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Bump For Ziri !

>>28728574
he left us without saying a word, very sad. i still hope he comes back

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>>28728592
Yes... but we have to keep hope

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Bump !

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Sad bump

haev a bemp

>>28732738
thx

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Milanesa bump.

Te extrañamos hermano

ZIRI COME BACK

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>>28735606

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Does anyone have Ziri's Skype/Discord and maybe contact him there? See if he is doing OK or something?

He was never very chatty unless he had first given us an update but I remember him saying he played League so surely he uses some voice chat

I dom't mind waiting since his stuff is phenomenal but I'd love to know if hes alive and well, maybe even get a chance to talk

>>28738145
I don't remember him posting anything to contact him. He's probably dealing with some very important shit, he didn't sound like a guy who would just drop a project.

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>>28735606

Bumping because I followed this thread, too

bump before bed

French bump... waking up

Bamp

Back on page one... Waiting for Ziri !

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These threads are super cozy, would not mind having a place to wait for Ziri.

Bumparoo

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Bamp

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So where do you guys think Ziri is now?

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Bahamas... solding the salt of our tears et became a billionair.

Will he ever come back?

bumpan

>>28756151

no, he ded :(

ded bump

>>28755859
>>28756105
>>28756151
>>28757710
Considering the fact that he lives in Argentina he might have been stabbed, shot, raped, kidnapped, or murdered
I just hope he is still alive and his negro hands still work so he can write more godtier green

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>>28758970
I hope he's alright. I miss him so much.

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>>28761099

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>>28763991
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>>28765105

>>28747215
>These threads are super cozy
Please get the fuck out? Please? There's no reason to continually bump a thread with nothing in it. I'd rather have a general take the spot of this thread if all you're going to do is bump it and ask where ziri is.

>But muh comfy thread
You comfy fags are absolutely cancer

>>28766710

I'd be totally fine with fucking off if we got an answer one way or another from our Lord and Savior Ziri.

>>28767452
This
also 10

ZIRI COME HOME

I need to know what happens at the Golden Frontier...
And with Geist...
And with Silver...
And with Lumen...

Come home Ziri
We are forever yours

bamperino

Holy shit just die already.

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>>28771208
No, h-he will be back...P9b

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>>28771208
No can do.

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Night-insurance Bump

Man, I don't even remember what the green was about.

>>28776809

>>28777361
Anon in PonyLand, has gun. dies, comes back as flesh golem with magic gun, Him and twilight go on adventure to stop evil griffon.

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We didn't even get to see them become truly intimate. Not even a kiss

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>>28778506
I know anon, it hurts because they were starting to warm to eachother again before Ziri left.

>pic related
>one day anon,
>one day

>>28778990
Am i the only one who would love for them to stay very close friends? With cuddling and slightly romantic evenings but never crossing the line into intimacy?

Also, I remember Ziri saying something about furthering their relationship once they arrive to the city, in whatever way that may be
get hyped even though he is MIA

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>>28781994

Hermano Bumps & co

crump

>>28781177
Cute

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Hey guys, I think he's not coming back. Can you stop taking up a spot on the catalog? Either write a story yourself or stop bumping this thread.

There's no reason to have a thread with 82 replies, 50 percent of them being wordless images or the word "bump" or the page number you bumped it from.

Like seriously, you don't think he'd make a new thread? What do you think you're accomplishing here besides bumping a dead writefag thread?

>>28787190
i just wish he would see this thread

>>28787064

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>>28787190
We love him.

>>28787190
Surprising to see someone around here ask politely.

It's only a single slot in the mass catalog of threads, so I'm not seeing too big a deal if this stays up at least a few more days, as doubtful as it is that the author will return.

>>28789263

I'm not giving up hope.
I believe in Ziri!

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I've left you all alone, missed the new EG movie, almost the entire season, countless threads.
So many beautiful things.

Suppose an explanation is in order, you guys certainly deserve one, but I always put the content before my worthless ramblings about life.
So go grab something to drink, maybe some coffee like I just did (7 am in rainy Buenos Aires), sit back, and let me spin you some yarn.

Last time we left off at http://pastebin.com/aE6apmev
Feel free to reread that, get a recap of what happened before this update, and enjoy something slow to pull you back into this tale.

This is Zirivak with Hunter Anon: Silver Wings, coming back at you in a thread near you.

>>28792873
>The air is chilling as it travels down your windpipe in protracted inhales; the grass cushions your aching body only enough to make you long for the inn’s bed and the softness of Twilight’s fur.
>You inspect your teeth with your tongue, tasting blood but finding them in an average health.
>Until you notice the sizzling sound of the grass and the still glowing sword, and you stumble over your words calling out the flames before their will extends any further across the field.
>Shining watches the whole interaction with intrigue.
>”Enchantments. That’s very resourceful of you.”
>Long minutes pass with you laying in place and the captain keeping you company with light, often one sided comments as he unsuccessfully tries to start a conversation which you are, at least for the moment, uninterested in having.
>Much of what he says you ignore, the rest comes in in broken syllables that you slip through your fingers, but you catch wind of his claims regarding your kin’s frailty and lack of endurance, mocking you by claiming that he has met mares who could have taken a much harder hit than you.
>You stare at him, ready to argue that you species make up for such deficiencies by having other traits, when a different gleam to his eyes triggers the question.
“What was the point of all this?”
>The reason behind it had lingered inside of you but it needed a confirmation, undisputed evidence to it, and the stallion was sure to provide.
>He searches the crowd for something and speaks.
>”It was about trust, and duty. Princess Luna does not trust you. She sees something in you that forces her to feel that way and had asked me to come get Twilight out of this place, or at the very least away from you, and after what had happened in the Everfree I had every reason to do so.”
>His gaze falls on you and its weight is undeniable.
>”I blamed you for it, part of me still does, but she doesn’t and I needed to know for sure just who you were.

>>28792877
>”A fight isn’t really the way to settle things, but for stallions of the guard it builds character and it displays more than just their discipline and skill. It puts their spirit to bear, and their emotions blend into each strike.
>”I see that you were capable of killing me, or at least harm me, from the moment we began, and still you refused to do it, trusting your blade and amateur fencing to carry you through the duel. I was surprised when my sword connected with your leg since it had never been my intention to harm you beyond a few scrapes and bruises, and you were smart enough to take advantage of my reaction. It was a shame that you hadn’t considered the fact that a hilt might still be a reliable weapon and that you weren’t able to finish the fight without having to destroy my sword.
>”All things considered, you are more capable than what I thought you’d be, or at the very least more resourceful. I’ll have to lend you a hoof to get in shape though, the gryphon is not to be taken lightly and you need to improve your technique. He’ll chew you up in a second if you face him in close combat.”
>You feel the conversation progress in an almost dreamlike fashion, with Shining’s words merging with one another and his message is lost to you like the voice of someone underwater.
>Swallowing hard, tasting blood, you blunder out what you would have told him the moment you awoke in Canterlot if you had had the chance, as if speaking of some sin which you are only now brave enough to confess.
“I never wanted her to get hurt.”
>Shining stops and looks at the crowd, running your words through his head.
>Perhaps he is looking for some hidden meaning in them, or perhaps he regrets having forced you into aggression.
>”It’s too late to say that, but I appreciate it nonetheless. I’m sure it wasn’t your fault.”
>He smiles, an honest gesture of friendship.
>”Do you like cider?”

>>28792880
>The question doesn’t hit you for a couple of seconds and you turn to look at him to make sure that you heard him right.
>When you realize that he had indeed asked what you had thought you laugh gruffly, genuinely, and then catch sight of Twilight, dashing towards you two with a queer look.
>Shining Armor waves and calls out to her jovially, as if he were spotting her over a crown in Canterlot on a casual, sunny afternoon, but when she walks up to him, she stomps her hooves and her expression reflects her indignity with glaring clarity.
>For the first time since you’ve met him, he looks utterly vulnerable.
>”Hey sis, let me explain. There’s no need to-“
>She shushes him with the fire in her eyes.
>Shining can only take a step back before she begins her assault.
>”You two are the most irresponsible, foalish, brutish bunch I have ever met!”
>He gulps frightfully and her angry tone causes him to take another step while you are forced to remain where you are, waiting for either her punishment or her remedy, whatever might come first.
>”I told you that I trusted him! He has been a good friend to me and has cared for me greatly! There was no need for you to get into such a pointless brawl!”
>”Twily, I-“
>”I don’t want to hear it!”
>He doesn’t say another word and once she is certain that he is at her mercy, she turns towards you.
>”And you.”
>Now a feeling of dread takes over you, not as it had been before the Grotesque or the Hydra, with your life on the precipice, but one less tangible and seemingly grounded in the form of a delicate mare who now looks very exacerbated.
>Just like Shining, you gulp and beg for the ground to swallow you, or for the mercy of blacking out, both of which have apparently become a far too impossible outcome as her eyes hold you still.
>Her nostrils flare out as she bring her muzzle uncomfortably close to your face with not a sliver of physical attraction or leer in it.

