BIRB 4: SON OF THE BIRBENING

>>28009149
Wew, that was fast

>>28009149

Let's get the ball rolling with some classics.

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>>28009185
Okey

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>>28009170

Quick like a lil' bunny.

>>28009185
Everybody's seen these already, but ehh.

You go to war with the birb you have, not the birb you want.

>>28009201

I always read that in Isaac Hayes' voice for some reason.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFvRvSxsW-I

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>>28009207

Have some tweety birb.

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three's a crowd but who gives a shit

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>>27891967

Shoulda led with that so folks could see what's gone before. I suck cocks.

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>>28009250

Hot birb is hot and birb.

>three's a crowd but who gives a shit

All are welcome in BIRB.

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>>28009273

Who, indeed?

>>28002634

>it becomes a scene of mutual sobbing from there
>you should probably have expected this, what with fluttershy being like she is
>yeah, it's emotional and junk but like, the crying part is just getting in the way
>you sigh and sit down and just let them cry it out for a bit
>after a while it reduces to sniffles, and sea soar starts talking again
>"y-you know, it was funny, how I m-met her..."

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>>28009281

We have to establish a strong birb presence on the boards.

>>28009283

>"I-I was way out to sea, and a s-saw a big b-boat down below"
>"I swooped d-down lower, b-becasuse the sailor ponies l-like it when an albatross i-is around, they say it's good luck."
>"and I g-got really low b-beside them, and they k-kept waving at me l-like I should land, so I set down on the back."
>"and t-the captain came out and l-looked at me with a big smile, he said "well, looks like we'll have double luck tonight."
>"I d-didn't know what h-he meant, and he j-just said to follow him b-below deck for some food."
>"and he lead me down the stairs, and, t-there she w-was..."
>he sniffles hard, followed by a long exhale

>>28009283

...go on...

>>28009337

>they say it's good luck

You know, in the context with BIRB, this actually makes perfect sense.

Albatross pones fly vast distances to places where there IS no pegasus weather service, and living as they do, their lives would depend on ocean and weather conditions. They'd be hyperaware of everything going on around them and different flocks would probably trade information about weather and climate freely. They'd make perfect scouts and information brokers, and probably messengers and guides too, in the event normal radio communications broke down for some reason.

It wouldn't be at all surprising if airship and sea captains--of various races, not just ponies--had multiple standing agreements in place with them to provide information. They'd probably be not only willing but eager to provide food or medical attention to albatross pones, and they'd go out of their way to protect them if needed.

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>>28009300

...we have to win their hearts and minds...

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>>28009458

Birb is important.

>>28009337

>"she was at a table with a bowl of soup."
>"and we both just stared at e-each other, it felt like f-forever."
>he sighs
>"s-she was perfect..."
>"it was funny, we b-both kinda smile and l-looked away awkwardly"
>"neither of u-us knew what to say, the c-captain was c-cracking up"
>"he said "I thought you were albatrosses, not love birds!"" and sat me down opposite her
>"I told her my name, and she told me hers..."
>he stops, eyes wetting up again
>"a-a-and we just t-talked, for hours and hours"
>despite it all, he's actually smiling a little
>"I was t-terrible at talking, b-but it just seemed so natural with her"
>"and we just got to know eachother"
>"and t-then later she said it was t-t-time for her to g-go, and asked if I'd come w-with her"
>"a-a-and we n-never looked back"
>aww geez, that was so adorable, now you feel terrible
>you put a hand on his withers
"hey, it's going to be all right, sea soar"

>>28009450

this is a good idea

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So one of my friends is spamming 'brib lol'. Where did this maymay start?

>>28009625
Birds Tho is probably a safe bet for the spread of birb memes

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>>28009688

I think we've established that seagulls are fuckin' assholes by this point.

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>>28009713

...keep in mind how birds feed their young.

>>28009737
>Be Seagull Pony
>Marefriend to Anon.
>Tonight you volunteered to prepare supper! Whee!
>You've spent all afternoon gathering ingredients.
>You're in the kitchen. "So what's on the menu tonight?" he asks.
>He's so adorable.
"A nice seafood bouillabaisse! It's an old family recipe my mother passed down to us."
>He's thoughtfully prepared the table, including bread, salads and a nice wine. Such a considerate coltfriend!
>You lean over his plate. "Uh, honey, what are you OH HOLY HELL--"
>BLAAAAAAH.
>**CRASH**
>You stand there at the kitchen table listening to Anon's screams retreating into the night while staring through the destroyed kitchen window.
>Your eyes well up with tears.
>"I'M SORRY! I'll bring beef stew next time!' you call after him.

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>>28009756

Will proof read and start posting what I have so far tomorrow.

>>28006786

>Be Anon
>You're hanging out with Sunchaser, a blackbird pone, and your marefriend.
>You met her at an outdoor music festival back last Hearts and Hooves day
>She's a great mare, you've got the same taste in music and books, she's a helluva looker and she's got a steady job with the Equestria Search and Rescue Service.
>her ability to locate wounded and lost ponies is absolutely legendary, as is her ability to find wounded animals for Animal Rescue, for whom she sometimes work for as well.
>...given her preferred diet, you don't look at that too closely.
>most ponies eat veggies, grains, dairy and occasionally fish.
>Bat ponies, you know, DO eat meat. And blood.
>There's a bat-pony-run cafe with a little grocery store down the street from your apartment where you can get some bomb-ass fried chicken and a pretty tasty cut of rabbit for not a lot of scratch.
>But Sunchaser finds such fare a little...well, bland. Or a lot bland.
>You often eat meals together, and she ate anything you'd cook, but she tends to load her food with cheese, or salt, or pepper, or any kind of condiment she can get her hands on.
>Especially saukraut, which she loved. And kimchi
>But you found out her NORMAL diet the hard way, when you'd opened her lunch kit when she'd just came home from a two-day stint looking for lost hikers in the mountains with the EQS&R.
>She'd tried to stop you--hell, all you were going to do was clean it for her, you were already washing dishes anyway, why not do hers too?
>"Anon, you might not want to--"
>"OH SWEET JESUS!"
>But she was too late. First, food shouldn't MOVE. Second, nothing that smells like THAT should be indoors, much less in contact with anything that you'd want to store food IN.
>"What the HELL is that?" you'd said, when you'd stopped gagging.
>She'd carefully put the lid--the very, very tight-fitting lid--back on. "That was...well, there's earthworms, some slugs, and some, ah...fermented chicken."

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>>28009688
That was just a panel from Cutie Clash. It's full of birb.

>>28010205
>"'Fermented'?"
>She puts her forehooves hooves together and looks distinctly uncomfortable. "Uhhh..well, that's the polite term for it," she says ruefully.
>"You know how I always brush my teeth, floss and gargle before we kiss or...do anything else, especially after I've been at work?" she says. "Well...there's kind of a reason for that."
>And here you'd just thought she was just really fastidious.
>So, you'd started incorporating live foods--crickets, earthworms, slug, mealworms, and the like--into meals. Hers. You weren't brave enough, or planning to become brave enough.
>Although you'd discovered that certain insects were surprisingly tasty cooked, once you'd sacked up and given them a shot.
>You'd joked that, back in your world, finding live worms in a salad would have meant a free meal.
>But you drew the line at live food yourself, or anything--ANYTHING decomposing. You'd told her you'd do super-sharp stinky cheese and she could just pretend. She'd chuckled at that.

>>28010354
>During a recent shopping excursion, you'd discovered...fish sauce.
>It was a common ingredient in Neighponese cooking, and in related cuisines. It gave dishes a nice, rich flavor in small amounts, and made a good condiment for noodle dishes. Also in very small amounts.
>Then you'd made the mistake of opening the bottle to take a sniff of the stuff straight out oc curiosity.
>Sunchaser had been in the other room when you'd opened it. When you'd finished gagging, you'd turned around to see her standing there at the table, an expression of pure rapture on her face. "What is THAT?" she'd said, her eyes starry.
>You'd just pointed at the bottle.
>She'd poured a shotglass full of it and downed it. "Oh...Celestia..." she'd said, her face full of wonder.
>You'd discussed once or tice how she located wounded animals and ponies, and she'd mentioned it was partly by scent. The implications made you slightly uncomfortable
>Anyway, fish sauce was now her favorite condiment, and she ate it on EVERYTHING. Including the live stuff.

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Pickle Pee, Pump-a-Rum!

>>28009149
birds: not quite that important 2bh

>>28010608
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nRB8Jor8tPs

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...in a nest

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seed

>>28009149
Birbdemic?

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Courtesy of Pen on Paper, master birbmaker.

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...is an asshole

Is bird pone for hunting by Canterlot royalty?

>>28011312

That's a surprisingly interesting concept. Dark, but interesting.

>birdpones are nerd pegasi who have taken their ornithological obsessions to star trek proportions

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Comfy birb

>>28011580

>"Scootaloo, you're NOT a Chickenkin. You're a pegasus like me."
>"Rainbow, you just don't understand. You don't understand me, you NEVER understood me. THIS IS WHAT I AM!"
>**Facehoof**

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>>28011949

That may be the comfiest birb I've ever seen.

