenates them in those white hot flames of pure agony. Looking into the pure spectrum of power that is his thu'um, the creature is reborn. They're reborn as his loyal army of drakelings that go beyond the comprehension of the magi and full mortal creatures such as yourselves." The cloak figured says chuckling as the voices die down as he talks. Looks of both concern and confusion go about the tavern as both drunks and sobers try to figure out what he means. "Hahaha! Sorry to break it to you mate! But you're just as mortal as the rest of us! Stuck under the awful tyranny that's Spike! No matter how ya sugar coat it, it all ends the same. Dead and forgotten." A changeling yells slamming his mug down bringing a few eyes on to him, "And if he is making "a army" as you say, than why haven't we seen them leave that bloody cave than? Stop trying to feel these milk heads with even more ridiculous stories to spread around." A couple of hardy here here and laughs rise up bring back some of the warm glow that was taken away from the tavern by the cloaked creature. "Well. It's pretty simple to answer your question actually. There was no need for us to leave the cave." The cloaked creature stands to his full seven feet height catching many by surprise. Some of them start to wonder how such a huge creature managed to get in her in the first place. Other start to wonder how they missed him when he came in. Another stares at what looks to be a scaled hand with three long taloned fingers letting go of the mead he was once drinking. Two others rise from their respective table around the tavern catching a couple of drinkers off guard. No one seems to say anything more and all breath is caught when all three standing figures throw back their hood and cloak revealing what it hid underneath. From top to bottom the figures are both a glorious sight to take in and still yet frightening enough to make the legs weak and the heart quiver. Their faces are all a bronze colour with scales going down their impressive maw and neck. The story teller wears a gigantic smile revealing his impressive row of sharp white teeth. They're like that of the dragons. Their eyes, from left to right, are green, blue, and red irises slit. Their eyes speak violence and malice. Lower their bodies are built like bricks. Their muscles are quite visible in their leather and chain chest plate that seems to be made from gold while the leather has purple jewels embedded in different points. They have no matching pants set to go with the chest plate, but their scales probably make up for it. They say the scales of the dragons are harder the the toughest iron, but does it apply to the drakelings? Their feet match their hands with the long talons that look ready to rend and shred anything apart. Aside from the dragon claws, they each have a different weapon on their waist. The middle one, the story teller, has a short sword sheathed on his belt without a sheathe. The one to the right has a quarter staff that comes from the ground to his chest clutched in his left hand ready to go. The left most has a book clutched in his right and a short branch with what looks to be a red orb clutched at the top of it. Perhaps a magical instrument? With the tavern silenced the story teller makes his way towards the owner of the tavern who's been serving drinks all night long. He stands upon the counter and turns to the crowd bringing out a scroll from the other side of his belt. He lets the bottom portion fall revealing what seems to be a long list of items. "First off!" The drakeling yells his terrifying smile still plastered on his face, "This town now belongs to the great and powerful lord Spike. And any who wish to disagree... well. You'll have to talk to the captain. And if you think we seem terrifying." The drakeling chuckles and shakes his head, "Let's just say that you'll try to do your best of not putting up much of a fight." Author's Note Does anyone else feel like Spike doesn't get enough love?