>>28792884
>Her face is red and reminds you of dragons, which takes away any femininity and allure that it would otherwise have.
>”Why did you accept? Why didn’t you just let us discuss the issue instead of indulging him? You even went as far as to use your weapon! Even in Equestria, they heard it! Did you stop to think what would happen if your aim was off?! If you had actually hit him with it?!”
>Each breath she takes is hot and makes your lungs feel blistered from the inside.
>She chews you two up for quite some time, reprimanding both of you in equal measure and disdain.
>No one dares interrupt her and no one comes to your rescue, although everyone has taken to watch even as they return to what would be their expected tasks.
>The minotaurs keep to their posts, refusing to grant a safe haven for the pony guards who are both embarrassed and frightened by the act of royal vexation.
>Those from the caravan pass through the gate undisturbed and without a glance from its protectors and disappear into the streets, making their way to merchants with which they do business and who had been awaiting a new shipment of all sorts of Equestrian goods and, in the case of a certain blacksmith, a crate filled with some generous import of Las Pegasus tobacco.
>It isn’t until Twilight is done, mouth dry and a little out of breath, that you dare move, effectively sitting up straight, despite a thorough aching and a spell of dizziness.
>You speak and, as if your thoughts were connected for the briefest of moments or because he could read your actions and knew what you were about to say, Shining’s voice echoes yours.
“We’re sorry.”
>She composes herself and runs a hoof down her muzzle before doing that famous old relaxation technique that Cadence had taught her.
>The bleeding of your lip and the inside of your mouth has stopped, and there are only long, blurred stains on your skin to remind anyone of it.

>>28792886
>It seems to trouble her and prompts her to move on.
>”Are you two done with all of this? Can we get back to saving Equestria?”
>Shameful silence and nodding gives her the answer she wanted, and with a flick of her tail she leaves in the direction of the town.
>”Let’s go explain everything to the chief before he kicks us out of town and prevents us from having some decent lunch.”
>Look at you from the corner of her eye she then adds.
>”I’ll patch you up afterwards. Maybe that way you’ll think twice about fighting.”
>You really wish she would offer you some healing magic instead of more harshness, but the pain does not go beyond stinging of bruises and shallow cuts that you eventually manage to walk off.
>At the gates, Twilight vouches for Shining and his ponies, and clarifies what their intentions are.
>The guards accept the explanation but allow only for the passage of the Captain so that he may have a word with the chief, which the stallion politely agrees to, aware of the vigilant looks of the minotaur that addresses him.
>The party of three get to the tent without delay and discuss the next course of action now that Geist pseudo-prophecy has come to pass.
>Understandably, the elephant feels insulted and betrayed at the sight of armed ponies at his doorstep, especially after offering such substantial help to the Princess.
>Twilight quickly diffuses the situation, claiming it to be the consequence of a miscommunication between one of the Princesses and the guard, and that none of them meant to worry the people of the West, but instead coming only in search of a royal pony they thought had gone missing.
>Shining Armor elaborates further, although his insight is dismissed as tedious by the old elephant who is now satisfied in enough measure to conclude that the parade of embarrassed and worried visitors is honest in its claims.

>>28792888
>Inwardly he reminds himself that Equestrians are hardly ever malicious in their intents.
>Once his heart is settled he comments, rather crudely, about your worn state.
>You don’t offer him an entertaining answer and so he ignores the subject altogether.
>With his blessing and a last gesture of generosity in the form of bags of food and a couple more skins of water to be requested at the inn, he bides you safe passage out of his town and deeper into the West, though not without first giving a careful description of the road that you must travel and advising you to avoid fellow travelers, emphasizing those that traveled either alone or accompanied by an animal.
>When prodded about it he explained he was referring to the renowned monster hunters, but refused to say anything more.
>The conversation done and your time in Stripped Tusks at an end, you three bow before the old creature before leaving him to the shifting shadows of his fire pits and the brooding colors of his expression.
>He sees on your backs the signs of troubled times, of scorching days that bleed into freezing nights, all of it full of hardship and pain.
>On too many occasions has he witnessed heroes and heroines go off to fulfill their destinies, and he had grown a habit of being keenly aware of the tumultuous winds that they either chased or that followed in their wake.
>For each champion that holds the weight of the world there is an equally powerful darkness that they must challenge, and the chief has long ago changed the narrow views of hero worship for those of what he knows is cynicism and pessimism.
>He has convinced himself that the scars he wears on his coat are there to remind him of that and make sure he never overcomes the memory of those times of adversity.
>If fate is kind and the letter he sent to the Council reaches them in time, then the gryphon will fall quietly, with only his blood to be spilled.

>>28792894
>But far too often, caught in the burning middle ground between righteous deeds and acts of evil, the innocent and unfortunate are forced to suffer.
>In what he would later remember to as a brief slip into weakness and a faltering will, he sends a short prayer, first to the Goddess and then to whatever powers might hear him, begging that this brewing storm does not catch the fair people and that nothing comes out of these outsiders’ wild hunt for magic.
>He prays that the lights in the sky did not signal an approaching calamity and that the world need not withstand another era of rage brought about by a long-forgotten being, like the one his parents suffered under merciless Ohr, 500 years ago.
>All this eventually leads him to meditate and begin a careful examination of the Goddess’s legend, searching for any detail that he might have missed and that might hint as to the nature and fate of the interloping gryphon.
>The story is an old one, amongst the oldest of the western lands, and by time it has become perfectly intertwined with each other piece of folklore.
>Every tribe has had a part to play in the Goddess’s journey, in her rise to glory, each of them converging upon her great city, crossing through the archways that would later come to wear their names.
>Gryphons, most likely because of the fabled one’s affinity to them, have always had been held with a certain level of exaggerated respect, and their feather, depending on their color, were seen as signs of who they truly were.
>The dark ones, unjustifiable connected with the massacre of Verenheights, misbegotten bringers of doom; crimson or gold, representing valor, inner strengths, the glorious feats of Blaze forever linked to them; blue or green, of emotion and passion, artists and dreamers.

>>28792898
>Then there are the white ones, those with shining destinies that are to be fulfilled, them who are sought out in times of need, regardless of their worth.
>But time had never gifted the West with another one of silvery shine.
>That was solely reserved for the awakened Lonely King, he who has transcended time to reunite with his one true love.
>Yet such a conclusion is devoid of comfort.
>The gryphon that had stood before him and asked for the tower is not crowned Blaze, awake and full of vigor, nor the child of shadows, the one who guards the Goddess’s secrets so close to his heart, and neither the Guardian, sentinel who had relinquished his true form after saving his creator and the city of gold.
>This one is a stranger, brought here by perilous causality instead of prophecy, and his unforeseen coming unravels the fable.
>He can see this plainly, unbiased by religion or devotion, but he fears that the others will be shackled by their beliefs, become instruments of tragedy and conspiracies born in distant lands.
>So the elephant ponders and wonders, watching the flames, and in his heart he drafts another letter, not to those that rule the capital but to a master of bow and spear, one to which he advices to gather forces and march to the heart of the West.
>He never sends such a letter and, months later when news of the city and Vaults reach him, he will sulk, question if his inaction had been indirectly responsible for it, and more scars will decorate his flesh.

>>28792902
… (cut should go before the new post, silly me)

>The three of you walk into the inn, asking Daisy for one last meal while , much to her disappointment at seeing her new two favorite customers leaving and with them, the memorable days full of things both extraordinary and entertaining.
>When approached on the subject of keeping some of your discarded belonging she waves a hoof at the princess’s overly humble attitude, reassuring her that she will do so without charge and with the watchfulness that she would put to anything of her own.
>Each of you rise a glass in toast (two of juice, two of alcohol) and wish for good fortune and safe roads, leaving with bittersweet cheerfulness.
>Daisy is dispirited to hear that there is no telling when you’ll pass through the town again, but allows herself some amusement in giving a flirtatious wink to the pony in immaculate armor, saying she will be eager to have him spend a night or two under her roof.
>Shining is clearly upset by this, troubled as to how to word the fact that he is happily married, not out of any ill-conceived notion that his heart is suddenly not fully dedicated to Cadence but rather his interest in turning the innkeeper down without causing her much distraught, all of which causes the ludicrous zebra visible delight and audible laughter.
>Beyond the walls the pony guards are found resting lazily, chatting away with each other, a couple of them engaged with their counterparts at the gates.
>Explaining the group’s new orders and direction is simple enough, and you are about to set off when a female voice calls out to you from the distance.
>”Sir Anon! Lady Princess! Wait up!”
>Running towards you while her family and their cart march steadily out of the town is Cinnamon Heart, mane flying behind her.