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>>28010608

>>28011339
>>28011312
Be Prince Blueblood

>Looking out at your royal carriage, you find that once more it has been smitten with the droppings of, ugh, bird ponies.
>Even now they chattered in their infernal foreign unroyal tongue in your tree.
>You had petitioned for them to be removed as pests, even set up for them to have their disgusting bread lines far away in Ponyville, only to be rebuffed by that new Princess there with her minotaur.
>Celestia had been of little help, only saying that she would be watching.
>What is it with her and always watching, ever since Princess Luna had returned it was always watching with her.
>When would she see how fabulous we had made the kingdom with our presence.
>Be Strong Blueblood, this is your chance.
>You went to the cabinet containing ementos from your trip to Yakyakistan.
>A cultural outreach they had called it.
>You certainly learned to reach out there after being foalnapped and held as an offering to the sun.
>Your magic coalesced around the 10 gauge semiautomatic Steppes shotgun.
>You loaded it with the pegashot rounds you had bought at the gentlemen's club.
>Light rounds, intended more for skeet shooting than war, but here you would show part of where they got there name.
>The bandoleer came next, loaded with more shells.
>Pulling out a small container of black paint you brought back an old side of you, the Solar Stallion.
>It was something you had hoped would never comes to pass.
>But here you were, preparing to show Equestria war.
>All that was left were the two pepper grenades you had.
>Setting them on your sides you heard a distinct clunking sound, followed by a rattle.
>The spoons had fallen to the floor.
>Your lips went unsullied by such common profanities in the time it took for them to go off.

>>28012280
Be Bluejay

>You just found the most awesomest of things in service to Anon of Bread.
>Matching earrings from Prince Blueblood.
>Even now you heard him crying for how great they would look on anon, deep manly sobs and completely not whimpering cries like a filly.
>Nope those were completely good cries of greatness from him.
>You weren't going to go back and try and sell him cleaning supplies.
>Ooh, he left the keys in his carriage.

Bamp 10!

>>28012280

Go on...

Wanna see where this leads

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would birb like pina coladas? Because I'm on my foruth now. run is ogood
>beady would like pina coladas thx

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>tfw you finally understand your sole purpose in life is to terrify others.

>>28014306
>One day a crow pone cautiously walks up to you.
>And offers you some straw.

>>28014699
You ask for a hayburger, I give you a hayburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hayburger in your hooves. I give you a hayburger. You swallow and look down at the hayburger in your hooves. You cannot swallow. There are foals at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hayburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The foals are crying now. You raise the hayburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hayburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only foal's laughter. I give you a hayburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your foal. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hayburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hayburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hayburger.

>>28014830
What the fuck? Are you okay, Anon?

Is this a spoof of Chicken Nugger?

>>28014699

>You look up.
>The crow pony mare is holding out a handful of straw to you.
>You look down at yourself. There is a large rent in your side, and your stuffing is falling out.
>It has been for a while, but you haven't paid attention.
>You didn't pay attention because you didn't care anymore.
>You look at the straw for what seems like forever. "Why?" you finally ask her. Your voice comes out in a whisper.
>She doesn't say anything. Instead, she simply gently puts the straw back into the rent and closes it as best as she can. She sits back and inspects her handiwork, smiling a little.
>"Come on. Let me help you find the rest of it," she says

>>28014858
>Scarecrow pony and crow pony become best friends.
I want this.

>>28014844

>Looks up Chicken Nugger
>Look back at my own post

I don't think I understand cause and effect anymore. I think /mlp/ has finally escaped the internet and begun eroding time itself away.

In a thousand years, when all that's left is a sea of dust swallowing up a dead world, all that will remain of us will be a lone statue of a birb in the wasteland with a plaque that reads, "Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair."

>>28012288

I'm picturing Blueblood staggering outside with his eyes full of pepper, screaming while Blue obliviously drives away with his carriage. She's not even thinking of it as stealing, because she barely understands the concept of "property." She's just anxious to give something awesome, shiny and neat-looking to Lord Anon of Bread.

A friend of mine had a pet crow a long time ago. I shared some snacks with him and he kept trying to give me shiny things.

Awesome birb.

>>28014958
Pretty much, I doubt this thread would actually be all that interested in Blueblood giving an answer to whether birb is of citizenry or of animal with a shotgun.

>>28013367
I can have it lead to shooting and hitting a birb with the shotgun.
Would you care for that?
Or should it stay comedic of Blueblood simultaneously pulling off Farcry Tibet in his past and being taken down by a Shady Spring two step?

>>28001393

My retardation felt like it needed to come out and play for a bit.

>be Applebloom.
>You're pretty sure Applejack isn't dead, but you're also pretty sure that things aren't quite right in the Kingdom of Apple either, since the three of you have been poking her with a stick for an hour and a half now and nothing appears to be happening.
>Well, two. Sweetie Belle's gone to find some help. Or something. You're not really clear on that point.
>"Is she dead?" Scootaloo asks. Again. You swat her.
>"She's NOT dead. Dead ponies don't spasm and drool," you point out. "Unless they're zomponies. And I don't think she's a zompony, since she hasn't started trying to eat our brains yet."
>"She'd probably starve with you two around, anyway," said Sweetie, coming up behind them. She opens the saddlebag and starts pulling out items. "I take it she hasn't snapped out of it yet."
>"Nope, nothin' yet," you say.
>Sweetie holds up a rod. "Uh....we don't need a lightsaber," says Scoots. "We want to wake her up, not kill her."
>Sweetie's face scrunches into an expression of disgust, and she presses a switch on the side of the thing with her magic. A loud vibrating hum fills the orchard.
>the three of you stare at it in some fascination. "Well, I once overheard Sis telling Fluttershy that this woke her up pretty quick," she said.
>"Okay, I...don't know how that's goin' to help us here," you say. You make a mental note to have a closer look at that thing later, because reasons. "What else ya got?"
>She pulls out a tennis racket. "Not sure how sports equipment helps us either," says Scoots.
>"It's not a tennis racket. It's one of those portable bug zappers Anon was selling a couple of years ago, remember? I made some modifications. See, I remember reading in one of his books that you could use electricity to jolt people with brain damage. Or something..."
>"Let's test it first," you say.

>>28015231

I...actually like that last idea. A lot. I can haz dark farcical comedy, plz?

>>28012280
>Ponies run in fear as Blueblood stands in the middle of Canterlot firing a gun in the air and shouting 'poo in loo'

>>28015231
>Pretty much, I doubt this thread would actually be all that interested in Blueblood giving an answer to whether birb is of citizenry or of animal with a shotgun.

That's an implication of Birb I'm actually not completely comfortable examining TOO closely. I treat most of my birb like completely sentient beings in my greens. They're weird and strange sentient beings with bizarre habits and odd outlooks on life who have weird instincts and often live in a way that we'd associate with animals, but they're fully sapient and intelligent. They have language, they can understand abstract concepts and math, they can build and use tools if they need to, even if they usually disdain them. Most of my birb are magical ponies who are touched even further by some sort of...well, magic.

But I've also been interested where you'd draw the line, that is, if there could be birbs that are either flat-out nonsapient by most standards or so alien that communication is all but impossible. Like, say, a primitive pack-hunting bird based on Archeopteryx or something. Or how other ponies might react to a tribe of actual full-on carrion-eating vulture birbs who don't see "death" as anything other than a buffet opportunity. I could actually imagine there could be folks like the Yaks or the Griffons who might employ them as battlefield cleanup personnel or tap them for body disposal during epidemics, since they'd be immune to nearly everything that kills other ponies, but I don't see anyone actually LIKING them.

I'd be interested in reading someone else's work if they wanted to portray them as different from anything I've done thus far.

>>28015237
>Celestia reads about Blueblood going full-on Charles Whitman in Canterlot Square
>Blueblood taken down, sentenced to spend rest of his life in the booby hatch.
>All according to plan!

>>28015232

>"Yeah, let's see..." you both spy a horsefly buzzing near an apple seedling near Madame Stumpy at the same time. "target...ACQUIRED!"
>Sweetie swings the bug zapper and it connects...
>BOOOOOOOOOM
>You pick yourselves up, spots dancing in front of your eyes. A bright fireball is arcing through the heavens toward Ponyville, and the racket is smoking.
>A few seconds later, you hear a distant explosion and then the Ponyville emergency sirens coming online. And barking dogs. A whole lot of barking dogs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIos0ya-yss&list=PLhDrTix3j_BRny1IK3Gh-PfhELTHkTVwD&index=5
>the three of you stare at the zapper in surprise.
>"Soooo...uh...how did you say you modified that thing again?" Scoots asks.
>"I didn't. I just sort of asked Time Turner if he'd have a look at it. He just mumbled something about homicidal pepperpots and worked on it for an hour," says Sweetie.
>"We're gonna get blamed for this. Somehow. I know it," mutters Scootaloo. You smack her.
>"I'm--not sure how explodin' my sister or settin' her on fire is going to help us here," you say, slowly. "So what else've you got there?"
>"Maybe we should just..pony up and call somepony?" Scootaloo suggests. "Y'know, like sane ponies?"
>You smack her.
>But before any of you can say anything else you hear a sound behind you.
>"...applesssss..."
>You whirl around. Applejack is sitting up in the depression you found her lying in--which bears an uncanny resemblance to a very, very large flank print.
>You know there's a lot of bird-ponies around Ponyville right now. Is it remotely possible that there's orca-ponies? Or elephant-ponies? Because...that was one humongous flank.
>One of her pupils is very large. The other is very, very small. Both eyes are incredibly bloodshot. She's still twitching and drooling, but she's obviously awake, so you've all got that going for you. None of you are medics, but it seems like being awake is probably a good sign.

