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In the sky, over the open water of the Bay, a Griffon was lounging on a thin cloud in the morning sun. One dark eye was scanning the softly rolling waves below, searching for the tiny glint of scales in the sunlight, a splash or ripple, the slightest hint of a fin... There.

Lazily, Rosie slipped off of the cloud, angled her wings carefully, and slowly began to gain speed, eyes never leaving the shape of the unlucky fish, so far below. Before it had any chance to flee, or dart away, or move at all, huge talons were piercing its side, the world was turned upside down, and the fish could no longer breathe. It could only squirm and bleed as the Griffon pulled out of her dive, grinning. This was no small fish (she had to hold it with both talons), and she was going to eat well, even if that gluttonous saurian convinced her to share. Using the remaining momentum from the steep maneuver, she glided a few feet above the water, flapping her wings every so often, and landed softly on the dock next to The Swamp Witch's Pride.

If her tongue could reach that far, Rosie would have licked her beak. This fish was going to be delicious. She barely noticed the zebra in front of Armand's ship, or even the lizard himself, intent as she was to dig in. Extending one shiny, polished claw, the Griffon cut a perfect line down the fish's underside, chin to tail, and stuck her beak straight in, ripping and tearing and noisily enjoying herself. It wasn't long before the feathers around her beak were slick with gore, as Griffons are notoriously quick and messy eaters, but after a moment or two, she stopped. In her haste, she had temporarily forgotten where she was. She could eat like that around Dusk Wing, they didn't really care, but now she was around a bunch of civilians, most of them herbivores!

Grinning sheepishly at the zebra, who just happened to be nearest, Rosie quickly wiped off the area around her beak with a wing, very aware of the fish guts still strewn across the dock at her feet. "I'm sorry, my friend, I just got a little carried away there... Um, you said you were looking for the Explorer's League ship?" She grinned again, bits of meat still stuck in her beak. "Well, you found it. The Swamp Witch's Pride. A beauty, don't you think? Let's see, Armand up there's the captain of this fine vessel, and me, well, my full title is Lt. Commander Red, but please, just call me Rosie. I'm in the Royal Guard; Twilight sent me to keep everyone safe from nasty beasties and the like... Anyway, you're the first of the civilians to arrive at the ship, and there'll be plenty of time for introductions once the whole group has assembled." With an exuberant wing flap that spattered fish blood on Kali's striped coat, the Griffon exclaimed, "Welcome aboard!"

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A Week Ago, Ponyville

"Alright, Commander Red, are you ready to depart? You'll need to meet Armand, the captain, and make sure there's an understanding between you before the others arrive."

"An understanding, ma'am?"

"Yes. It is his ship, after all, and he won't be too happy to have someone else giving out orders. You'll need to reassure him that no matter your position among the Guard, you won't usurp command of his vessel."

"Of course. I have little experience with sailing. Unless something extreme occurs, I plan to follow his orders... Hmph. While we're at sea, at least."

"-snort- Good. See that you do. I trust your discretion, and leave it all in your capable talons."

"Thank you, your majesty."

The Griffon saluted, turned away, and spread her wings, ready to begin the rather lengthy aerial journey to Baltimare, but a purple hoof stopped her. The Princess spoke again. "Rosie... -sigh- Just be careful out there. I'm sending you on this mission for a reason. No one knows what dangers you're going to face, mundane or otherwise. You need to be prepared, and they need to be prepared. Alright?" Rosie nodded gravely. "Yes, ma'am. You can rest assured, I will be constantly alert. No harm will come to them while under my protection."

"I'm glad to hear it. Very well, I wish you the best of luck, and I'll see you upon your return." Twilight grinned. "No doubt we'll have much to discuss." Her Guard saluted once more, spread her powerful, red-tipped wings, and took off into the clear sky. Her mission had officially begun.
I was thinking it would be something like that, or, you know, Swamp Queen, Swamp Lady, etc.

Now, I'm back from work, so I'll actually write my post.
Oops. Was it me?

EDIT: By the way, Father, what IS the ship's name?
Fabulosa. I'll get to work.
Hm, so, Father, what's the ETA on our IC? We have all of the characters now, right?
They're fun to write as well. Coming up with who would say each thing, making it waver between detailed and entirely vague, stuff like that. It's hard to imagine how the mind of such a creature would work.
Shitty post is shitty, but busy Impy is too busy to think up how the column of light would affect Bob and Karen... I'll keep thinking about it. Next post, definitely.
"See? I told you she'd know us. No you didn't, I had to drag us out here to talk to her." The shifting head turned and attempted an apologetic look at the two humans (though the expression was impossible to see). "I'm sorry about him, he gets completely delusional sometimes. Um... Why were we here? Fate, maybe? It's as good a word as any. It's hard for us to keep track of where we've been, and what we've been doing and everything... It always just kind of slips away... Speak for yourself. We've been trying to get out of the city, eyes that aren't. That's why we're here. Have we really? You have to tell me these things, Karen. -sigh- Alright, Bob, I'll try to be better about that."

When Morph asked what they were, and called them nice, but confusing, the creature laughed. It was a very sad sound, echoing more than the voice, soft and without a hint of actual joy. "I guess that pretty much sums us up," it said, attempting to smile at the human boy. "We think we're nice, too, but neither of us have any idea what we are. Just that there are a bunch of us in here, and only me and Karen can talk..." In demonstration, a few small Wisps leaked out of the creature's arm, leaving it indistinct and transparent. They blinked about, laughing with tiny voices, but the arm swept back over them, and in a moment they had been re-absorbed, and the arm returned to its semi-solid state. "Um... There are other things. Things like us, but not. Some of them can talk, too, and they found us one time. They wanted us to join them. They have a... queen. She's the Heart of the World, they said. Well, we thought it was a load of bunk, and ran away... Now they try to kill us. Hopefully, that makes things less confusing for you?"
Strangelander said
@Imperfectionist: Yes, I suppose Griffons do count as dangerous, and Rosie seems to be especially so...


Ahem, some vain pruning and demonstrations of the sharpness of her claws might be in order.
Sure, if they're really shitty posts, but if everyone cares enough to put effort into what they write, they won't be (this isn't free, you know?). A case-by-case basis is the best way to handle it, not setting up arbitrary limits that stifle creativity.

Speed-posting is a mark of a bad player. Maybe we just shouldn't have bad players in the game?
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