How about pink?Author's Note Be on lookout for errors. I got someone to edit this for me and I don't they did the best of jobs... How about pink? Under the bright blue, full moon in the middle of town known for it's peacefulness; the spring festival of love is in full spring. Blossoms made into beautiful crowns of red, blue, and purple sit upon the many heads of all the different females from a hand full of different races that have traveled here for this beautiful and holy event. This event always takes place on the first marked day of spring within the area controlled by the magnificent king of love. During spring, and most importantly during the festival, it is said that fertility is increased through out the controlled land ranging from undomesticated to civilized. Though the area is small, it still supports it's self well staying away from the many wars and violent actions that the other lands bring about and take part of. It is still unknown how the king of wrath and war can live so close to the king of love and peace without anything ever sparking between the two. It's just as they say most likely. War and peace go hand in hand and just can't stand to be at war with one another. Though it still makes no sense on why he would argue and fight with everyone else until the pink lord speaks out. Though that's just political nonsense that many tend to stay away from. I for one sure do. On a more important note, during the first week of the festival the minds of the young men are filled with the thoughts of procreation since their vitality is at best due to their youth. They look towards the young maidens of flowers first since the crowns all have their different meanings. The crowns are meant to mark the virgins of the different species that have come here in order to gain power, money, or a family. The more pure the virgin, the more diversity her crown will be and the more fertile she will be. Many seek to make love for the many days to come with said virgins in order to have a child of a more powerful nature. This is made possible thanks to Purple's knowledge and Pink's aura. With those two, they managed to learn how to put Pink's lustful aura into a more productive use. Due to this interference of magic, the creatures that are in Pink's aura feel more energized and lustful than normal instead of just uncomfortable in their loins. And than the females feel this as well along with a tingling in their womb that is increased further on into the spring season known as simply "the breeding month" to so many across the land. Though it goes without saying that all the tribes are all interested in getting into the land so they can have bigger armies and even more power for the next season. Yes the spring time is truly the time of joy and new life. And no one feels it better the the pink kingdom. In fact, some rumor that there would be no spring without the Pink lord's power. Others argue that it was all thanks to the purple dragon and his knowledge and power that managed to bring about the seasons. I don't care either way as long as my daughter finds nice young man that treats her right and- "You're going on again." A young female says laying a three fingered hand upon the shoulder of a man sitting in front of a row of listeners. The man has wrinkled almost dark gray skin on his face and what's visible of his arms. Unlike his female companion, he has fiver fingers upon his hand. He has glasses perched on his nose and it slowly droops more as he glares harder at the growing crowd in front of him. "Ahem. Uh yes sorry. Where was I now?" The man says adjusting his glasses as he shakes his head still glaring at the young men sitting in front of him while giving the young females and maidens wishful looks. So. Yes, despite how the spring time is truly a time of joy and new life, others see it as a time to plot against one another. Sometimes they see people in that have the most power in order to gain more power to conquer the land of other tribes. Yet during all these years, Pink has never lost or gained territory from the start. Everyone wonders how this is possible, but I believe that Red and Pink have a deal made between the two. The first idea that many have is that Red's warriors are allowed into the deeper parts of the territory where they can breed with the purist of the pure in order to grains strength in number and power to protect Pink's kingdom from those that plot against him. It is quite the sound idea seeing as there are always so many Red warriors wandering about looking satisfied and a girl in each of their arms. Though the girls that are usually with them seem satisfied as well. "Bet you boy didn't know that this old geezer here used to be a red warrior before getting too old and deciding to live here. The reason being you'll never find a tighter hole to rest in." "And you can't let the past be the past!" The old man yells his face turning red as the boys in front of him begin to chuckle while the females call him a pervert, "Just let me tell my story dammit!" She walks off with a satisfied smile into the house just behind the man. "Honestly... try to complement a lady on her vagina and she never lets you live it down.." Anyway! The second reasons is that they say that Red and Pink are "very close". Meaning that even the mighty dragons feel the effect of lust despite them being so different from all of us. And you wanna know the kicker? They're actually both males. Yup yup. I can confirm this myself after having seen Pink for my very own eyes. Despite him being a male dragon, his entire body screams out that he's a female ready to be bread. Some of the boys that were says she's the most beautiful dragon ever got a rude awaking when they saw what was underneath that tail of hers. Oh but boy would you forget about it being so close to him. His scales shine like the prettiest jewel in all the land and you can't even tell if the facial structure should be fearsome or alluring. You could almost get lost in those big green eyes of his. And now I'm not gay so get those smiles off of your damn smug faces. Now I won't tell you what else happened do to... contradictory beliefs, but let me just say that I view Red in a different light when he gets close to Pink. If you thought he'd never be a push over, you'd be mistaken. "Anyway, why don't you kids run off and eat some fertility pops or something. This old man has had enough for talking for today." This statement is met with the mixed response of groan and childlike giggles. Though sooner than later the group disperses to carry about their own business. The old man can't help to chuckle to himself as he looks up into the sky. "Wonder what Spike and Brutus is up to now. I'm pretty sure Brutus is helping relieve the stress of being a war baron a bit." Another chuckles emit out of him mouth as he leans back in his chair.