>>28015435

>"Applesh....she mumbles. "Applesh...God..."
>She staggers out of the depression and onto her hooves. "Must...apples....tell...apples..." she says, her mouth moving. She collides head-first with a tree, turns around and starts in another direction. "I know, Mister Skunk," she says to thin air, "I'm kinda excited t-too. Cn' get some ice cream later though?"
>She pats her head. her hat is missing. She randomly grabs a nearby birds' nest that was lying on the ground and puts it on her head, then staggers off in the vague direction of the Apple family farmhouse.
>The baby birds in the nest seem less than concerned. Mama lights on the nest and after a moment of confusion, she proceeds to enjoy the ride. Still mumbling, she wanders out of sight.
>You pick up her slightly squashed hat. "She'll want this later, I bet," you say.
>In the distance, you hear more sirens and explosions. You look at the Sweetie's racket. "Yeah, maybe we need to keep that. Y'know, for safekeeping."
>"I was thinking the same thing. Wanna go see a movie?" she sticks the racket in her saddlebag.
"You know, maybe we should keep an eye on Applejack. She doesn't seem to be doing too well right now..." says Scootaloo, pointing at her.
>In the far distance, Applejack is having a screaming one-sided argument with a frog and a stump. They appear to reach some sort of accommodation. She attempts to shake the frog's hand with her hoof and proceeds slowly on her way home.
>You smack her.
>"She's fine, let's just go see that movie."
>You get out of there.

>>28015611
Assuming the thread is still here later, I'll post moar green. I actually have a vague idea where to take this dumpster fire now!

>>28015284
So, basically, Birb = Gypsy, more or less?

>>28015997
Pretty much

>>28015611
>>28009604
There needs to be a pastebin for these. More... please?

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Best plushie coming through!

>Be Blackbird pone
>A july's moon shines over the rooftops tonight, and the town of Ponyville rests peacefully.
>While you're sitting by one of the chimneys and drink in the scene, a tune comes to your mind.
>You start humming to yourself. Quietly at first, almost like a whisper, but as the melody takes shape your voice grows more confident.
>As you're fully singing your wordless song, you make an effort not to sing too loud, lest you'd disturb the sleep of those in the houses around you.
>But despite your efforts, you're suddenly flung to the side and made to roll off of the rooftop you had been sitting on
>You fall to the ground, unable to catch the air under your wings, and hit the cold dirt, chest first.
>A moment later you're accompanied by a clay brick that strikes the ground a couple of meters away.
>From somewhere nearby you can hear some three or four voices letting out a cheer
>You rush to get up on your hooves and to take off flying, but you're met with a sharp pain from your right side as you unfold your wings. It appears flight is not an option.
>"Quick, she fell on the other side of the house!", one of the voices yell, followed by the sound of rapid hoofsteps coming towards your from around the corner.
>You turn around and begin fleeing for your life.
>Instinctively, you try to unfold your wings once again and take off to safety, but you're met with the same sharp pain from the right wing. The left one, however, manages to unfold fully.
>The sudden jolt of pain, combined with the lift from the extended wing, throws your off your balance and you fall to the ground once more.
>It's just like you to clumsily make such a grave mistake.
>Before you know it, the hoofsteps catches up to you, and you find yourself surrounded by three strange ponies.

>"Well, cuck-a-doodle-doo, what have we here if not a filthy birdbred", one of them says.
"Please, I haven’t done anything to you! Just leave me be...", you plead and try to get up on your hooves once more.

>>28017325
>But one of the ponies walks up to you, places their hoof on your withers and pushes you back down.
>"Shut it, beakbrain! Keep your pathetic cries for mercy to yourself.", the first one scolds you and punches your face once. Then once more.
>Next up, the last of the three ponies, walks up to you and kicks you in the side, knocking you over.
>You curl up and try to cover yourself as much as you can with your hoofs and only good wing as the three ponies beat you senseless.
>Just a minute ago, your voice had been sharing your timid love for the night with the world around you. Now, it shrieks in suffering.
>Your eyes pour as these three strangers mauls you, and you're quite confident that this is the end of you.
>They kick you in the back and the chest repeatedly, most likely breaking every single one of your ribs.
>They pluck the feathers, one by one, from what had been your remaining good wing. Each feather more painful than the last.
>Teeth grinds through the skin of you your ears.
>They drag you across the dirt by your mane and your and tail.
>And they stomp on your head and your shins with their hind legs.
>All the while, they call you by every possible slanderous word there is, and tops it of with laughter. The of torturing you and seeing you in pain bringing them such amusement.
>Time stand still in this time of agony, and you're convinced days pass in the while your body and soul is being smashed to pieces.
>The last days of your life.
>"Hello? Is there anybody here?"
>A voice calls in the distance, and the beating comes to an sudden end.
>"Shit! Run, guys, run!", one of the ponies exclaim.
>Those you thought were going to be your executioners takes off into the night, but not without giving you a final bucking to your croup.
>Meanwhile, a new set of steps sound through the soil that your head rests against. But they sound a bit... off.
>"Hello? God damnit, I could swear I just heard someone. What even is this weird tow-HOLY DICKWADS!"

>>28017346
>You can feel the vibrations in the ground as the peculiar sounding set of steps comes rushing towards you.
>”What the shit, what the shit, who the hell did this to you?! Hello?!”
>Could it be? A friend?
”H-help…”, you muster despite your busted lungs.
>“Oh-my-god-it-talks. Fuck, uh... is there a veterinary or a hospital or something nearby?”
>There is. You wish that you could tell the strange, but you don’t have the energy nor the air to reply.
>“Hello? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, what do I do? Uh...”
>Pain bursts through your body once more as you feel yourself being picked up from the ground.
>You would scream once more, if only you had the capacity.
>“Hang in the buddy, there must be someone nearby who can help”
>Who- or whatever is carrying takes off sprinting through the streets of Ponyville.
>This is the last thing you remember before your eyes go black...

>Beep. Beep. Beep.
>”Doctor, she’s waking up.”
>”Thank you, nurse. Would you be so kind to inform the um… her associate out in the waiting room.”

>>28017354
And now, the continuation.

Since the reference for the prompt wasn’t mentioned by anyone (though I’m sure most of you got it COUGH COUGH), I thought I would post it myself:

http://youtu.be/xATj2_MMeAI
I know it’s not the original, but I like this version better personally.

>“Uh, hi. How are you doing?”
>That voice. It’s familiar. It’s not the voice of someone you know, but you’re sure you’ve heard it before.
>You’re in bed, and you turn your head on the pillow towards where the voice came from. As much as you’re capable, at least.
>Apparently you didn’t have to turn it much anyway, as the body to which the voice belonged stood quite tall beside you.
>A strange, green, nicely dressed figure. You had never seen such a creature before.
”Who are you? Where am I?”
>“You’re at, uh… shit, what was it… it was something like Regal Camelot Hospital. Or something...”
>Royal Canterlot Hospital? How in the world did someone manage get your feathers past the doors of the most prestigious hospital in all of Equestria?
>“...and my name is Anon. I found you lying all bloody and broken on the ground back there a couple of nights ago.”
”A couple of nights?”
>Had you really been out for that long?
>“Yeah. Holy crap the doctors here work fast. Back in my world, you’d probably have been made to sleep for at least a couple of weeks with how fucked up you were. Assuming they’d manage you stabilize you. Guess that’s magic for ya.”
”Your world?”
>They were saying such strange things. Weird words you could only guess were cusswords, a name you had no idea what it meant, and implying they’re from another world.
>“It’s a long story and, to be honest, I don’t even know all of it myself. The nurse told me to be quick so that you can keep resting. Man, she was kinda hot for a horse…”

>>28017385
>You turn your head back forward (or rather, up) and gaze into the white plaster ceiling.
>The Royal Conterlot Hospital. By Celestia.
>The soft pillow underneath your head felt amazing. Despite the fact that you probably were on a lot of pain killers. Or perhaps that’s exactly why.
>And you can’t even remember the last time you’d rested your weary frame on a mattress. Well, a clean and dry one inside of a house, at least. The mattress you were currently lying upon was not only of all that, but it was whole, and even had sheets.
>What was this fella's name again? You had been semi-occupied by your own thoughts back there. Umm… oh yeah, that’s right.
”Hey, Anon.”
>“Yeah?”
”Could you, um… could you pull the covers up a bit for me, please? My legs aren’t, you know, fully functional.”
>With your eyes you point towards your cast covered forelegs.
>”Sure thing.”
>As Anon bends over and gently pulls the duvet up to your chin, you spot a smile on his lips. He had smiled somewhat earlier, but this one particular smile caught your attention. It had this “warmth” about it, which made it pleasant to look at and made you feel good. Even if a short glimpse was all you got.
>You can’t help but let out a light chirp to yourself as you cuddle into the fluffy fabrics that now caressed you from the neck down.
“Well, I’ll leave you to catch some Z's now, doctor’s orders”, Anon says and walks over to the door.
>He stops in his tracks as he’s about to grab then handle with his not-a-hoof.
“Oh shit, I almost forgot to ask, what’s your name? The Doctors wanted one for their system or journal or whatever.”
>”Sprig”
”Any last name?”
>’Last name?’ What’s he on about?
>”No? Just Sprig.”
“Huh. Alrighty then. Nice to meet you, Sprig. Get well.”
>There’s that smile again.
>”Y-you too! ~chrip~”
>And with that, Anon makes an exit and closes the door behind him.