>>28792904
>The cart’s pullers show no signs of strain or interest in quickening their pace, same with Cinnamon’s parents and the others that constitute the caravan, including the curious addition of the three nervous bison you recognize from the inn.
>Twilight welcomes her with a smile, as do you.
>”Hey Cinnamon. Did you need anything?”
>”Yes!”
>She closes her mouth suddenly with her hooves, controlling her outburst.
>”Sorry. Yes, princess.”
>Twilight shakes her head, her smile steadfast.
>”My parents and I have to go further west, to Lumenaria and then north, to the cave city of Cyraalun. Are you two going that way? Would you mind traveling together?”
>The princess shares a look of confusion with you, the unfamiliar names a fog in her mind.
>”Are any of those places close to The Golden Frontier?”
>Now it’s the other mare’s to show bafflement.
>”The Golden Frontier? Where did you hear that old name? It hasn’t been used for centuries. Everypony knows it as Lumenaria now, from here to beyond the sacred mountain. You should update your maps once you get back to Equestria.”
>One of the guards brings out a rather rustic yet royally sanctioned map that the party had procured from the Crystal Empire library, amongst the only places where one could be found, and after a quick examination of it turns out no settlement has been marked (it provides instead what seems to be just a detailed topography of the land), Twilight takes it upon herself to make all necessary additions with the help of the friendly mare, at the back of her mind she questions how such a map could have been available a thousand years ago.
>A wordless conjuration and the sharp, lightning movement of a quill names all the cities and small towns.
>Lumenaria, Cyraalun, Argath, Stripped Tusks, Bon Dunas, Gora, Edimus, South Winds and North Winds, Frostcall, and a couple points of interest such as known inns across the Big Western Highway.

>>28792908
>She begs the princess to mark certain areas as “avoid at all costs” or “request monster hunter passage”, amongst which are Ohragin, the Plains of Galathia, and Whitestar’s Road, a mountain range, almost to the southernmost edge of the land.
>She doesn’t explain why she has done so and you two don’t ask, but these land is wild and free and the answer seems obvious.
>Cinnamon speaks on a light note.
>”Golden Frontier was a symbolic title used back in the times when the Goddess lived there and the nomads journeyed to find her in search of permanent homes and protection. The city didn’t get its true name until almost two hundred years after the Goddess departed and the migrations ended, but I haven’t heard anypony calling it like that outside of legend and ancient lore.”
>Twilight brings her head close and commends the mare on her knowledge on these lands.
>”Well, its great to have somepony to give us a hoof. Just how much do you know about the West?”
>Cinnamon beams with enthusiasm at the thought of helping the princess, her eyes shining with pride and determination.
>”Don’t look any further Lady Princess. I am your mare when it comes to all things from beyond the borders of Equestria. I know every town, every inn, every important landmark, and every safe route from the Border to the fortress of Argal!”
>Then adds with a more sheepish tone.
>”Although I have not been to the fabled bastion of the monster hunters, but I still know everything about it.”
>Twilight giggles and looks to the caravan as it nears.
>Golden Cinnamon stands by his daughter and pushes her close in a hug.
>”Did she bring you our proposal?”
>”We’d be delighted to have you come with us. I would certainly feel better with a seasoned caravan guiding us.”
>”And about that other business?”
>Twilight expresses her ignorance on the subject.
>”You didn’t tell them about those three?”
>Cinnamon Heart pouts and looks away.

>>28792910
>”I was about to.”
>You interject.
“What’s this about?”
>The stallion, with a motion of his head, points to the three bison.
>”Those three are employees of one of the great merchant barons of the West. Belmon is his name. Charming one, if you ignore his greed, irritability, and total lack of actual charm. Which is to say he is not pleasant. At all. We don’t answer to him, which I am always grateful for.
>”Anyways, they are rather spooked by your appearance, not to mention that tale of you killing a whole pack of timberwolves by yourself. They wanted to have a word with you but when thinking that your destination and that of my caravan might coincide, well, they just had to approach us and beg that we ask you for help.”
>You cross your arms, resting one of your palms on the butt of the revolver as you scrutinize the bison in question.
“Do you know what kind of help they need?”
>Cinnamon Heart nods.
>”They came across some trouble in one of the branching roads of the Big Western Highway, left their cart behind after trying to escape from a lost manticore and would like you to retrieve it for them, surely along with any cargo they might have had.”
>You do not take your eyes off of them, studying with the same severity of an owl hunting its night meal.
>None of the three lift their gazes to meet yours, fidgeting and hiding their hooves, something that would normally make you hesitant and distrusting enough to refuse them.
>Reminding yourself that the peoples of this world are not as two-faced as your own kind and that it would be in the interest of harmony and friendship to lend them a hand, you settle your heart and consider the task.
>Part of you is thrilled of the prospect of facing a manticore, both for the challenge and the experience of meeting one of this world’s magical creatures.

>>28792915
>The danger that accompanies such a thing should be clear but remembering the events of the pilot episode you can’t help thinking that the cowardly bison sacrificed their wares for nothing and should have instead stood up against the beast.
>You nod, brave and certain.
“I’ll handle it.”
>Twilight and Shining Armor voice their concern to running across such a dangerous beast, but you tell them that it is misplaced and you wave it off as you ask the princess when she might be offering some healing.
>Her frown makes it clear that it is still too early for it.
>”They’ll sure be thankful for it. Might be some reward if they get to bring the goods to their boss, but that depends on whether there’s anything left.”
>You hope that there will be, even though you’ve had almost no use for money since you arrived.
“Do you have any other business to attend to?”
>Golden goes over a mental checklist as he turns to his wife, who answers the question by shaking her head.
>”We are ready. You?”
>One look at Twilight, her scarf waving, and you know that you needn’t ask.
>Two weeks by hoof, four days by wing.

…

>>28792920
>He approaches his lord with some trepidation.
>Fear does not keep him from calling out, but rather a sense of respect for the other’s need of space and silence.
>It is in these moments when he sits alone, head filled with reflections and unknown meditations, that he should be able to enjoy only the company of his own thoughts, knowing that there will be nothing to interrupt him.
>Silver is an inspiration, a paragon of gryphon values and what it is to strive for greatness, to endure adversity and stand strong, no matter the foe, be it strange or familiar, outsider or clan.
>They had all forsaken their homes and families, some of them had even been forced to turn up arms against their own blood and sever ties in ways that went beyond the metaphorical, but it had been their lord who had sacrificed the most for a people that had abandoned him, and a kingdom that had betrayed him.
>The memory of The Night of Hidden Talons is still fresh in every gryphon’s mind, still bleeding, getting infected, and turning everything it touches into black, worm-filled, decay.
>Five months and there was no overcoming the losses, no numbing the scars that itched when one was at the edge of sleep.
>He stepped cautiously out of the shadows and found the lord comfortably on a rock that overlooks the quiet valley the preludes the mountains that stand like a crown of stone and snow.
>A careful eye can spot the final passes of the gliding evening birds over dark canopies and see the unmarked ways of silent ravines.
>They’ll travel them soon.
>”Who are you?”
>The Lord’s senses are acute, shaped over a lifetime of training; there was never any hope of avoiding his attention, only an innocent wish for him to ignore the intrusion.
>”Girian, my lord.”
>Silver unfolds a wing, inviting his comrade to join him on the rock.

>>28792926
>He goes without a second thought and together they see the first lights of the day shine upon the eastern side of the white peaks as it colors them gold.
>The lord remains silent, he does not address his fellow gryphon nor do his eyes lose their glazed introspection.
>He remains as he was, distant and in touch with his memories.
>His warrior asks, beaten by his temptation.
>”Was it true what you claimed at the tower? Of hurting the alicorn and killing the hunter?”
>Silver answers with barely any consideration, his thoughts shaping words before he can consider them.
>”I wanted a trial by combat and his throat open to the skies. For that thing to scream our brother’s name as it died by my claws. But he was with royalty, a newly crowned princess, and I have no desire to go to war with Equestria. If fortune is kind I will not see the hunter again. We all know I will not stand for the death of any of you.”
>”While we were beating him, while I held him inside, I just couldn’t stop thinking it. It would have taken a second and he would be dead. Gone like Firewing. I wanted to do it, needed to.”
>”The urge is natural, as is our grief. But it is I who was at fault. I harmed the pony quite deeply. I should have done that.”
>”Will we fight them again once our mission here is done?”
>”I hope not.”
>The warrior understands and does not ask for more, his real worries close to his heart and difficult to reach.
>If he realizes his unease, Silver does not comment on it, and the two are quiet for long minutes.
>The morning songs of nature test the resolve of their silent comfort and the warrior is the first to break it with another question.
>”Is it really wise to change course for a weapon mentioned in the diary? Should we not rush to those Vaults?”
>Silver exhales and inhales, two drawn out actions that he does with shallow awareness as he remembers the prison and the riot.

