((CookieMod: And while I was doing stuff unrelated to MLP and all that, this character was born out of a gag. Her name is Princess Synlestia, and she’s a crack character - supposedly ruling a kingdom called Apollis, a city of art/music/theater/fineartsstuff - and this is her booty shaking to Make It Bun Dem. Animated and stuff by me. I don’t know, she’s sort of developing, and if she develops more I’ll probably get her her own damn blog, but for now you can find it in my main blog.))
And off Bambina went! Being a bandit meant no schedule, and the stallions back home worked well on their own usually. Carrying little more then what she had with her upon conversing with Kin, she had set out to find the Basalisk and do her duty!
==> Be The Mare
You are now Fortunate Cookie and in the name of the Triple Goddess, you are so very late. To what, you ask? Why, a certain delivery of course! She must be very hungry by now, and normally you’re not fond of doing such things, but after all, she had become your only salvation. It’s the least you can do for her!
Plus.. She’s very lonely. She has no one. She thinks she’s too intimidating and scary for anyone to approach, so she never goes out during the day, but you beg to differ. Sure, she’s.. different, but she’s not that scary!
Enough of this mental chattering. You got stuff to do!
"Also, I must say, love the new look," Bambina said casually with a laugh, "I can deinately tell the gypsy vibe is strong with the aspects," Bambina teased. Kin-ay may be quite a power to be rivaled with, but Bambina was a sort of coy, rebellious, yet friendly type. Granted this little firecracker attitude sometimes got her in trouble, but she hoped Kin-ay would 'just get used to it' in time.
Thankfully, Kin-Ay approved of such feisty characteristics. It was easy to tempt, harder to manipulate - by others, that is. A grin smears across her white muzzle as she turned around, vanishing in the silhouette of the forest once more..
"As tempting an offer that is to let my whole crew be some sort of demigod, I'd prefer that they don't have that sort of power," she said, sauntering past Kin-in-Jacks clothing with a smirk and a coy look back, "Afterall, they are bandits," she said, working on that joke, "And while I do have power of fire I'm going to assume this is something more... Potent, so, I'll see you in due time. That Basalisk will be a nice challenge. I'll call you again when the deed'd done," she said and started off.
((There is a high probability that this blog will soon be deleted because of a number of reasons.
I really love Cookie as a character and all of you guys who has followed her here, but I feel like I can’t deliver what people would want, and I can’t move on since my “choose-your-own-adventure” is silent as hell, and my mass RP attempt was a huge failure - I’m so sorry.
My art isn’t that great either, I guess. Sorry for that too.
Either way, I don’t really want to part with the blog, but I guess I will, eventually, if it’s going to remain as silent as it is. Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not demanding anything, it’s just that the blog just.. sits here, and I have the tendency to remove things that doesn’t function.
Unlike myself, which some people don’t let me remove myself, but that’s a whole different story we will not be getting into.
Either way, this is just a PSA about the probability, and apology in advance.))
Non-RP Question Time!: Do you get an increase in visitations around Nightmare Night time or other 'creepy' parts/phenomina occurances?
Nothing out of the usual. Lots of souls but thats about it. Means I get to eat lots.
Turning my attention towards the mare as she runs off my features on my own face remain stoic as I set the last vial down in a complete restock of her cottage’s inventory. The advanced A.I. now working as an upgrade from the previous model made twenty years ago chimes in, having already locked onto its target. Slowly reaching its maximum lock on range I stand there as I respond to no-one in particular.
Because I’ve seen eyes like yours before…
"As the two stood before the doorsteps with their supplies, two, emerald green eyes stared from inside the house, from the shadows. A low purr emitted from it’s throat as it watched.
"Concidering everythings to be linked with you all from the last events that hardly anyone seems to recall, I feel obligated to let my section of the Saddles run themselves while I keep Fortune Cookie safe and on whatever path she needs to take," Bambina said, laying it all out up front, "Whatever that entails I'm happy to assist with. As you seemed to know my type so well when we first met, you know there are no limits," Bambina reitarated, "So, what needs done?"
Jacklyn merely grins. “I do have to admit, I admire that passion of yours, and such tongue would not survive in my court, but,” the mare turns herself around, her eyes facing towards the mountain side. “We’re not at court, and you’re an exception of that rule. Very well,” her amethyst hues finds the unicorn. “If you wish to be a guardian, you’ll have to grown in power. And for that you require training - not with me, however, but two of my sisters. You will be granted the strength of earth and the destructive power of fire. For that, you need to bring a certain beast.”
She points her horn towards the mountain’s skirt. “There is a slumbering basilisk within the bowels of a cave. Kill it. Bring the scales to Rose Thorn and it’s heart to Luminescence Flame. They’ll know what to do from then on.”
"But be wary. The Basilisk’s gaze can cast one into stone, and I’m sure that one specifically have recently laid eggs. She won’t be easy to beat, but I’m sure you can deal with it."
"If you wish your crew of ponies to be like you, guardians with raw power and strength, I can arrange their training too, once you’ve brought what I asked of you. There is one thing, however."