>>28017392
Cute

>>28017392
>A week goes by and your magic assisted recovery proves effective.
>Two days after you spoke with Anon, you were up and walking.
>Five days, the feathers that were been plucked had grown back, and you were allowed to give them a go.
>On the final day, you stayed more or less just because you enjoyed the life in the hospital. Though, it became more and more obvious that your presence wasn’t welcome anymore. At least not outside of your room.
>A birdborn like yourself is looked down upon enough in public. Having you strolling around inside of this highly praised institution must not only be strange, but also a risk for the hospital’s reputation as well.
>But having a bed with clean sheets every night, three meals of warm food served to you, and ponies caring for you and tending to you? You can’t help but extend your visit as long as possible.
>But alas, one last morning they woke you up and insisted you were more than fine and thus were ready to leave the building.
>As nicely as they tried to word their sentences, in reality, you were more or less shoo’d out of there.
>And here you were, just outside the hospital doors, with the entire world ahead of you.
>It felt strange to see the ponies coming and going right next to you (though keeping their distance), and walking idly by on the pavement just outside the hospital garden. It’s as if you’d never lived a life before you woke up in the hospital. That you had no old one to return to.
>With a small leap you take air and fly off to new horizons. Maybe. You weren’t exactly sure where to go. Certainly not back to Ponyville.
>Out of necessity, you had always been a bit of a nomad. Rarely sleeping in the same location two consecutive nights, diving dumpsters for food or acquiring your own out in nature, and treading carefully through the streets, and only really after twilight.
>Now, you weren’t sure if that had ever been your life. Or how it could possibly return to be.

>>28017503
>The nurse puts the files down and takes a good deep breath before turning to you. She doesn’t exactly look thrilled to see you again.
>”>But, perhaps, there was this one thing you actually felt could give you a purpose for the time being.
>Anon.
>He had saved you from those bullies back in Ponyville. Then he had carried you, well, to the RCH you could only assume, and somehow managed to get you a spot in there despite your genetics.
>He had saved your life, and you hadn’t even managed a ‘thank you’. Celestia damnit.
>You’re not exactly what one would call a well-mannered pony, but even you know when to show some gratitude. This was one of those times - a thousand times over.
>So it was settled: you were gonna track your saviour down and thank him in whatever possible way you could.
>Your only clue right now is that you know he had been talking to the hospital staff. So, that’s probably the best way to start.
>You make a u-turn and head back to the RCH.

>You walk up to the front desk. You recognize the nurse currently sitting behind it. She is talking to another couple of ponies.
>You and the nurse make eye contact for a split second, then her eyes return to the couple and remains fixed at them.
>The conversation they were having sure seemed to drag on.
>Eventually, the nurse had nothing more to say, and the couple left. Instead of turning to you, however, she walked over to small desk behind the counter and started looking through some files. Big surprise.
”Excuse me?”, you ask.
>The nurse keeps looking through the files.
”Excuse me, nurse?”, you ask again. Louder this time.
How can I help you, miss? Perhaps you’d like a fresh set of pillows to bring with you?”, she says with a hint of hostility in her tone.’

>>28017513
”Actually, I would just like to ask if you know where I could find the pon- uh, one who signed me in here?”
>”I assume you’re talking about Mr. Mous; the tall green fellow who visited you last week. He wasn’t exactly the one drop you off here in Canterlot. You were transferred here from the Ponyville Hospital, but he came with you.”
>Guess that makes sense. Running all the way to Canterlot from Ponyville, carrying a pony as badly damaged as you had been, and arriving before it was too late would have been quite a feat. No, the only way you would have been able to survive was if you’d been given professional help very quickly.
”Yes, him. Do you know where I could find him?”
>”Sorry, miss. He didn’t leave any address or other means of contacting him. He stated that he had neither,” she says and turns back to her files, “if you're looking for him, my advice would be to take a look in today’s paper. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m very busy.”
>Today’s paper? That’s an odd advice. But if the paper contains a clue to Anon’s whereabouts, then you won’t complain.
>”Alright. Thank you, nurse.”
>”...”
>Back out the door you go, and this time you head on down the street by hoof rather than fly.
>Seeing as this was the big city of Canterlot, you wouldn’t have to go far to find a place that had today’s paper.
>But you weren’t exactly familiar with the city. You preferred smaller towns with fewer ponies wandering about, with recent events as a testimony as to why.
>Although the prevalent hate for your kind had always been upsetting to you, you had somewhat come to terms with it. You generally didn't like bothering other ponies, and all it took for for that to happen for non-birdbreds was your presence.

>>28017524
>On the more scarce streets of a small town, it was easier to keep a distance from other ponies. And there wasn’t as much night life, which usually meant that rummaging about was a safe activity once the sun had set.
>Of course, not *every* pony out there had it out for you. Especially foals that had yet to learn all the crazy social rules of this world didn’t mind you. But most adults would rather you stayed away, lest it could damage them socially if they were to associate with you. So it could get a bit lonely at times.
>Now that you were walking down the boulevard of Canterlot, after recent events, you were simply glad that the ponies kept their distance. At least physically, they did.
>Avoiding going near you didn’t stop them from staring. Loud and open conversations between friends and families stopped and turned into whispers as soon as ponies spotted you.
>Oh well, at least they didn’t throw bricks at you.
>About three blocks and a left turn you come across a small kiosk window with various newspapers and magazines fronted.
>You stop in front of the small hole in the wall and browse the front paged with your eyes. There’s a lot of various magazines dedicated to fashion and beauty, health and exercise, home decoration, and last but not least: gossip.
>You spot a small headline on the cover of the Canterlot Post. It reads: “Extraequestrian granted citizenship by princess”
>It must be be what the nurse meant. It must be about Anon. You can’t think of anyone or anything else they would refer to as “extraequestrian”.
>”Are ya gonna buy something or what?”, the stallion running the kiosk asks you with a harsh voice.
”I’d like to read the Canterlot Post, please.”
>”You? Read? Now that’s something newsworthy. One copy of the Canterlot Post will cost ya five bits.”
”I’m sorry, mister, but I don’t have any money. Coul-”
>”A birdbred with no money, no need to stop the presses I guess”, he interrupts you.

>>28017535
”Could I maybe just read this one article I’m interested in, please?”
>”No bits, no paper. Now keep walking; you’re scaring of my customers.”
>Your face scrunches up and you glare at the kiosk owner. But you weren’t gonna pick a fight and make a scene in the middle of Canterlot. It wouldn’t turn out in your favour, no matter what you said or did.
>Defeated, you begin to walk away as commanded. But you don’t get too far before you hear the kiosk owner’s voice burl again.
>”Mornin’ mister Flags, how are we today?”
>You turn around to find that an older stallion slowly approaching the kiosk you had just left. He’a wearing a dark green coat, seemingly almost as old as himself, as well as a golf cap.
>”Wuss’at?”, the frail old pony asked almost yelling.
>”I said: Mornin’, how are we today?”, the owner repeated, louder this time.
>”The power seeds delayed? Again? You really ought to complain to the supplier, mister Ink. But say, have you got today’s Canterlot Post for me?”
>”Right… um, sure! That’ll be three bits, mister Flags.”, the owner says and places a copy of the paper on the small counter for the older guy to grab.
>Hmpf. No wonder birdbreds don’t have any money when you charge us extra, jerk.
>The elder makes it all way up to the window before he takes out a small coin purse from his coat pocket and digs the coins out one by one. Slowly.
>”You know, it’s such a fine day today, don’t you think? I think I just might go read the paper outside, over at the park.”, the elder says.
>The park, huh? That gives you an idea.
>”That sounds like a great idea, mister Flags. Thank you. Here’s your paper.”
>”Thank you, sir. Have a nice day.”
>”And the same to you.”
>As the older stallion takes his paper and heads off, you hear him mumble something about being to old for a 'game for two’.