>>28792929
>The taste of blood saturates his senses as he questions what would have been of this quest had he been successful the first time he had tried to cross Equestria.
>It had all been prepared against him.
>Correspondences and murders, lies and daggers scattered around his beloved city.
>Curiously, he gets the urge to reach out to Princess Celestia and confess to her not only what he had done but everything that he was certain she was unaware of, but reason returns and he knows she would never approve.
>Not after what he did to the purple princess.
>Another dungeon would become his home if he flapped his wings within the equestrian capital.
>He then registers that his brother-in-arms had spoken and his head is slow to process exactly what he had enquired.
>”The warden of the Spire showed me a vision, of what was written and of what lies out of our sight. What we are looking for is not a weapon, but a protector. It will aid us. Serve us. We are on the right path.”
>Silver had shared the wisdom of the diary with his followers not only during their many days traveling together, but during their imprisonment, for he had somehow retained everything that it held in unnatural detail.
>Even after the diary was taken from him, after he had stained himself with the horrors of those halls, the words would not leave, seared into his soul as they were.
>During their nights of hunger and hopelessness beneath the king’s castle he had recited the life of ancestral Blaze as if he were reading it from the dank walls of his cell under the warm, lambent light of a candle.
>He would speak of how the old gryphon’s talons trembled when they wrote of his pain and that of his companion; how he has shared thoughts private and emotional to everyone who might stumble upon the old piece.

>>28792935
>Twice he had mentioned how he could tell that fabled Lumen had been by the writer’s side just by the change of narration of some fortuitous events, how she played with his fur with the tip of her hoof, how her scent hypnotized him.
>Some questioned his sanity, venturing to guess that diary was cursed and had placed its malediction upon the lord, but still they all clang to his voice during those trying nights that still hang so close.
>None doubted him when his sword shone with unknown magic, when he spread his wings and released them from the abyss, nor did they refuse him when he ordered them to scavenge the decayed Castle of the Two Sisters in search of maps or directions to the mythical Spire that would lead them to glory.
>The warrior peers into his face, looking for the thoughts that expression unconsciously hints at, finding instead the brewing distress of their flight as it echoes inside him from some earlier, half-remembered conversations.
>It has been in every gryphon’s mind.
>A long journey, ripe with strange sights and stranger creatures, and all along it the Nightmare that lingers to their lord’s feathers like ink, dripping madness in its wake.
>None have spoken about it, none dare to.
>The warrior asks a third question.
>”Where are you, right now?”

…

>>28792940
>”Places.”
>The two of them step back, returning to their initial formation, mock blades full of splinters and cracks tightly in their grasp.
>Both gryphons have been subjected to the fury of the other, forced to withstand the heat of the day and the hard strikes of each other, and when the high lord spoke they knew that their fight wasn’t over yet.
>A cut on Silver’s forehead has left him temporarily blind on his right eye due to the profuse yet harmless bleeding.
>He knows that it is nothing he can’t put up with, and it adds to the thrill of the battle.
>His challenger, a stalwart gryphon of a golden coat and light blue feathers is in worse condition, with shallow cuts and light bruises all over his body, barely standing as exhaustion presses around his muscles.
>This fights allowed both of them a chance to improve, one in his road to perfecting the art, the other to learn of endurance and overcome his weaknesses.
>They know who they are and what is expected of them, and yet it is only Silver who gets the sour feeling that he had underestimated the consequences of his performance.
>It had been a mistake to allow his opponent to reach out and land a strike on his head, even if it hurt his pride more than his flesh, not because it put him at a slight disadvantage in terms of visibility, which was in turn his own way of pushing his abilities forwards, but rather for it would be seen as a disappointment to the High Lord who oversees the training session.
>He could already hear him at the table, with that condescension so typical of a master and the insight of one who watches the battle unfold from the placid height of an alcove.
>They would speak barely a meter away from each other and it would still be as if he stared at him from up high.
>Silver knows that the high lord will ultimately be right in his judgment, and it makes the prospect of listening to him all the less appealing.

>>28792944
>The other, an esteemed member of the guard who had been spotted as apt for a promotion and thus given some personal training by the generous high lord, had been commanded to not only do his very best to defeat who he knew was not only a lord of gryphons but a friend with whom he’d shared many drinks.
>So far his attempts had been admirable in their unsuccessfulness, and he had managed to almost land a decisive blow to Silver’s head when the opportunity presented itself, even if such a chance had been gifted rather than earned.
>It was always a delight to see that two warriors could stand on the training grounds and fight with all their might, lashing out not with anger but with discipline, and aware that their actions would strengthen their wills rather than fester grudges.
>Members of the gryphon royalty had been setting aside such practices for quite a long time now, but Silver’s family had always remained close to it and their bonds with the guard were said to run deep.
>They prepare in their spots, ready for another dash and another meeting of their blades at the center of the field, both wondering if their weapons will be able to withstand it, yet the seconds tick by with no order from their overseer to continue and they grow anxious, fluttering their wings and tensing their muscles in anticipation.
>Their hearts are at their throats, fur itching for some release from this expectancy.
>It tires them, more than some of the exchanges that they have had, and time crawls as they wait.
>When it comes, it is not as they had been expecting.
>”The duel is over. Throw your sword, lord.”
>His title is spewed out, as if spit on his face.
>The young guard looks up to the high lord in confusion and no small amount of disbelief, certain that if they were forced to collide again he would be bested.

>>28792948
>There has to be something more to it, or so he wants to believe, but a glance at his opponent is enough to put it all to rest.
>Silver stands there, dumbstruck, his talons clamped around the hilt and his limbs trembling.
>The command had come and he does not seem to have accepted it.
>His posture is still that of one who is about to attack, forward and hunched, training alone keeps him from moving.
>If he were to lash out after the call had been made for the battle to end, it would be an unacceptable display of lack of restraint, yet it would probably land the gryphon who was to be the recipient of it in the hospital.
>The high lord would not stand for it, surely, but Silver would cut the distance and commit the act long before he could stop him.
>The gryphon knows however, that he is not the target of the belted ire.
>Then when he sees the other’s weapon land on the ground and the lord prostrating himself in acknowledgement of his defeat, he finally allows himself to fall and rest, discarding the practice weapon, letting the grass soak up his blood and cushion his weariness.
>His ears pick up the voice of the High Lord, up and to the left, and its dissatisfaction does not escape him.
>”Have Gabriel pick up the equipment when he is ready. You and I shall talk.”
>Their eyes meet, the lord and the challenger’s, and they tell that tonight they will drink and will talk of this.
>The high lord glides down the alcove and makes his leave.
>Silver follows.
>Together they turn away from the last training ground to still be used as such inside the capital, passing through stone archways from where long ago banners had flowed and shown the distinction of a unified clan, now naked and cracking.
>A suitable representation of gryphon politics, abandoned, devoid of fresh blood, of energy.
>Or so some would claim.

>>28792951
>The high lord is one of them, but his heart is honor bound to the master that sits on the throne and he does not find it acceptable to speak ill of his home, even if he is known to have done so in occasions when wine and family had been the only ones present.
>His son, whose birth had been significant for the platinum shine of his feathers and the death of his mother, broods close to him.
>Both hate the way in which whenever the King called for all nobles to gather, the corridors got crammed and the dining halls were packed so full that one could not use a fork without touching their neighbors at the table.
>It took away their freedom to hold a private conversation anywhere but inside their family quarters, and it makes them long for a trip to their state where the lush green and gentle slopes tell no secrets.
>They pass by an old painting, of a dark gryphon with a crown upon his head and lifting the Idol of Boreas above a gathering of his brothers.
>The bringer of peace and unity, first true king of his race.
>Such a shame that there is so little acknowledgement for the one who shares the colors of King Grover’s closest friend, of the one who had been primordial in the unification of the clans, fabled gryphon that had stood by his side every step of the way and had been the one to give the Idol to Grover.
>Perhaps, once the current king is ready to step down, there will be room for Silver to fight for the title.
>With the recent unearthing of one of their lineage’s vault and the discovery of Blaze’s diary and other legitimate parchments bearing the signature of the dead king, perhaps they could trigger some much needed debate between the now deluded bloodlines and, although the lord still has much to learn before being worthy of such honors, such discussions might do the kingdom great good and allow the family to be something more than another stain on the tapestry of politics.