Green is pretty good right? Even if the situation isn't good. Author's Note Chapter brought to you by my girlfriend selecting the hardest color to write about. So yea sorry for the short chapter but I feel like I need to switch between light heartidness and dark heartidnessness... yea... or something like that idk :D Sorry about the lateness of chapter. I had planned to do it Wednesday, buuuuuuut life. And my car. Green is pretty good right? Even if the situation isn't good. "Get down!" A random pony yells before a loud explosion echos from behind following before the splattering of a mixture of blood and mud around him and the others, "Get the injured back!" The pony, a mahogany furred male unicorn with a hat signalling his rank as captain whilst he wields a flintlock style pistol at his side, pops his head up above the arrow battered trench and fires a ball of arcane energy condensed int he form of a ball from the only hole in the front of it. It pierces through the chest of a Griffin marching forward with the others of his kind bringing him down with a rupture of blood shooting forth from his chest through his chest plate. The leather armor they all wear has nothing compared to the pure penetration power that the Unicorns have when equipped with a firing weapon. The only downfall of it is the fact that it takes a good while to reload up the pistol with energy. To the right and left of him are Earth Ponies equipped with one sword each and a cross bow. The one on the right, a orange furred pony with an arrow currently sticking from his right foreleg shoulder, motions for the other unicorn to go out and provide fire while the unicorn reloads the pistol with magic. The left Earth Pony, a half teal half red furred pony, nods his head and comes up quick fire an arrow and reloading in quick succession. Whilst he reloads, the other earth pony pops up and fire an arrow straight and true into the eye of an unsuspecting injured Griffin as he yanks his spear out of the body of a Pegasus. The war has been going on like this for three years so far. The Griffin's rarely give up ground and the death toll on both sides have only been increasing. Though as of late, the ponies have been having to worry less about this. They have on thing that the Griffins only wish they had. A pure magical dragon. He's still young, but this dragon means a lot more to them than they ever thought he would. Not only has he saved the Crystal Empire, but he has a very specific type of dragon's breath. Apparently it can be changed to do different things based upon the magic fed to him. It's absorbed into his body and is than placed deep within his mind so that he can call upon it whenever. So not only can he fight and protect himself, he can breath flames of life upon the injured to close what was once life threatening wounds. His name is Spike, the green dragon. He's called that based upon the color of his belly. For it is there that- "Whoa whoa whoa. Spike. You know your belly is yellow right?" Twilight says "Er uh yea that's uh exactly what I meant Twilight!" Spike says pulling the marker away from board that currently has multiple drawings as well as idea sketches of himself involving pink, red, green, and black, "So yea so with my awesome healing power I would-" "Spike. You're not lying to me are you?" Twilight asks getting up from her seat staring at the baby dragon before her who is currently shaking a bit with a nervous smile. "Me!? Lying!? Of course not!" Spike says with a nervous laugh closing the marker, "Now I'm a going to uh... go... see what Rarity is up to! Yea you know how she is sometimes! Always forgetting to stop work production every so often and neglecting Sweetie Belle." "Rarity is in Manehatten right now." Twilight says grabbing Spike in her magical grip, "And me and you are going to the eye doctor. And while we're walking there, I wanna know all exactly about how long you've been lying to me mister Spike the Dragon." Spike snaps his mental fingers. "So close..."