>>28017551
>You stalk the elder pony, careful not to pull any additional attention towards yourself and the fact that you were following someone. Surely you’d be accused of planning to rob the fella if given a reason to suspect it.
>You make your way down the busy streets, and after a solid twenty minutes you end up at the entrance of a small park right in the middle of civilization.
>The stallion traveled down the graveled path that slithered through the out-of-place vegetation. In order to remain discreet, you instead trail off into the bushes and followed him from there.
>After about five minutes or so, the elder pony reaches a park bench by the path, takes a seat and opens up the newspaper.
>Now is your chance.
>Slowly, you sneak up behind the bench and place your front hooves on the backrest. From over his shoulder, you skim through the pages as quickly as your inexperienced reading skills allowed you to.
>You did know how to read and write; your father had taught you when you were a just filly. He wasn’t exactly an expert on the matter himself, though, and rarely did you read anything longer than a street sign.
>Needless to say, the old stallions poor sight was to your advantage.
>A handful of pages into the newspaper there’s a large picture stretching across both sides. Depicted in it is Princess Celestia and Princess Luna themselves, standing and looking as graceful as ever, but at their side side stands…
>Anon. That’s him alright.
>You feel your heart skip a beat out of excitement. You begin to read the article, now drinking in every word in order to collect as much information as possible.
>Anon E. Mous...audience with the princesses...granted citizenship…will be residing-
>And that’s when you spot it. Inside the front pocket of the old stallion’s coat is a small paper bag. And said paper bag almost half full of sunflower seeds.

>>28017563
Resist the food Sprig, you have a mission.

Thanks for starting the next thread guys, I was worried when the autosage would start when I was at work/sleeping

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>>28017563
aw shit son, i eagerly await your return

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I am a slow drawer, I took me three whole Devo albums to do this, and it's still just a sketch. Oh well, will likely finish this weekend
Hardcore Vol I, Hardcore Vol II, and Duty Now For The Future, if any of you wanted to know which Devo albums for whatever reason

>>28018672
>birbbutt
yes please!

>>28017563
>No! You mustn't get distracted now, you have to keep reading!
>’Anon E. Mous will be residing at th-...’
>Maybe, just maybe, you could grab just a couple of them. Surely, the stallion won’t be missing just three or four. Or eight...
>Celestia damnit, Sprig! Focus! You can’t risk revealing yourself now. Keep. Reading.
>'Anon E. Mous will be reeeeee-…’
>It wouldn’t be *that* big a risk, right? This elderly fellow is half deaf and a quarter blind, so it should be easy to nick just a few seeds out of his pocket. Almost too easy. Too easy to pass up on, that is.
>Slowly, your hoof begins moving and makes its way towards the old guy’s pocket. You curve it with all your might down under his supposed line of sight, carefully observing his movements.
>Almost there. Gently now. Slooowly.
>You feel the tip of your hoof touch the itchy fabric of his coat, and you stop any movements to look at the elder. You want to make sure he isn’t feeling the pressure from your hoof.
>Once you’re sure he hasn’t noticed you yet, you carefully start sliding your hoof down his pocket and into the paper bag residing within it.
>And there it is, like tiny friendliness pellets, you feel the small seeds start enveloping your hoof. You’ve got ahold of them, now all you have to do is-
>”HEY! GET YOUR FILTHY HOOFS OUT OF THE OLD STALLION’S POCKET!”
>Oh, crumbs…
>The elder looks up from the paper and spots the mare who ratted you out. Then, he turns to where she’s looking, meaning you, and you and the stallion lock eyes.
>Curse you, stomach…
”Hello, sir”, you greet, meekly at best.
>”AAAAHH!”, he screams in panic.
>”Get your dirty dirty grabbers away from me, you freak of nature!”
>Before you even get the chance to react, he’s rolled up the newspaper and started thwacking you over the head with it.
”Ow! Sir, plea- ow! ~chrip~”

>>28018775
>With all your might you try to avert his vicious attacks with your front legs, but the old guy hits a lot faster and harder than you’d expect.
>Instincts take over and you take air. Hovering just above the stallion, you skree at him and fend for yourself with your hind legs. In the corner of your eye, you spot the ratting mare running towards you. It’s probably not wise to take on both of them, but you needed that paper.
>”Get down here so I can whoop your flank good, thief!”, the old guy yells.
>With a final swoop and a skree, you grab the rolled up paper and take off into the skies.

>It’s a pity bird ponies can’t manipulate clouds. Otherwise you’d take to hiding inside of one. But, as it is, you have to find somewhere else to take cover.
>At the city border, towards the mountainside, you spot a set of large trees whose rich crowns you deem sufficient for hiding.
>It’s located right beside the Canterlot train station. The area is fairly crowded, but what can you do? All of Canterlot is. And you wanted to continue reading the paper as soon as possible.
>Said and done, you sit yourself on one of the larger branches and open up the now very torn and wrinkled paper. You turn the pages until you find the ones you were looking for, and pick up where you left off.
>’While being examined, Anon E. Mous will be residing-’
>”FINALLY, WE’RE HERE!”, a female voice is heard shouting. More or less.
>The loud noise throws your focus off, and you get a sudden urge to fly away. You fight this urge, however, but do turn your attention to the platform below.
>”Um, do you always have to yell as soon as we step off at a big city, Rarity? It’s not like it’s your first time in Canterlot.”
>”Oh, I’m sorry Twilight, I can’t help but get a little bit excited whenever we travel to the grand city of Canterlot!”
>”A little bit...?”

>>28018787
>Down by the train that had just rolled in stands two unicorns. yes, unicorn Twi, deal with it One of them white, the other lavender. You’re confident that you’ve seen these two mares before, but where?
>”Fine, very excited, but can you really blame me?”
>”I guess not”, the lavender one giggles.
>”Now, where shall we go first? Maybe some lunch start with? A spot of tea? Then maybe shop for some Canterlotian fashion? Oh, I know just this fabulous little jewellery store downtown!”, the white mare lists quickly.
>”Oo, I know a nice book store I haven’t looked inside for a while, maybe we could go there?”
>The lavender one lights up at her own idea, but her friend puts on a much more stern look.
>”Twilight, dear, we didn’t travel all the way to Canterlot from Ponyville simply so that you could keep burying your face in those dusty old books. It’s not good for your complexion, you know?”
>Oh yeah, they’re from Ponyville. They’re part of that group who saved the town from Nightmare Moon.
>The one time you had finally gained enough courage to attend a Summer Sun Celebration and an evil force awakens from its thousand year sleep. Come to think of it, why didn’t you learn to stay away from Ponyville back then?
>”What’s wrong with my complexion?”, the purple mare asks.
>The white mare disregards her friend’s question and continues:
>”No, my best friend Twilight and I are going to enjoy a proper ‘girl’s day on the town’!”
>And off they were.
>Celestia, that white one was loud. Perhaps *finally* you can get to reading that paper. Now, where were you...
>‘While being examined, Anon E. Mous will be residing in the guest quarters of the Royal Canterlot Palace. He is to be placed under the care and protection of the Princesses themselves personally until further notice. In the meantime, the public is to remain calm as business is as usual.’

>forgetting to namefag, shiggy diggy

>>28018796
>The Palace. Anon’s living in the Palace.
>Cheese’s crust, how in Equestria are you ever gonna get in there? A bird pony in the Royal Palace? It’s just unthinkable!
>Of course, so was a bird pony getting treatment at the Royal Canterlot Hospital, but it happened. To you.
>You take your sweet time weighing the odds of you doing the impossible twice in the span of a couple of weeks.
>On one hand you’d still be doing the impossible. On the other, you’d already proven it could be done. Well, not you, but Anon.
>Shoot, there’s no harm in trying, right? Worst case scenario they’d just ask you to leave.
>You weren’t exactly good with maths, but the risks were calculated, and you felt pretty good about them.

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That's all for tonight, folks. But there will be more tomorrow.

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>>28018814
you should just stop whatever you're doing forever and write for us.

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>>28018814
You can do it Sprig I believe in you

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>>28018814
You know when a character mimics >>28018836, you're in for a wild ride.
Also thought pic would be thread related. I put it in for not particular reason. I just thought it was-okay fuck this joke.

>>28019316
We need that ponified

I wish to birb birb in the birb.

>>28019646
chirp~

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>Page 10? ~coo~ careful anon, you're making me nervous.

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>>28021364
page 8's much safer

>>28021831

Imma bamp here

>>28017607

You're welcome. Maybe we can keep the ride going a little bit longer.

>>28016162

>>28015611 here. I've got one:

http://pastebin.com/u/Speaker-to-Birds

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time for bed birbs

>>28022751
This is pretty perfect

>>28022751
There are no words for the awesome that is this piece of work.

