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1. A stone fireplace[ ]
2. An old rocking chair[ ]
3. The first visible star of the evening[ ]
4. Fresh snowfall [X]
5. A unicorn obsessed with the taboo of blood magic [ ]
>A small white flake lazily drifts from it's cloudy origin. Were there a camera attached to it, the viewer would see a stomach lurching journey above the small warm village of Ponyville.
>All the houses sit quaint in their festive decorations, smoke trails from many chimneys, and the ponies out and about wear their equivalents of winter jackets (saddles (Kinky))
>One , rather large and unique figure stands out, even off on the edge of the village.
>Large, and imposing, yet with a subtle intelligence to the gait, and a scratchy voice that sounds like it was an effort to acquire.
>That figure is, of course, Anonymous, The sentient T-Rex.
>In a world of unicorns, dragons, gryphons, and myriad other fantastical creatures, the strangest, is the King Dinosaur.
>He looks in on town, colder than normal, but vaguely uncaring of the snow, considering whether or not he should visit for the day.
>Should he? Should he visit someone specific? You decide.
Baratone
7:26 PM
[everybody goes to the farm] Let's have him visit the mayors office
Raod
7:27 PM
Do T-rex's even have a gag reflex
whatever Mayors office
Aviator Anon
7:28 PM
Fine mine was a joke. Mayor's office
>You contemplate your acquaintances in the little village, and after acquiring a thin layer of snow, you decide on going to visit the mayor.
>She's always been an interesting acquaintance. She's obviously intelligent, but it seems to you, in your admittedly limited experience, that she does a mostly terrible job for law being her calling.
>It is not your place to complain however, and so you do not hold it against her.
>Your slow awkward lumbering gait on the fresh sleet-y snow, and the relative rarity of your visits to the village proper, make you something of a sight, and as you take care not to fall over (again) several of the ponies stop and stare.
>It takes a considerable concentration on your part not to drift back into your feral ways, and attempt to capture and devour one of the minuscule equines, but with your unintended advent to this "Equestria", you have gained control over your baser instincts.
>Still, you dislike being watched, and so it is with no small joy that you open wide your jaw, and allow the pale light amidst the snow to draw rude eyes to your dagger sharp incisors, and then right on the way they were going.
>Eventually you make it before the large nondescript city hall, and attempt to call out for the secretary of Mayor Mare. She doesn't like it when you call her out unannounced. She does have meetings and all.
>How will you try to call out? Do you notice anything odd around you?
Raod
7:44 PM
Give her a good ol' hug
Aviator Anon
7:45 PM
Bite the roof off then hug her
Raod
7:46 PM
One armed hug
full
of
Fucking
love
>You get distracted when a rather annoying call peters out from the other side of town, and when you look back at the town hall, you see Mayor Mare in her office.
>She looks… tired, you believe.
>You try getting a closer look, but before you realize or feel anything, you hear the crack of glass, and see as she turns towards you. A look of slight annoyance, and happiness.
>"Anonymous, I thought I asked you not to do this anymore. Windows are very expensive, and if you're just going to keep breaking them every time you visit, I'll just end up leaving the window open all day every day. Then I'll get sick, and you know how an old mare like me is with illness. Needless to say, I'm glad you're here, but I must impress upon you that you attempt to check in with my secretary downstairs before trying to see me next time. Do you understand me Anonymous?"
>You don't really catch most of that, a shard of glass went onto your nose, and it itches. You reach forward, but feel a bit saddened (again) at how small your arms are. Mayor Mare is looking at you like she expects an answer of some kind, and like always you nod your head as much as you can, and manage to only crush one chair in doing so.
>She sighs, like how she sighs after getting off from a long day, and she trots forward to you before wrapping her hooves around your nose as best she can.
>She feels warm, and you feel happy when she touches you like this.
>She sighs once more, and you feel something wet in your blind spot. It's where she's laying her head.
>What will you do?
Baratone
8:03 PM
assume the glass from your nose has dislodged itself and accidentally cut her. Assume she is bleeding and enter panic mode
Aviator Anon
8:04 PM
This.
>You flare your nostrils a moment, and smell something that registers deeply in your mind. You attempt to shake the mare off, gently of course, but she holds firm, and you begin to panic.
>You begin grunting and Shaking a bit more forcefully.
>She looses her grip on you, and stands back, a look of concern on her face, and you see that although your nose (as always) was correct, it was nothing to really fear about.
>She sees the panic in your eyes, and touches a hoof to the small nick on her cheek, before bringing it to her eyes and seemingly considering it for a second.
>You are ashamed for hurting her, and in your mind, going over situations to punish yourself later.
>"Oh Anonymous, it's just a scratch. If you're really sorry, ask to be let in next time. Alright?"
>Your acquaintance wears a comfortable and sincere smile, and you feel your nerves settle. You will try harder next time to remember to ask entrance.