>>28792957
>His own son, crowned king of all gryphons.
>The thought is poisonous and warm.
>When the High Lord opens the door and allows himself inside his quarters, he speaks in a low, careful tone, and it is to address a third gryphon that has been waiting for them.
>”Good morning, Gena.”
>The name boils Silver’s blood and her reply, chirpy like a sparrow’s voice, incites him in sinuous, hidden ways.
>”Good morning, father! Good morning, brother!”
>Lifting a wing in her direction is the only gesture of greeting that he allows her today, but his eyes linger on her form.
>”Be a dear and make something for us, will you?”
>She nods, eager to please her father, and runs off to quickly cook something for them.
>The High Lord sits and Silver finds his place on the opposite end of the table, knowing that his sister will soon find herself unpleasantly close to him.
>”I’m expecting you to already know why I cut the duel before you could finish him.”
>”Because I allowed him to land a hit on me, one that could have killed me if we had been using real swords.”
>The venom on those words burns his own ears more than those of his father, and Silver does not lift his head from the black and gold checkered table cloth, focusing on one of the many white coat of arms that decorate the black squares.
>When he doesn’t get a response, he takes a peek at him, and sees his disappointment.
>”You could have dodged that. Stopped the blow by striking at his beak with your wing. Deflected the blade with your own. Instead you watched it come, followed it with your eyes as if hypnotized, and barely flinched when it hit. You wanted it to land.”
>There it was.
>The sentence of the one to whom no detail escaped, who’s glaring green eyes judged him as if he were a blade in need of tempering.
>From the height of his perch he caught it all, the harsh, weathered crow.

>>28792963
>”Was I to beat him senseless before giving him a chance to fight back? He deserved something for his efforts.”
>”Is that what you think you gave him? A boon? A trophy?”
>”Whoever trained him had done a poor job of it. The technique is lame, his swings are weak. You sent him to the slaughter, had I-.”
>”Had you taken him seriously, you would have pushed him to greatness rather than gift him the mediocrity of your judgement. What you did was nothing other than get a taste of pain. You sought it out, you wanted to feel like the fight was something more, the challenge greater, to test yourself, and in doing so you lied to your opponent, gave him the false hope that there was more to his skills than he initially believed.
>”I put you in that place to help him improve, to test your ability to teach and his to grow. Instead you disappointed all of us. A master would have showed him the mistakes in his attacks, punished his students’ failures, and in so shape him in the right path. You insulted him, and me. I don’t want you to try and justify it.”
>His composure does not falter, although his voice does take on a slight edge towards the end.
>Silver challenges his demeanor with calmness, refusing to allow his father to step over him after he had stood above the fighters instead of among them.
>He would preach but never act.
>He had not taken up his sword in seven years and still acted as if he carried it at every moment.
>”What do you want from me?”
>”To tell him the truth tonight and face him again in a week. To finally show me that you have the strength to lead.”
>”A leader stands by his warriors. A leader fights with them and shows them that he bleeds like them. He doesn’t stand on his self-entitling throne and watches them spar.”

>>28792966
>”A leader is one and all. He is warrior and teacher and father and throne. His place changes, perception shifts, and he chooses that which will benefit his subjects the most. You want to be the banner, the rallying cry, the vanguard and the commander. You are not a leader, boy.”
>The whistling of a kettle comes from the kitchen as the water waits to be poured into the porcelain cups.
>Gina’s pitter-patter preludes the whistle’s decline.
>Silver wishes he was strong enough to fling the table away and face his father in combat, to let swords put words to the test.
>The high lord holds his piercing gaze, as if he was holding a pet tightly from its leash while it awaits its submission, and gets the final word.
>”Your pointless anger will not accomplish anything here. Don’t waste your energy and move on, we have other things to discuss.”

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>>28792970
End of update.

That is pretty much all I have for now, and must sadly step off.
As always, enjoy the sudden appearance of a mysterious and thought dead writefag and the words that he provides.

I am not proud of having disappeared for so long and explaining the reason behind it is not something that makes me comfortable, but I'll tell you guys about it once I am back in a couple of hours.

For now, know that I love you all, and that all I write I write it for you.
See you all soon!

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>>28792978
Ziri, you bastard it's good to see you back, thankyou for giving us our hunter anon and twi fix.

missed u bb

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>>28792978
YES!

>>28792978
Ziri ! It's good to see you're back. Great update, as usual. I look forward reading the rest of our favourite Anon's hunt.
Great exposition for Silver though

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>>28792978
He's black!

I mean..he's back! I missed you so much fäm!

Bump general is back on track yo, and only took 3 threads and over 200 bumps, hyp

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>>28792978
Welcome back, Z

HOLY SHIT LADS

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Ziri-Bump

>>28792978
long

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Soon(tm)
Nice knowing that I haven't lost the habit of falling asleep and staying that way for much longer than the quick nap I was planning.

So, first things first.
>>28793044
>>28793186
>>28793362
>>28793634
>>28793686
>>28794258
>>28795299
Hi everyone! Can you believe this? That one zombie of a writefag is truly undead.
Lovecraft was indeed right when claiming that some beings might be longer-lived than death.
I had no idea that you guys went through 3 threads without me.
I thought you were all going to leave the threads out of the board until I returned, and it makes me feel even more ashamed of living you all.
The posts previous to the update, which is to say the bulk of this thread, is beautifully depressing for me.
Even the guys that post a simple "bump" has the underlining message of "I hope he comes back".
Oh, and to the guy who thought I got shot or something... that was a well-founded worry.
Didn't happen though, which I am thankful for, but I may have gotten mugged a couple of times.

Now, on the subject of my disappearance.
Since blogging is shit and people may rightfully think “I don’t give a fuck about this so long as he writes”, I’ve decided to keep it private unless you guys really want know.
It’s not some epic tale of how I started working on a great project or a man’s journey into the life of professional writing, so don’t get excited over nothing.
Had it actually been something cool to share I’d be rather forward about it and surely would have dropped every once in a while to say something had shame not been keeping me away.
So, what do you say we leave mushy and annoying emotional baggage behind and get things back on track?

Oh, and by the way, my sleeping schedule is fucking ruined thanks to that “nap” I took.

>>28798301
>ashamed of living you all.
I knew it. You feed off of us to remain undead. It all makes sense now.

>>28798301
As for telling your tale, it's alright if it's too personal to go into detail about. Can't say I'd mind if you just gave a vague hint, though. Something along the lines of "I was busy" or "family stuff".

No pressure though.

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HE'S BACK!

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>>28798301
You don't have to tell us if its personal, but I do wish you would check in every now and than, just to say hi or what not.

Welcome back Ziri, I missed you.

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>>28798324
I NOTICED THAT TOO LATE!
Fuck it's to hide the horrible truth when your a zombie.

>>28798338
Its along the lines of "family stuff" and an "unreasonable reaction" from my part.
There might have been a hiking trip involved in that reaction of mine.

>>28798466
>gif related

>>28798500
I should have, I know that, but the more I thought about how I had not been doing anything with the story, the more I was ashamed to drop by without anything to show for my absence.
It was a pathetic, irresponsible downhill trip.
And I do the exact same thing with my closest friends and family, which makes it all even more shameful.

>>28798534
spank me daddy

>>28798534
I'm exactly the same way if I'm the main/only writer for a thread, so I cast no blame on you for that.

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>>28798599
Have you been naughty, anon?

>>28798666
I certainly appreciate your sympathy, Satan.
We should go for a drink sometime.

bump before bed

>>28799209
Good night, Anon!

>>28799220
>>28798534

Haven't read your latest update yet, but I'm looking forward to it Glad to see you're still with us, one way or another, I hope you aren't feeling pressured into these updates at all. I suppose I'm just a natural worrier when I don't hear from someone for a long time, even if it's just a quick "Still here, not dead" type thing. I hope everything's on the up and up with you, take whatever time you need. This is seriously the best damn green I've ever read, so any update is worth the wait.

sorry for speculating about your death and endlessly bumping an empty thread

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>>28799299
I don't mind the speculating at all.
Hell, it would be awesome to make an update from a hospital bed and be like "Told you death would not keep me from finishing this!"
As morbid as that might sound...
On the subject of the empty threads, it actually saddens if not outright depresses me, mostly because I can relate to that effort, that hope, that something you enjoy and is yet unfinished has not been abandoned.
As for my pressure, please don't even worry about it.
This story is my lifeline and the most ambitious and wonderful and exhilarating project that I have ever engaged in.
Take a look at pic if you wanna see how many plans I have been carefully putting together for this tale, minus some pics that were lost.
Do mind the slim spoilers, though they might be a tantalizing preview more than anything else.