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chirp

Bump

Green will continue in 2 hours, give or take

>>28024654
Aww yiss

>>28024654
>2 hours later

WHERESIT

>>28026033
Approximately here:

>>28018814
>There they were. The Palace Gates, as grand as ever. To say that this marvelous piece of architecture had aged well would be an understatement; it might as well have been built yesterday.
>Guards patrolled along the walls, their golden armor glistening in the warm sunlight. Faces as hard as stone. Any regular mare would probably swoon - at least a little - over the muscular stallions that stood as the palace’s defenders, but not you. Nuh-uh. Totally not.
>At each side of the gate stood two of the guards. One had a coat as white as snow, the other more of a dark chestnut. A detail that stuck out to you was the different plumes that decorated their helmets. The white one wore a smaller and white plume, while the chestnut coloured guard wore a larger blue one.
>As you approach the gates, you feel your heart swelling in your chest. Each beat pounding like a drum in your ears.
>The two guards steps in front of the giant doors and stands in your way.
>”Halt! Who goes there? State your business.”, the chestnut one asks. Or rather, demands.
>Here goes.
”Hello, sirs, m-my name is pecks- I MEAN… my name is Sprig, and I’m looking for m-”
>”You seek audience with the Princesses?”
”Well, technically no, but I guess-”
>”Sir, no ‘Sprig’ is scheduled for an appointment with neither Princess Luna nor Princess Celestia”, the white one says while flipping through a clipboard.
>”Figures. Well then, might we be here to beg for a bit or two then, perhaps?”, the chestnut stallion asks and squints his eyes at you.
”What? No, not at all! I just-”
>”Perhaps to commit an act of vandalism on Palace property, then, out of sheer entertainment?”
>As he talks, the blue plumed stallion walks up to you and places his muzzle mere inches away from yours. This forces you to shrink up, both physically and mentally, under the buff stallion, putting you in a sitting position.

>>28026083
”No! Sir, please, I’m just looking for my fr-”
>”Let me cut to the case, avis, and be very clear about it. One would think I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but apparently I do...”
>“Your kind is not welcome on palace grounds. Not now, not ever! Are we clear?”
>The stallions glare simply spews his distaste into your soul, and it literally sends shivers down your spine to be in his presence. In an attempt at averting his eyes and this feeling, you try looking elsewhere.
>Your eyes dart between the features of small entrance garden you’re standing in, the guards on top of the wall that had stopped in their tracks to follow the events currently taking place by the main gate, and the second guard standing a small distance away. He seems frozen in place, looking rather uncomfortable.
>”Are. We. Clear. Avis?”, the chestnut stallion repeats and presses is muzzle against yours.
”Y-yes, sir…”, you chirp out in an almost squealing fashion.
>”Good”, he closes. But not before pulling a final move.
>The large stallion places his heavy hoof on your tail and pin it to the ground.
”H-hey! What do you think you’rGRGH?!”, you panic and try to take off, but you’re mightless against the guard and he proceeds to pin you by the throat. You’re on your back; at the mercy of this predator.
>”Private Steel, please assist me in sending this one on it’s way.”
>The white stallion begins to move at the sound of his name. He considers the scene in front of him, as well as the orders he had just received from his superior. As you lie there on the ground, gasping for air, your eyes meet the white stallion’s. You’d say he looks almost as helpless as you feel.

>>28026089
>”Uh, Sir?”
>”What is it, Private?”
>”I’m… I’m not entirely sure the Captain would approve of taking this kind of action towards an innocent civilian, Sir.”
>”Need I remind you, Private, that the Captain isn’t here? You’re answering to me, Private, and I’m ordering you to aid me in dismissing this ‘civilian’, if you could even call it that”, the chestnut guard snarls.
>It takes a few moments, but the subordinate stallion eventually steps up and grabs you by the front leg. Meanwhile, the chestnut one grabs you by the other one, and together they drag you out of the garden.
”Please, sirs, I wasn’t going to beg, or steal, or vandalise, or anything of the sorts! I just wanted to see my friend!” you plead, but silence is the only reply given to you.
>Once back outside on the street, the guards tosses you face first into a pile of mud on the side of the street. Most of the effort, though, is clearly on behalf of the higher ranked one.
>Your body gets painted in the thick mixture of rainwater, dirt, and whatever else a pony might leave on the roadside. Some of the gunk even manages to find it’s way into your mouth, and to call the taste foul fowl, lol would probably be an insult to the very concept of an understatement.
>”Now that we’ve escorted you back home, do us a favour and stay there”, the chestnut stallion says. He tops it all off by spitting at your mud-covered frame, before him and his subordinate turn around to head back to their posts.
>Slowly, you hoist yourself back up on your hoofs, but you remain standing in what’s left of the puddle that now stained your fur and feathers.
>Small beads starts to blossom in the corners of your eyes.
>It’s not fair.
>It’s. Just. Not. Fair.

>>28026110
>You had never ever done anything to deserve being treated the way you are. Never once had you approached another pony in malevolence. Never ever had you decisively walked up to another being with the intent of harming them or anypony else. Instead, that’s what others were doing to you.
>Yet you’re the one forced to shun away from other ponies; simply because of what body you were born into. And despite your efforts, non-birdbreds still purposely seek you out. They throw stuff at you, beat you up, slander you, toss you into mud, or put their effort into not associating with you altogether. Activities they believe righteous, and take pleasure in. No matter what you do, you are doing everyone else wrong, and deserve to be punished for it.
>And here you are, standing in a pool of cold mud, crying for everyone to see. Surely it must be a sight to behold for the ponies of Canterlot. A sight of entertainment, like some kind of freak show.
>Tears come pouring down your face, much like they had on that horrible night in Ponyville, slowly washing streaks of mud off of your cheeks. You start to believe that you are never going to see Anon again. Never thank him for saving your waste of a life, and never again look upon that smile that had warmed you so.
>All these emotions are welling up, only lodge themselves in your throat. Anger, sorrow, fear, hatred, loneliness, desperation, humiliation, and more, all at once. You want to scream at the world, just to get it all out. You want fly away from everything and everypony and just live in peace. And why wouldn’t you.
>As you unfold your wings to take off once and for all, soft cracks appear all over the mud that had dried on your body in the light of the sun.
>”Oh my goodness, whatever happened here!?”, a voice rings.

>>28026121
enter twilight and rarity?

>>28026121
>You recognize it immediately as the unicorn mare from the station, the loud white one.
>You open your eyes and spot her hastily trotting in your direction.
>”Are you alright, dear? Are you hurt?”
”I’m fine…”, you sigh and prepare to take off once again.
>”Come now, you’re standing here, crying in this pile of icky, with icky all over yourself! That’s not ‘fine’ by any means!”
”Well, what’s it to you?! You wanna add something? Maybe a nice black eye to go along with it all?”, you growl, almost yell at her.
>”A black eye? Why in Equestria would I ever want to do something like that to you? I simply wish to help you!”, the white mare replies.
”Oh yeah, help me how?”
>”Well, I just came from the hotel is around the corner, perhaps you’d like to come over to my room and wash up some?”, the white mare says and holds out a hoof to you.
>...is she for real? She can’t be, is she?
>You look to her face, then at her hoof, the back to her face again. She was undeniably a beautiful pony, everything about her seemingly perfectly sculpted and painted. Exactly the type of pony who you’d expect to wish for anyone of your kind to be hung on the spot. Literally. You had very good reason not to trust in someone like that.
>But here was something about her that led you to think she wasn’t trying to trick you into a noose at all. Something that made her seem trustworthy, and that made you think her generous offer actually was for real.
>You reach your muddy hooves out to hers to grab it, but she then quickly withdraws her own.
>”Sorry! I-it was just a gesture, dear! I don’t want to get that icky all over my hooves.”
>You’re not entirely sure if she refers to the mud on your hoof, or just your hoof, and you shoot her a suspicious look. The unicorn was well aware how she acted towards you, and the so her ears fall backwards.
>”Err, here, let me lead the way”, the she laughs nervously and starts walking.

>>28026194
That's all I've got so far, but there is more to come once I get around to writing it.

>>28026165
Half right

>>28026194
Also, gotta love how buggy writing a post on 4chan is on Android. Words, syllables, and backspaces jump around like motherfuckers.

Bamp

>>28026194
Hmm... blackbird pone getting the first bit of kindness she's ever gotten from another non-birb pony. Say what you will about fashion horse, she's the bearer of generosity for a reason.

>>28024654
:^)

>>28027519
Sorry, meant for >>28027224

Liquid bread does funny things to your head

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O W L E Y E S

>>28027519

A pleasure--I hope we see more of your work :)

It may be a couple of days before I can do more myself, thanks to work and some other issues. Hopefully we can keep it alive until then, fellow birdmakers.

>>28027737
Thank you. It's nice that we are a good few people who provides content for these threads right now. There's a lot of inspiration to draw from birbs, and it'd be a shame to not use it.

Birb will live forever, thread or new thread.

Bump. KEEP BIRB ALIVE.

>>28028159

We've got some truly talented content creators here. I hope we can attract more of them.

