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Hades is a God of Death which is already occupied by Faust. Also, we aren't the greek gods; we're gods of Harmony and, while we don't always get along, are still united in one course: Protecting ponies and Equestria.

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As he is? No. There is not a single one of those spheres that I can allow. The one that I would be the most likely to even think about would be Deceit, but that overlaps too much with Discord. I suggest you go through a list of greek gods (easily found via Wikipedia) and find a god whom you find interesting, then take inspiration from that god and make your own. Just make sure that he/she doesn't overlap with the rest of us, and isn't a copy of a greek god. Inspiration - Fine. Rip-off - not fine.

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JonxlatheLion... I already told you in a PM that those spheres of influence will not be accepted. They are either already taken by others, or something that I will not allow. The gods were created to protect, to be a paragon of ponykind. No paragon of ponykind is a madman that raises the dead.

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Tai, you can contact an Admin to have your post deleted if you want to wait. Just give them a link to your specific post.

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Oddball, nutcase, coo-coo, weirdo... did I use oddball already? Winterjet sighed, the grey alicorn was a really strange one. She'd seemed so serious one moment, then started prattling about how Theá could have done a 'better job' at destroying the town. She readjusted her wings, shuffling them into a more comfortable position as she tried to fight off the awkwardness that was being near Silver Sweeper. She had nothing against her at all, but her mannerisms were... not normal.

Theá almost bristled at Sweeper's response, only just managing to keep her wings from spreading from the offense she felt. Her tone was tight and controlled, clearly holding back a scathing remark; she hated being insulted, deliberately or inadvertently. "Could have done better? I do not know about you, but when your wing is cut off, something I pride myself on immensely, then I do not care for efficiency. Not only had an entire band of cultists taken over the town and killed anyone who came near, turning them into their abominations, but they also chose to attack me personally. Efficiency was the last thing on my mind when I obliterated this sorry excuse of a hideout. What remains are charred beams of wood and scraps of metal; hardly a bone of any corpse is left. I destroyed everything here, as was my intent, and whether or not it is but a pile of ashes of a pile of charred ruins is none of my concern." She stared at Silver Sweeper for a few moments more before she turned around and walked away, stopping once she was a good twenty paces away, her face turned to the sky.

"...I think you offended her," Winterjet muttered, looking between the clearly angry Theá and the other alicorn. She didn't really know what to say in the current situation, given the fact that the more poweful (she assumed) of the alicorns was currently busy with calming down, and the other would not be good for any meaningful conversation... unless it involved something odd which Winterjet, admittedly, wasn't very keen on talking about.

"So... Bright Scroll, was it?" she asked, looking at the earth pony. "How'd you come to be under the-Ow!" She winced and opened her mouth, bringing a hoof up to her lip before looking at it; blood coated the tip, and she knew exactly why. She formed another reflective surface on her leg and looked at herself, seeing how her teeth had changed and realising that she had bit herself in the lip with one of her new fangs. "Oow... Why didn't any of you say anything? It's not like it's difficult to notice, and it's kinda weird knowing I've looked like some kind of predator while chatting with you guys." She spat out a small bit of blood, and fished out a canteen of water from her saddlebags from which she took a few gulps of water to rinse with. "That's better... just hope I don't bite myself again... Freaking hurts. Anywho, how did you come to be a follower of Sweeper's, Scroll?"

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I don't know about you... but I'm fairly proud about Theá's choice of insult to Sweeper...

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The alarm bells immediately went off in Winterjet's head as Sweeper started to talk. She may be a god, she may be frighteningly powerful, but there was one thing she was above all else; one word that described her better than any other, and that word was exactly what Winterjet had in mind at the very instant she opened her mouth to talk.

Oddball. Had she not wanted to stay polite and avoid any chances of offending the two gods present, she would have facehooved hard enough to leave a horseshoe-shaped mark for the rest of the day. He fell face-first onto the ground just like yourself! He didn't bow, you dimwit! Winterjet roared on the silence of her own mind, hoping that this Sweeper could not read minds.

Winterjet continued thinking up degenerative insults to Sweeper's intelligence while said alicorn spoke to Theá, gushing about the earth pony's bravery and skills in combat. "Impressive," Theá admitted, her eyes snapping onto the Bright Scroll, looking him over with an intensity and scrutiny that would make many accuse her of being either a pervert or plotting how best to kill him. "Not often you see someone like yourself fight others. Why, may I ask? Desperation? A genuine wish to protect? You have me curious; I see no fighter in you, yet you fought back against four others and emerged victorious?" Her gaze softened slightly, yet it still held an edge to it. "With the proper training you could become a prime hunter among my followers."

She paused, finally returning her attention to Silver Sweeper, and the bundle of hair she held in her magic. "...What? Spoils of War? Sweeper you incorrigible... I swear, a platypus seems normal when compared to you. You took somepony's mane as a spoil of war? A sword, a breast-plate, a helmet or shield, even grain or a package of cheese is a spoil of war. Not that." She shook her head and banished the conversation and its contents to the darkness of her innermost thoughts where she wouldn't have to think of it for the time being, allowing her to focus on more important matters such as the questions posed to her.