God, I need someone with whom to vent my energy and brainstorming. Like a new girlfriend. Or an actual word document so I can keep the story moving forward.

>>28799421
mom and dad aren't home. i can be your girlfriend tonight.

>>28799489
I'll bring the lube if you pay for the plane ticket.

P9b

Did someone call for an active writefag and mini updates?

>>28792970
>”Such as?”
>”The future of this kingdom.”
>Gena arrives and places an antique porcelain tray with delicate care.
>Four cups, ivory white with golden rims and masterfully decorated with drawn red roses and their healthy stems, stand upon saucers that share the same design.
>They were old, a set of tableware that they would bring with them whenever they traveled to this temporary residence that they are forced to occupy whenever venturing to the royal castle.
>Each of the pieces held inside it the still steaming waters and the strings of tea bags hand from their edges like weightless pendulums.
>Three for every gathered family member, one for remembered.
>Respectfully the younger ones wait solemnly for the high lord’s ritual of commemoration as he tears of a single golden feather and places it within the fourth cup, letting the liquid touch and rise through its shaft, dyeing it a bright blue.
>There was something to the act, a supernatural suggestion in the air, a prick at the base of Silver’s neck, a swelling of his throat.
>Gena places a hand on his thigh and the feeling disappears, replaced by another, more insidious one.
>It isn’t until the entire vane has taken on the impossible color that the high lord rises his own cup and takes the first sip, signaling that the rest are free to do so from this moment onward.
>Silver considers it, looking intensely at the palely tanned liquid.
>The beverage always calmed him in an unexplainable manner and he doubts if it is what he truly needs.
>Gena wings him and he does what he knows she wants of him.
>”How was the meeting with the Redhelms?”
>An old name, one of the four original clans that unified under Grover.
>Long ago they had turned to vanity, may have very well been the first family to succumb to the loss of the Idol, and their greed had reduced them to a house of territorial, shut-in, frivolous beings.

>>28800243
>Rumor goes as far as to speak of members that have never stepped outside the grounds of their own states, and no one really question the veracity of the claim.
>They are masters of the coin and a clawful of respectable members of the family are usually asked to watch over the treasury, provided they get a monthly contribution from the crown, of course.
>Whatever business Gena might have had with these particular gryphons does not interest Silver but he listens for he knows it is of relevance.
>”It took quite a bit of convincing to hold audience with the head of their house, and even that was a brief affair given how shaken I left him. I cannot fathom living along such weak, greedy vultures.”
>She takes a sip, moistures the tip of her beak and tongue, and continues.
>”He questioned my claims, fervently. Not the most trusting of individuals as you must already be aware and not at all accommodating to my visit, something which I was sure to clear up with him. Thankfully, he was smart enough to recognize who I was and the reputation that preceded me, which prompted him to offer wine and such. A minute later he was already telling me that he had already caught wind of that particularly well placed rumor that I have set loose upon the wind.”
>”It is a dangerous bargain.”
>”A calculated one. We must let word spread, let it roll through their rank, rile the right ones up. Granted, it isn’t the whole truth. Just enough to bring them into play.”
>”Does High Lord Thade know what we have in store?”
>”Yes, and I am certain he won’t even let it reach the ears of his children. Mustn’t want them to get the idea that they can approach us with any kind of proposition, though I doubt they would.”
>The high lord nods and lets the tea sooth him while Silver guesses at the true nature of the meeting.

>>28800247
>He knows of the discovery of Lady Galina’s crypt, which has been attributed to a recent earthquake that shook the south-western coast, touched upon the mistress’s old state, and revealed it to the unsuspecting inhabitants of the place.
>It so happens that the lady in question had not only been sister to Grover, but also the progenitor of a new family, which had broken off the King’s bloodline for reasons never acquiesced by scholars, thousands of years ago.
>Still, she was a prominent historical figure and her line, a house which took the name of Highrise, has withstood the weight of the ages, and holds domain over any secrets that she might have kept.
>”Is this about the excavation? About what we found?”
>The question is directed to the high lord, but it is Gena who replies.
>”Documents. Letters. Confessions. You’ll be pleased with some of the things that were just lying there and now belong to us.”
>Silver tilts his head, wanting his sister to indulge him with the knowledge.
>The high lord drags his words, his voice suddenly deeper, more boisterous.
>”Blaze’s sword, his diary, and most importantly, information regarding him and his relationship with King Grover.
>”This is an extremely sensitive matter, one that reaches the highest orders of the aristocracy. As you already know, we heads of all houses are gathered here under the request of the king. The purpose of it is the divulgement of all findings in fairness to the guidelines of the Treaties on the Honors of Gryphon History and Heritage. And what we will show, the things that will transcend in that hall room, will shake this decaying castle to the core.”
>The young lord holds his breath as the elder’s voice settles and the household goes deathly quiet.
>Gena has left behind her lively personality, replaced it by a sharp, serpent-like presence.

>>28800249
>He had seen her that way countless of times, that dangerously manipulative nature with which she strutted the halls in search of the secrets that only she could extract with a single drop of blood, a desire to indulge in pleasures of the flesh and the dominance of the tongue.
>Her claws were starting to dig into Silver’s flesh and hardly caused him any pain.
>She turned to him with predatory eyes of the gryphoness the nobles called the Siren of Highrise, and he was reminded of all the nights he had satiated that ravenous hunger of hers.
>He calls out to the high lord, with a heart full of vertigo, fearful of what his answer might be.
>”What in Tartarus is going on?”
>”King Grover yielded the throne to Blaze. The kingdom is ours.”

...

>>28800251
Mini update done.
Finally some of our villain's background.

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>>28800255
Forgot pic.
As always.

>>28800251
This is either very good, or very bad for them. Good job as always.

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>>28800262
Sister is a whore, dad is a creepy necromancer, spent months in prison, may or may not be cursed, something terrible is sure to happen.
This is gonna end up worse than him raping Twilight.

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he is back

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>>28800262
Thank you!

>>28800255
>>28800262
>Bump general getting content
Z-ziri, stop, you re breaking the thread, we love our bumps withouth content and you re ruining it all
Who am i m kidding, cant wait for more

>>28802589
I didn't mean any harm!
I swear!
Forgive me desuman.

>>28802127
Your welcome!

>>28801411
No, he is not.
The real Ziri died after I raped him and took over his life by invading his body through the urethra.

>>28800787
Come on, it's won't be that bad.
Probably.

>>28800594
Have you ever known me of doing something bad to the main characters?

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page 10 is a scary place withouth a pony

ok guys, what the fuck happened to stoker

the guy that made the anonymous werewolf in equestria shit.

did he die what happened i've been looking everywhere

japanese goburin

emergency boop

>this thread again
Don't tell me Zirivak is still writing his story.
I fear my sanity might not take it.

>>28807890
I promised to finish, never said anything about keeping anyone sane.

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>>28808957

10

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Argiebump

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French bump...

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>>28812103
>white

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bump

>>28814756
I wanna rub that tummy.

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>Page 10

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>>28817704
Page 10 again

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>>28818740

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>>28822706

10

Still Alive !

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Update might come tomorrow evening or somewhere around that time guys.
Expect more platinum gryphons.

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>>28829171
Excellent

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>>28829171
Excitement rises!

>>28829171
why not RIGHT NOW

>>28831705
Had to catch up with my pretty pony show and humanized pony movies
LoE was fun

Also, I may or may not have been using my free time to play Fallout 4 while I shamelessly listen to the soundtrack of the 4 EQG movies

I'll give you all a fix of my special brew of words and hopefully you'll find a glimpse into SIlver's life to be a refreshing change of pace/environment, and will get you to form your own opinions on him since it is something I've been eager to do after the >rape alternative ending and that brief discussion I had about it with one of you anons.

Nein

>>28834822

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>>28827815

Arriba!

>>28837819

>>28832033
If you're talking about the uncle anon story... that was me.

Waiting for Silver's exposition.

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Spooky Bamp !

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>>28850251

fd

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B is for Bump !