"Maggie... why do you have a hoard of gold coins all of a sudden?
>~tweet~ "I found these shinies fair and square Anon, so don't get your pants in a twist."
"Ok, but -where- did you find them?"
>"They were just lying in a pile in some old temple in the middle of the jungle."
"... You took gold coins... from a temple in the middle of the jungle..."
>"Yea. I overheard some grey-haired pegasus talking with some earth pony with a wierd accent about some treasure. Good thing I got to it first."
"..."
>later
"Yea Daring, my marefriend has it. You're gonna need a LOT of tin foil."
>-"Sometimes Anon, I think you have stranger adventures than I do."

>>28028855
>"Anon, we are ready for the outdoors traveling."
"Maggie."
>"Yes, peasant?"
"What is that?"
>"Pray tell, what ever are you refering to, Anon?"
"What the fuck are you wearing on your head?"
>"Upon our head? Why, our crown, of course!"
"That's not a crown, that's a god damn foil hat!"
>"'Tis our crown, now take us outisde, peasant!"
"You take that goddamn shit off right now, missy! I'm not going outside with you while you are wearing that!"
>"NO!! IT'S MY SHINIES! MINE! ~CAW~"

Where do you think you're heading, bread?

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>>28029733

>when you finally find laser pointers, you muse what your first use will be
>your thoughts turn to Maggie, and a very grinchlike smile appears
>you sit in your chair, and wait for maggie
>she finally comes home
>itbegins.jpg
>you turn on the laser, and Maggie instantly begins tracking the light
>"Anon... do you see a shiny... moving?"
>she never looks away
>you don't even answer, and bring the laser just out of her reach
>you see her struggling to control herself
>she finally loses the internal battle
>-CAW- "MY SHINY, GET OVER HERE!"
>you have your work cut out for you; she's faster than she lets on, especially when motivated by shinies
>you make the mistake of pointing the laser at a mirror
>it reflects at you
>ohshitwhathaveIdone.jpg
>Maggie tackles you at full speed
>she holds the laser pointer aloft
>"AHA! So -THIS- is what makes the moving shiny."
>she flies off to your room with her prize and locks the door
>again
>for once the couch was worth it

>>28030125
>Do you remember the number of breads you've eaten?

>>28030979
>put it on your dick

Trying to draw but I'm very hungover right now
Pray4birb

>>28032992
aw yiss

>>28032992
Making an offering to the Saint of Rye as we speak.

>>28033037
>>28033400
Stopped dying long enough to start working on finishing the last sketch I posted, go me I guess

buмp

>>28034053
Birb gives you strength

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>>28034053
>>28018672
Arrrrgh done

>>28034944
Yiss true

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>>28035201
fucking UNF

>>28035201
Damnit, I'd love me some grabable birb ass

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So what are the meta rules for writing bird greens?

It seems to me that it should have a lot of Jim Crow ha laws and hatred against them, and some bird related "did I mention I am birb" thing for it.

What else?

Geez, where is everyone today? It's almost like you all have better things to do

>>28036559
I avoid anything that would have me as a member.
I also stay away from places that don;t want me.
Neutral places I leave at some point since there is no reason to stay.

>>28036559
I've been prepping for college and hoping and praying that I don't fuck this up again. But you know... 'murican education system.

>>28036548
Far as I know, there are none. I personally just don't do specific namefag's characters like Amber Eyes or Sprig. Other than that, greentext to your hearts delight with a Jim Crow law world or just gypsy-esque like Amber Eye's world.

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>>28036604
Surely birb fluff is reason enough to stay tho

>>28036643
>you come home to find Peep sprawled on the sofa
>you can hear her snoring from here.
>smiling, you sit next to her and begin petting her mane
>she doesn't wake, but does grab your hand and begin nuzzling it
>since when does she have a grip this strong?
>you begin to pull your hand away when she starts cooing in her sleep
>daww
>well, you didn't have anything else to do tonight
>might as well get some sleep

>>28035201

|Skipper in socks? UNF.

>>28036604

But BIRB is never neutral.

>>28036548

There really aren't any. If you want to write greens where Birbs are rigidly ostracized from larger Pony society due to prejudice and hatred, you're free to. A few writefags seem to have done that and the result is pretty compelling drama.. You're also free to write stories where they're completely integrated, or where they're seen as weird, mysterious and strange, or suspicious but tolerated, or just....different. Or comedic, like Peep's High Priestess Peep to Anon the High Lord of Bread Hats.

>>28036643
>>28036675

Birb floof is best floof

>>28036642

Good luck, Anon.

>>28037233
So perhaps something like a birb internally carrying an infertile couple of griffon's egg, growing attached and not wanting to lose the chick?
With part of the question being what she will do given she is aware she can not be a good parent at all for it?
That if she truly loved it, she would let it be taken back by the griffons to have a long healthy life.

>>28037356

Sure, that would be the basis for a good story, if that's what you're asking.

Bampu

>>28036675
The Feel is strong with this one.

>>28036559
Work and trying to figure out how to make a massive hospital bill go away without winding up broke, starving or living in my car...okay, not BETTER, but definitely immediately pressing

>>28037356

Surrogate mommy bird pone green when?

>>28030979
Pic of birbs chasing laser pointer demands 2 b made real

>>28040545
This.
So much yes.

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the natural prey of the Birb.

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Jackie, no

>>28043463
That's one cute as fuck crow.
Give it some shinies and pet it, city crows don't even care.

>>28043700

Buddy of mine had a pet crow.

I gave him snacks. After the first time I did it, he started giving me little gifts, mostly shiny things he found. I kept the snacks coming.

Best bird ever.

>>28043742
That seems to be a common theme with crows.
Like, do they form a community and decide how many shinies to give who, based on who gave more food? Nowadays crows seem to do that payment system worldwide.

>>28043789
Anon, I need sauce on that.

>>28043832
>Source One: My memory
>Source Two: All the Birb threads.
I dunno, I just seem to see a lot of stories similar to yours about crows.

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>>28043700
>Crow
Nigga, that's a jackdaw. Hence 'Jackie'.
Don't you know your birbs?

>>28043987
>Jackdaw
From your own picture alone, nigger, you can tell it's not a jackdaw. Do you see white discoloration around the neck in the photo?

Have you ever actually seen a crow in real life, either? Do you know how large they are? Same for jackdaws, have you ever actually seen their size? A jackdaw is much smaller then what is in the photo.

>>28043987
>>28044011 (me)
Look here, fagoli.
http://www.rspb.org.uk/discoverandenjoynature/discoverandlearn/schoolswatch/schoolbirds/tellingbirdsapart/crows.aspx

You are wrong. I know birbs better then you. Admit defeat.

>>28043987
Hmm... a jackdaw pone named 'Jackie'... not quite sure how I'd depict that one since they're similar to magpies concerning attraction to shiny objects. Maybe a cousin to Maggie competing for shinies?

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>>28044073
Jackie already exists, my guy

>>28044249
oh

>>28044249

And she is adorbs.

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>>28044011
I know damn well it's a jackdaw from size, coloration, and the eyes.

>Size
Where the hell are you from if the plastic drinking cups would be that large compared to a crow?

>Feather coloration
There's no white discoloration but, because of the curve of the neck, the feathers around the neck are pushed out and reflecting additional light.
Also, Carrion crows are all black, and Hooded crows have black necks. Jackdaws have grey necks and are black on top of their heads. See reference >>28044028

>Eye
Crows have completely dark eyes, while Jackdaws have a bright grey iris (brown when they are young). See your own damn reference (>>28044028).

And finally:
I took the damn photo myself, sitting at the same table as the birb. Here's another photo of the same god damn Jackdaw from a different angle.

Sit. The fuck. Down.

>>28044484
From this new angle it looks much more jackdaw-ish. From the other photo it looks like a different birb.

>I took the damn photo myself
You can't prove that you actually took the photo. Maybe the universe was created five seconds ago, and that information just appeared into the phone.

>Sit. The fuck. Down.
I already am, m8. ^:)

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>>28044484
>>28044507
It's also a bit hard to really see on mobile.
Reporting from the insides of a metal birb.

>>28044507
Well, even when accouting for last thursdayistic beliefs, it'd still be a jackdaw depicted in both photos.

>>28044567
Then perhaps you shouldn't attempt to outbirb the very guy who came up with and designed Jackie ^(:

man, i love views from airplane windows

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>>28044604
The view may be nice, but the child kicking the back of my seat behind me is not.

>perhaps you shouldn't attempt to outbirb the very guy who came up with and designed Jackie
Oh shit. Abort, abort. Pull off. I just tried to argue with an original founder.
Sorry, mate. I'm just really passionate about my birbs.

>>28044663
>Sitting in front of a child on a plane
By Rye, I know that suffering. I feel for you, my bretheren.

No harm done. After all, everyone makes mistakes, and this was a fairl easy one to make. It's not like you mistook the Jackdaw for a Scarlet Macaw or something.

We're all together in börb. Birb is love, birb is life.