"This," she motioned to Winterjet with a wing, the pegasus—still with her carnivorous teeth, as she had not yet realised that they weren't her 'normal ones'—took a step forward and gave a respectful nod to both Sweeper and Bright Scroll. "Is Winterjet, my newest follower. She approached me only a few hours ago, curious as to the very light that you also seek answers to."

She looked towards the crater of what was once Old Hoof. "I am responsible for this. The light you saw was me; I destroyed this town and everything within." She returned to Sweeper, an eyebrow raised. "Do you judge me?"

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I always saw Bat Ponies/Thestrals/whatever you wanna call them as existing, albeit being somewhat few in numbers and a bit reclusive, but nonetheless existing. I'm all for you making one.

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

Theá and Winterjet had been talking together for about an hour or two, each asking the other questions - with Winterjet being significantly more cautious - about their respective lives and goals. Winterjet had let slip that she was from the north, hailing from a small village near the Crystal Empire but outside of the dome. She’d grown up in a harsh environment of snowstorms, chill winds, limited agriculture and hard labor. Her cutie mark - a snowflake with a metallic silver-sheen - had appeared when she had saved herself from getting pierced by a sharp rock jutting out of the ground by shielding her side with ice as a form of armour. It had been tough enough that she only received a bruise that wouldn’t let her sleep for a week.

She’d later tried to do the same both with and without her amulet, and found that it was whatever magic inhabited the amulet that empowered her magic to the point where it was as strong as steel. A few stories about her travels had also been shared; about how she had actually fought and killed the bear she had gotten the fur from, how she had once snuck through an Everfree Tribe to steal from their food storages and only just gotten out alive.

“You have some interesting tales, Little One,” Theá said, giving the pegasus a brief glance before turning her eyes towards the horizon where the sun was just starting to peek up from behind the hills. “And a life with continuous struggles as well. What happened to you wanting to become a guard, though? You did say that it was your childhood dream.”

Winterjet sighed, hanging her head slightly. “Yeah, I did want to become a royal guard and protect the princesses, but they disappeared when I was only 15—three years before I was of age to join—and I by then it was already too late. My father and mother, however, trained me as best they could together with some of their friends in the homeguard. I was taught to fight, to survive. I was taught the values of a true protector, and I can’t count how many times they beat it into my head that I had to put others above myself; I was to be a guard, so civilian lives were worth more than my own.” She grimaced and stomped a hoof on the ground. “Not much good it did me. I couldn’t do shit when a fight between the cult and some gryphons moved into our village. My parents and I managed to flee and after a week or two came across a refugee near Canterhorn. Mom and Dad decided to stay, and so did I for a couple years. It was five years until they both died. Not by some attack but simply age and sickness. The nurses couldn’t do anything.”

She was silent for a moment, nothing but the sound of the wind rushing past them. She suddenly chuckled. “Cliché as it may sound, I remember my mother’s last words to me before she slept in: ‘Do what you think is right’. It’s nothing special, but I think she wanted me to continue to try and protect ponies… That was twelve years ago—I’ve been wandering around every since, staying no more than a year at any refugee camp before moving on.”

Theá nodded, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “Commendable, truly. Not many have managed to survive this long without being affiliated to any faction. You tell me you were a soldier, or as much of one as you could become given the circumstances, so why didn’t you join the Stormwing?”

“While Stormwing may be militaristic and hold to the customs set down by Commander Hurricane centuries ago they are not something I like. They’re too… I don’t know. I just don’t like the—what the hell is that?!”

While talking she had let her gaze turn towards the sky where she noticed a grey shape rapidly descending… or rather, falling.

Winterjet jumped with her wings flared, crouching into a combat-ready position when whatever, or whoever, it was crashed into the ground only a few metres from them, her teeth unwittingly bared and turned into those of a carnivore again.

Theá, for her part just watched with a raised eyebrow at the familiar shape that had collided face-first with the ground.

I don’t know her.

Yes you do. See those wings? That horn? She’s an Alicorn like you.

Yes, but I don’t know her.

Shaved head, a klutz, grey coat. Doesn’t ring a bell? She’s your sister, Silver Sweeper.

I don’t know her.

“Hi Theá!”

Told you!

Shut up. Theá inwardly groaned, finally silencing the part of her mind that insisted on recognising Silver Sweeper as a paragon and a guardian of ponykind. That is, unless that part of her had gone silent on its own thanks to Sweeper greeting her.

“Who the hell is that?”

Theá turned her head to look at Winterjet, wings still spread wide, but her stance was more relaxed and she no longer bared her teeth, although the fangs still poked a good centimetre out from her upper lip, not to mention that they were easy to spot when she spoke.

“That, Winterjet, is my sister and fellow Goddess, Silver Sweeper and…” she cocked her head to the side. “Someone tied to her back like a ragdoll. Who might you be? ...And yes, hello to you, Sweeper. It’s been a while.”

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