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Big Twi Bump

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>>28855096

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bumpy

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>>28857598

vdsd

>>28829171
>Monday
>Says update may come >>>>>>>>>>>>>tommorrow
I trusted you Ziri, please dont disappear again

>>28859518
I'm alive, don't worry. Its just been a slow week and I am shit when it comes to schedules.

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>>28860320

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>>28860893

Bumpino

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>>28870414

I wanna cum on starlight glimmer

>>28872940

>>28873606
jk

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>>28875316

>>28871367

>>28875316
I wanna run my hand through that mane.

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>>28882205
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>>28882205

Bedtime bump

bumpan

SLAP THAT PONY!

>>28728166

>>28884066

>>28882926

>>28889237

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>>28890410

bem

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Still Waiting for ziri...

l

_

Dónde estás mano?

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>>28893574
>>28895643
Cute!

>>28897991

>>28900402

>>28901195

>>28900402

>>28800251
>”On quiet moments like this it all comes back, doesn’t’ it?”
>Girian does not provide comment and his hollowed expression begs for an end to the conversation, for he will break down if he were forced to vividly recall those dreaded days.
>Realizing that his brooding has begun to stain the morning and the spirits of his company, Silver stands and motions for him to follow and rejoin the rest of the flight.
>They still have much ground to cover before reaching their next destination and he wishes to keep a steady pace and an ordered routine is what he tells him, something to which he does not retort.
>The road should keep all their minds busy and safe from the nightmares that stalk them for a moment of weakness.
>The two find the others already occupied with stretching and friendly banter, a welcomed sign of their mental and physical health that helps put a smile on the lord, alleviating his concerns.
>He stops at the edge of the clearing where they gather and takes Girian by the leg.
>The warrior freezes, startled by the sudden touch, and their eyes meet for the first time that day.
>”I’m here. I’ll be brave for you, and be strong for you. Lean on me, brother, and I’ll carry you if you need me to.”
>Girian struggles with a knot in his throat and whimpers.
>”She would have been happy to have you as king.”
>He extends his claw for him to shake and he does so, vigorously, his essence shared in that grip, and Silver finds the reply to hold meaning for both of them.
>One of the others spots them, calls out in energetic greeting, and is soon followed by the rest.
>Silver rises a wing in acknowledgement to them and joins in the morning activities after patting Girian in the back, settling his tangled soul.
>They do not speak of how Girian’s mother had taken sword and crested shield to protect herself, nor how she had been struck down and found dead by the night’s end.
>They certainly don’t mention Gena.

>>28903027
>None of them want to touch on their individual tragedies, least the words pour out and their bravery with them.
>So they keep busy, focused on some specific task or another.
>Every day is fundamentally the same, following the same rules, doing whatever they can to outrun the sorrow and guilt.
>For those brought up under the wing of Highrise, workouts have always been part of the life and now they are a fundamental one, even more so than before.
>A system of friendly sparring, exercise, and strict sleeping schedules has kept them all fit to travel and has replaced the rush and tension of outrunning a blade at their throats ever since they crossed into the West and left behind any serious threat of bloodthirsty pursue.
>Resources haven’t been difficult to come by along the way in a land so wild and bountiful –which they have been very thankful for- but they have been careful to consume nothing more than is necessary, something that is noticeable in their light breakfasts and, in some cases, in the protruding mounds that their ribs draw on the chests of those who are neglect them.
>They take to the skies and travel from dawn to a little past midday, when they replace the clear blue for the shade of the forest trees, aware that the sun does them no favors and their bodies are not to be subject to fatigue.
>Wild animals tend to stay clear, understandably avoiding prey more numerous than themselves, and the gryphons happen to see a couple of predators watching them from the safety of far trees or the shelter of the canopies almost every day.
>It doesn’t do more than keep the group alert, knowing not to grow complacent and overconfident since they are fugitives still, and the shadows might hide something more than wild critters or beasts, regardless of how outlandish it would be to find the king’s hunters in these unmarked trails.

>>28903031
>Upon the first signs of sundown, they turn to flight again and travel as far as the dying light might allow them to before the danger of unknown and unseen creepers of the night forces them to make camp.
>The gryphons have always had sharp senses and when coupled with their training it allows them to sleep rather easily, knowing that if anything is to prowl close to them, they will all quickly be at the ready, even when in uncharted grounds.
>When evening falls, they rest, and Silver emboldens their wills and dreams with the words of dead Blaze and the epic retelling of his life.
>And although it sometimes brings back the claustrophobia and dread of their damp cells, they all find warmth in the presence of the generous campfire and their charismatic leader.
>Their doubts are always snuffed out with a simple study of his complexion and the thunder in his voice in the stillness of the night.
>At last, laying at the edge of sleep, they send a prayer to their ancestors, asking them to protect their lord and begging for the peaceful rest of the fallen.
>Silver, like all the rest, fights against the memories, but he faces them with the freedom that his position provides, in that peculiar way in which he copes.
>While daylight blinds his brothers to the light that wrestles in his eyes, he requires only a small effort to keep his sentiments at bay, to snatch them from their sight, but as the glow dims and his warriors take to slumber, albeit fitfully, he indulges his soul with some release.
>He glides into the darkness, where in his loneliness he can remember and unleash measured bursts of his pooling rage.
>The brutal turn of events in his life has left him poisoned and prompted an inner search for means in which to control and let loose of that fire, that pent-up rage that fuels him, and necessity has taught him how to open the wounds, let them breathe in the cool air, stinging and pouring the tainted blood out of him and into the virgin soil.

>>28903037
>It has allowed him to remain strong in view of those he leads, to be an unbreakable symbol of courage in every step, most prominently when doubt pressures their hearts, and although they know he grieves like any other mortal gryphon, they are certain in their belief that he is their aegis, their guardian.
>Yet in truth he is fragile, and his anguish breaks him.
>He had thought that no harm would come to them now that they had left the chains of kingdoms; that no evil would reach those he had vowed to protect.
>And not a month into these western wilds they had lost Firewing at the hands of an Equestrian.
>They all knew him as the eager torch bearer, bright and full of zealous fervor.
>He was the first to open his wings in Silver’s name, and he has become a reminder of their lives’ frailty.
>They who have been carrying the banner of change, of a brighter future for every righteous gryphon under the shadow of a king who would mirror the great equestrian princesses.
>A dream of a true God King to guard them all in harmonious protection.
>Now, in the depths of the midnight forests it crawls, a soft touch and a pool of blood, a name most dear to the lord that stabs at him mercilessly.
>He thinks of his Gena, of feelings and sensations, and the hatred, the inescapable rage that lurks so close to his heart, rises and clouds his vision with images of the power that will make everything right again, of the mare who hid the light that can change his world, and of that spirit whose name Geist had whispered and whom he would turn into the keeper of his race.
>Storming thoughts flood him and he lets loose, each image followed by a physical manifestation of his rage.

>>28903043
>Gena’s blood is answered with a swipe against a tree that showers splinters of wood and broken talons; the King murky eyes bring a punch that cracks the bark like thunder and leaves him shaking and blooded; then the sound of the hunter’s parting gesture comes to him as the screech of a gargoyle from the deep chasms of the northern mountains, grimly stating that Firewing is dead, and a strike to a boulder.
>Again and again his pain becomes engraved in the trees and stones, all the while splashing the grass with colors that are invisible in the dark.
>He can sense something there with him, lingering so close to that it might just smoke its way into his head, and he distinguishes it as the violent edge of caged savagery that needs to be overcome and overthrown, least it ends up consuming him.
>This are the moments when reason reaches him with a tender, quiet wing, offering peace, and when the face of the High Lord appears (”Take responsibility. Cease your claim. Bow to your King.”), and he knows he can’t have any reconciliation.
>Just a little further, he convinces himself.
>Let the hatred pool and push for a while longer.
>Through this West and to the Vaults, past Equestria, and back before that traitorous king.
>Home to bring justice to the guilty.
>And so is it that his days go.
>Plagued with remembrance.