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>>28044663
Plane is nice also
I just like flying things
Also bump

>"Anon, what are you doing?"
"Building an airplane"
>"A what now?"
"Airplane. Where I came from, we had these great machines to fly like a bird pony or pegasus."
>"You're joking right?"
"For once I'm not Peep. I'm trying to remember how the two pioneers did their model and I can't quite remember the dimensions."
>"So your plan is to roll down a hill on a glorified barn door off a ramp?"
"Yup! What could go wrong?"
>one crash later
"Yea, yea, laugh it up Peep. Every failure is a lesson toward success."
>-caw- "Anon, the only thing you learned was how to scream in soprano while doing a flip."
"... It's still a lesson damnit!"

>>28046863
Actually, he could skip the whole rout of working out an airfoil and just go big and long.
Canvas and wood will glide or not based on the lift ratio, therefore he just has to tweek it until it works, then continue on that path to get himself a seat.

THough, where is he getting the engine for powered flight?

Maybe Twilight could use her come to life spell to make the prop turn, and have an idler bar to allow it to be engaged or not.

>>28046921
>working out an airfoil
>out an airfoil
>an airfoil
>airfoil
>foil

>"Shinies!!"

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more qt Sawdust when?

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>>28046931
>Birb has stolen your plane and is flying away in it.
>Not with it, in it.
>Considering your aircraft couldn't even get off the ground this morning... yeah, you're confused.
>Mostly pissed, though.
>Man, fuck magpies.

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>>28047920
Maybe tonight if I have time to draw, give me 12 hours and we'll find out

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needs more Owl Eyes

>>28050178
Truuu

Bumpo

>>28050178

there can never be enough owl pone in a birb thread. Never.

>>28051149
>*there can never be enough birb pone
ftfy

How would bird pone react to a lemuria?

Frozen in terror?
Hope secratary bird pone rescues them?
Crying in a little ball as Lemuria tries to curl around them and comfort them, only making the situation worse?

>>28051647
Lemuria the lost continent...?

>>28051783
Snake pony things.

I'm pretty sure a continent curling around you though is a good cause for alarm.

>>28051823
think you mean lamia, boi

emergency bump

>>28052517

>>28052517
>>28053152
Slow day, huh.

>>28047920
I'm home and ready to sketch some shit if you have any suggestions

Or anyone, for that matter

>>28053184
I require additional birbbutt

>>28053607
Of whom tho

>>28053681
Anon No, but seriously, how about Beady?

>>28053996
Can do, but it'll probably have to wait until after work tomorrow now, I'm about to hop into bed

>>28054036
:^(

>>28053184
I'd love to see Maggie in a nest of hoarded shinies, but it seems the other anon beat me to the punch for Beady.

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Time for bumps.

>>28055527
Is it that time already?

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>>28056380
It is

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>>28056953
sshhh, don't wake the birb

>>28057503
now we wake the birb up

>>28058006
worst dawn chorus ever

>>28058117
For some reason I'm now imagining a rooster who likes to play mlg airhorns instead of crowing.

>>28058142
DJ Cock

>>28057503
write birb a nice letter with a coupon for free fries

>>28058908
Nothing like a fry-delivery.

Bumpu

>>28058142

>Be Anon.
>Be Anon, who REALLY likes to sleep in and hates dawn/
>Unfortunately, your new neighbor is a bird-pone, who goes by the name of DJ Cock
>You have no idea when, or even IF, he sleeps. Only that he's up at all hours of the day and night
>And...he's taken it upon himself to wake the entire neighborhood
>Once again, your dreamless sleep is broken by the sound of sound of horns
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5M4XG6R8N0
>You accidentally slam your head on the overhead shelf when you jerk awake
>Then you trip over your own shoes as you try to stumble out of bed.
>You know it's Thursday. He always plays that particular song on Thursday.
>Bleeding and cursing, you stumble to the window and throw it open. he sees you and waves.
>"AAAAAAAAY, ANON!" he yells.
>He barely dodges the lamp you peg at his head.
>"Hey, nice! Your aim is improving!" he yells back. "You ready to take me up on that handball invitation?"
>You slam the window closed. Fucking bird ponies, man...
>Yesterday it was

>>28060185
I should probably have went with "hoofball" instead of handball.

Fuck it, I don't care.

>>28060185
>>28060319
>I know people who do shit like this
Feel the pain

Whoa this is still going on? Cool. I might draw up more Beady in the future if you guys would like that; Expand on her more and stuff. I didn't really draw her after the original threads died.
Nor did I really design more bird ponies. I realized that my designs became sort of a clusterfuck because I wanted to make them more bird colored and less pony... Some past anons made that clear to me with their displeasure of my work, heh.

>>28060651
Beady yiss
I was also going to draw some Beady later as per anon

>>28060701
Well as her uh... Creator is such a weird word. So is designer...
Guardian? Yeah that. As her Guardianon, I can't wait to see more of her from others. I wish I kept with her.

>>28060733
Well we can hardly let such a qt birb go undrawn

>>28060651
BIRB is eternal!

>>28060733
It's never to late to pick up birb again. I'd love for you to draw her some more and develop on her character!

>>28060733
>>28060892 is right. To be pretty honest, now that the Birb threads are back this is the first time I've been drawing consistently since the last time the threads were around

>>28060926

I'm fucking amazed that they've survived for as long as they have this time around. They start appearing again after god alone knows how long and suddenly content creators and writefags start pouring out of nowhere.

It's fucking beautiful.

bamp

>>28060962
Let's hope we can keep the race going. I'm confident there's still a lot we can do with birbpones if content creators get the motivation to work their magic.

bampin' again

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>>28053996
This is what I have for now, sketchy as it is. Will probably try and finish later. After that will move on to>>28054778
because that sounds qt as heck

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>>28062467
See pic.
If it's not too late, perhaps you could give the tail a bit more volume?

>>28062537
Will do when I go over with lines and shit, my man

>>28062563
You're the most negro of niggas, mah nigga.

where did all the green guys go?
i swear there were like 4 stories going on here

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>>28051149
Agreed

save from 10

>>28064139
I need those organs

>>28063183
Blackbird story is on a short break while I finish up some important stuff, but will continue sometime in the next couple of days.

>>28064139
Beady as major tsundere. I love it!
more, please?

Bump from work

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Owls are still up

>>28067685
Of course they are.

Silly birb thread, what are you doing on page 9

>>28068496
Looking for millet

So what group of songbirds could give the ponytones a run for their money? Parakeet? Goldfinch?

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>>28069804
This was something I played around with last time, I went with the Canada Warbler, tho it was mostly because of colours to be honest

page 9

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>>28034168
Quack!

>>28070415
So if a pegasus goes swimming, do they look like a bird pone ducks or more akin to penguins with arms?

How would the two groups feel about each other being in the same lake?

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>>28070438

>>28070464
She's lucky that's a duck. If that was a swan, she'd be missing her head in a couple of seconds.
Those fuckers can be worse than geese, but at the very least they usually are fine with those that keep their distance.

>>28066324
>>28064139
I don't think I even have that picture still, thanks for the anon who posted it! I usually delete my pictures after I put them on my DB but somethings a few of them slipthrough.
I will mention, while I'm here, that Beady is less Tsundere or Yandere and just enjoys the biology of creatures; especially their innards. She doesn't really like other living things and it takes a lot of work to befriend her, if you cna get past her creepy obsession at least.
I remember mentioning a while ago that she usually stored stuff in jars and would display them. They were usually from the small critters she ate.

Uhhh, any other questions while I'm floating around?

>>28070672
What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow pone?

>>28070876
I suppose it depends on the species and weight!

>>28070876
about 24 miles per hour

>>28070672
Another fact on Beady: she has the barn owl's ability to fly almost silently, and because of this, she'll occasionally just appear next to you without warning

>>28071206
Is she also almost entirely fluff like a Barn Owl?
Like, if you put your hand on her back would you sink all the way down to your elbow?

>>28071206
Huh? I mean I know she's silent but Beady isn't the type to just sneak up on people/ponies; Cause y'know, she's not a huge fan of em. She's the recluse type and only goes out to gather craft things and to hunt. She'd never hurt another pony though. Most taxidermy she collects died naturally.
>>28071238
Guardianon here. Because it's still technically a pelt (from what I've gathered) the fluffiest part of her would most likely be her neck. I can't guarantee your hand will just sink in there though.

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>>28062584
>>28062467
All done
Gonna do Maggie's shinies horde next

>>28072314
Yes. Yes I do.
Those birbbuns are currently not grabbed by my hands, and this is a problem.

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>>28072314
aw yiss, keep doing what you're doing you glorious bastard you

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>>28026204
I SUMMON YOU BACK FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL, WRITEFAG. WITH THE POWER OF MY WIZARD STATUS, I COMMAND YOU TO LIVE ONCE MORE.

>>28073954
see >>28066324


what it means is i'll start writing the continuation tomorrow, and then post once i've got adecent amount to push

>>28072314
>Gonna do Maggie' horde next
>Maggies horde
>horde

"Maggie, I get that you love shiny objects, but Twilight is NOT going to animate them to follow you around or get more shinies for you."
>"THE SHINIES WILL NEVER BE SLAVES!"

Couldn't resist...

>>28072314
You're doing God's work, birdmaker.