Ponies always say they have it rough. I always laugh when I hear them say that.
My only friends were kidnapped by some sort of ancient monsters. These creatures destroyed my home, and everything I knew. These creatures left me no choice but to find them and destroy them. No politics. Just revenge. For what they did to my friends, to my family, to my home, to ME
My name is Daedra Whisperer, and I'm a dead pony walking.
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Takes place ten years after the story of Hearths Warming Eve. Huge shoutout to Alex Nuage
Memento Mori,
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