…

>>28903047
>Gena directed him inside like so many times before.
>At such hours, the castle’s staff and the lords that currently inhabit it would not disturb their moment, and if any more precaution was needed, the bedroom door, heavy wood with screeching hinges, had been meticulously locked.
>She had always guided him down sinuous and unknown paths, filled with emotions and pleasures that would otherwise be unacceptable amongst the most refined circles.
>The hours of twilight and the high skies had been, since their days of youth, safe havens for them to indulge in each other’s company, and in what they claimed to be –with such strong certainty that it left no room for banal gossip- just brotherly affection.
>Yet in obliviousness of everyone but the two of them, it was a fact that whenever he held her eyes that she would not be denied the taste of love, not by gryphon nor any other race of the lands, and they knew far too well how he faired when she wielded view and voice against him.
>So he had grown to understand that there is no point in fighting her cravings -and he isn’t foolish enough to deny his own- but that evening there was something just as strong as her hold on him and it caused his attention to shot away from the beautiful Gena, and instead find itself drawn to words written in lands and ages so distant that many would not be able to imagine.
>The motions however, familiar and practiced to perfection, were carried out despite his wayward thoughts.
>There were still signs of his body’s enjoyment of it -the engorging of his loins, the burning of his heart- but he did not want to be taken, not tonight, as he thought of a tower, a kingdom, and a mare of white.
>If the tale and life of vanished Blaze is true, and he has no reason to believe otherwise, then it was one so much more worthy than a meager forgotten legend.
>A fable to light the fires of the gryphon race; a life befitting piety.

>>28903052
>Gena stopped the careful ministrations that her body provided him to test whether his mind was on the deed or had otherwise sailed away, and the answer did not please her.
>She found no pleasure in accepting that the moment had passed and she did not continue to pursue the impossible.
>”What is it?”
>She gave him some room, stepping down from his hips and chest, moving to sit by his side.
>The change in her was enough to bring him back from the timeless meaning of the journal.
>He sighed, stretching his back and wings before sitting upright in the bed.
>”I’ve been reading it.”
>Gena run a wing through the back of his neck.
>”Talk to me, I understand that the words of heroes can be overwhelming.”
>He turned to her and first caught sight of their mother’s immaculate scarf that Gena insisted on wearing everywhere, and then he saw her figure, glistening on the bed.
>She shared the color of his feathers and they looked ethereal in the moonlight.
>Too often had he wondered if they were part of the same soul, cut in half by an unknown power during birth.
>He looked at his claws and felt that they were undeserving of her.
>Then he thought of Blaze and found himself unworthy.
>”There is an entire kingdom, hidden somewhere beyond the western borders of Equestria. A land belonging not to one race, but to all. Of mountains that sing the melodies of sleeping dragons, towers of magic that are more alive than any one of us, and inns where the drink speaks the legend of a mare and her companion.
>”He was born of gryphons, a slave who wore the same name as his father and his father before him, but whose heart was ferocious and free, never to be bound to this land.
>”Together with a band of others he killed the head of the Blackfeathers, flew across the seas, and crashed upon the cliffs of the land of ponies. Of the fifteen that escaped, only he survived the journey, only he become somegryphon else.”

>>28903058
>Gena knew his brother wasn’t one to speak needlessly and that he wished for the release that his recounting would bring, so she waited in silence, listening to what he had to say.
>And Silver continued.
>”There he met a dancer, a unicorn mare. She was seeking a different life, a different place to continue her life, and their longing for a new home brought them across the edges of the know lands.
>”It shouldn’t be anything special compared to the stories of immigrants and explorers. It could have been just two strangers making a home in a small distant state, farming for sustenance and trade. And yet it’s so much more.
>”She made a tower out of nothing, turned the tragedy of miscarriage into hope, and brought back the dead. They braved the deserts and she made gold out of sand. He survived the traps of magic, killed a dragon, and returned here to help unify a kingdom.
>”Goodness Gena, what have any one of us done with our lives? Grover himself gifted him the mantle of king because he felt him to be the only one worthy of leadership. How can we even claim it as our own when we aren’t even entitled to his shadow?”
>She became grim and touched him no more.
>”You are blabbering. Self-doubt is eating away at you.”
>He nodded and waited.
>”We don’t deserve a king of Highrise blood.”
>She pounced and pressed him down onto the mattress.
>He was clear headed and could feel the scent of alcohol on her, well aware that his mouth shared it.
>For the time he wished their relationship weren’t so close nor her body so tight.
>He didn’t look her in the eye.
>”You tell me that The Goldmanes are more fit to rule? The Redhelms more virtuous? The Windcrests more-
>”We are the only who haven’t succumbed to greed! We don’t glutton, we don’t hoard, we don’t lust! We don’t bring shame to our name.”
>”Is this for the sake of our kingdom, or because we crave power and respect?”

>>28903068
>”We can’t ignore the decadence of our rulers any longer.
>”Equestria has recovered their Princess of the Moon, the Crystal Empire has risen from the snow, they have added a Princess of Love and one of Friendship to their ranks.
>”What do we have but mediocre leaders and dying values?
>”Not all of us can be heroes, not all of us can carry banners and rally the free to march by our side. Magic doesn’t lift us to glory and the heavens don’t part by will of our horns or wings. I am a simple diplomat, you are a growing warrior, father is an aging commander. We do what we can for the betterment of everyone, and right now claiming our legacy is the only thing we can do.
>”But you need to stop comparing yourself to the best of us. You’ll always finding yourself lacking, always trying to reach his glory and never finding your peace. It is a disservice to your own accomplishments and a sad for me to watch.”
>She took his beak and brought it close to hers.
>He did not resist her and allowed the depths of her eyes to suck him in, away from all his worries.
>Briefly he wondered whether Blaze had felt the same way when gazing at his Lumen.
>”Father and I will meet with the other heads at the presentation. You should join us.”
>The political circus did not interest him, especially when it meant having to share the room with those he considered disgraced, desirous members of the old houses.
>But Gena was not asking for his company, she was demanding it.
>He spread his wings and they shone majestic.
>”I need to fly away from here.”
>”To our little perch in the clouds?”
>”The one you’ve been sharing with that guard?”
>She looked offended for a moment, grabbing hold of her scarf like a ward.
>”Dear brother, are you growing territorial on me? You had never objected to me chasing a relationship with him. Even if he has endured my charms.”
>”I don’t, it’s just that-“

>>28903073
>She took advantage of how defenseless he looked and kissed him.
>He tasted her long and happy.
>”I wish to visit the West once this is all over. Do you think you’ll join me?”
>Gena laughed and fluttered to a nearby open window.
>There was but the faintest of breezes and she let it caress her chest.
>”By then you’ll be a prince. I believe such a trip would be considered a diplomatic visit.”
>”Then you promise to be my advisor, one who won’t bound to me only by the day.”
>She flickered her tail and jumped out the window and into the skies.
>His gaze flew from where his sister once stood and to the ornate night-table, where the diary was hidden.
>He had not divulged to her that he had been reading the whole thing twice a day, or that when the night was quiet and lonely he would find his way to a cool roof on which to read under the sheen of the moon and stars.
>Nor had he made mention of those Vaults, the final resting place of Lumen and the secret to her power.
>He thought little of it all as he followed behind his sister and the deep blue horizon invited his soul to carnal desires.

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>>28903077
Update done!

I really ought to get to writing. The year is ending and we still have some road to travel.

There might be more Anon & Co. after I finish painting a better picture of Silver, so enjoy some backstory for now!

>>28903098
pretty pancake

>>28903118
The prettiest

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>>28903098
What a yummy breakfast Ziri !
But also a nice backstory update. Wow !
INCEST IS WINCEST !!!

>>28903098
I'm really digging the dynamic between those two that you're painting here; and no just because I'm a messed up individual with odd kinks.

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>>28903077
Hell yeah motherfucker

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>>28903098
Sweet, thank you for the update!

>>28905780

>>28903098
Thanks m8

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>>28907423
>>28906240
You don't have to thank me guys. I hope you liked it!

>>28903965
>>28905056
>>28905094
>pic related

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>>28908222
While I don't have to thank you, I'm still going to. Love your story.

Nice digits

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>>28910991
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>>28903098
Nice.

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Anon cooking some sugar.

>>28918172

>>28919751

>>28903098
See you in bed, loverboy.

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>>28919144
>>28920646
On that note...
Hunter and Twi relationship, yay or nay?

>>28920986
i haven't got to read the last chapter yet so i don't know what's going on lately, but certainly yay. it's his waifu after all, and if he's going to die it would be nice and more intense if they got more intimate. don't forget you wrote an alternate rape ending, you better redeem yourself, you negro!

>>28921116
I will (try to) redeem myself one way or another, but I'm kind of split between keeping them as very close friends and full on lovers.
Both offer interesting choices and I like hearing what your opinions on the matter might be.

The bonus of an alternative ending with sweet lovin' and pancake syrup might always be on the table.

>>28921239
On one hand, a full on relationship would be predictable yet satisfying. On the other though, it would be interesting to see how it would turn out otherwise.

It would almost feel kind of blue-ballish in a way though. I'm not sure if that's just my crippling loneliness telling me that the relationship was going to be romantic eventually or what.

All in all, I'm good with whatever you choose. I'm sure I'll enjoy it any way.

>>28922823

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