>For now though, instinct kicks in before logic, and you lick the small smear off of her cheek with the tip of your tongue.
>She chuckles at the slimy touch, and you snap yourself out of your foolish action before attempting anything else.
>You can not deny that the taste of fresh blood is enticing, and almost euphoric for how long it's been.
>"Well, Anonymous, you know how much I enjoy spending time with you, but i must ask that we call our little "date" to an end. A rather annoying and sleazy businessman is coming in a few minutes, and I'd like to get the majority of this mess cleared out. He'd love the opportunity to undermine me with news of a messy office, but i'll have my secretary help. Oh, and I'd like to ask now, before it escapes my mind. When work finally gets out tonight, would you be willing to walk me home? It's so lonely at night, and I'm going to admit that I am a bit afraid of the darkness and loneliness. Of course, if you have plans, think nothing of it. I'll just run home, it's rather good exercise, and I've got to keep this figure. Hahah!"
>How will you answer?
>You nod your head again, gently, so as to prevent breaking the table, and she smiles at you.
>You pull back out of the room to see that a small crowd has gathered just outside the hall. Some are looking over your legs, and a few are peeking their heads into the building, the secretary of Mayor Mare is chatting away about some pet to an exceptionally small pony with a camera.
>You briefly consider expressing your… happiness wit her, in the way you know how to. By roaring. But the last time you did that something broke, it sounded like the glass you pushed through.
>Instead you see that one of the stands just outside the square is selling the good smelling grasses with the colorful ends.
>They are called flowers.
"Maro Mra, ou ah f-low-ers, to mre."
>The mayor looks at you with a soft smile, and walks back into her office with a spring in her step.
>"What did it say?" "Was that in pony?" "Is there something stuck in your throat big guy?"
It doesn't seem like anyone really understood, but you said it, and you feel good about it.
>"Oh Darling, that was absolutely adorable, now come with me, I have a giddy for you."
>You look to the voice, and see that it is the white one with the … purple … mane
>Rarity, you think. she has a horn, like the purple one, but is not purple. She is white, and her hair is like water shape. Wave-y but different.
>it hurts to think about, she seems to have understood your sentiment, and she's looking back at you. She wants you to follow.
>What will you do? You can't quite recall, but when you came to town last, for a visit with the one with no horn or wings, and the color of bloo- bubble gum, she said something about a pres-ant.
Raod
8:39 PM
Follow her
[The level of diabeetus man]
Dan Tuffs
8:39 PM
I want to think of something clever to do, but I also can't think of a reason not to follow Rarity. So getting a present seems good
>You follow behind the snow colored mare, only able to keep track of her by her scent, and the color in her mane, and tail. She looks back a few times, and you se her eyes. She is excited about something.
>You do not fear, you are the King Dinosaur, but you still smell more frequently. Just to be safe.
>She leads you before her odd home, and disappears inside after asking you to wait a moment.
>You slither your tail around under the snow, sending it cascading in a wave, and drawing the attention of several small (young, by their smell) ponies. they try climbing atop your tail, diving into the small snow dunes you create, and simply make merriment beside you.
>You take care not to roll one under your tail, as these ponies are almost impossibly fragile.
>You almost hurt mayor Mare when you picked her up the first time. You tasted her blood, and put her down immediately. You still feel guilty about that.
>She tells you not to worry, that it was just what she needed to get the sympathy vote.
>The political system of this equestria is very confusing, and you have lost interest in attempting to make sense of it.
>You smell feel something hard pressed against your side, and when you look towards it, you see that the snow pony has returned, and is using a tape on your stomach.
>She seems to ignore you as you watch, and after a few minutes, you see her smile and look up to you.
>"Well darling, I'm not actually sure if you'll ever need this, but I couldn't help but make it for you after seeing you au natural on you last visit. It's only going to get colder, and I just know that when you'd rather be warmed up, you'll slip into this!"
>She motions to a rather large… thing, sitting atop a drift of snow.
>It is not something you have ere seen before, but if looks are anything to go by, it is something to wear.
>She seems to read the confusion on your face, and clarifies for you.
>"It's a sweater darling! A hoodie to be sure, I figured that with your, erm, physiology, a zip up might not be prudent, and if you'd like my opinion, I say they're overdone anyways. Would your be so kind as to sit still for me darling, I'd like to see how it fits on you."
>What will you do?
Dan Tuffs
9:01 PM
Oh for all that is good, I want Anon-Rex to wear a hoodie.
The Toglodyte
9:02 PM
that's a yes to sitting still then?
Raod
9:02 PM
Wear it
Dan Tuffs
9:02 PM
yeah, sit still
>You oblige the almost invisible mare as she closes her eyes and concentrates. You hear a small hum as her horn begins to glow, and the oversized "hoodie" slowly lifts off the ground, and floats over to you.
>The wind helps speed it along, and as it approaches, you feel a bit of anxiety at the way it flows and flaps. Almost as though it is alive.
>It soon however lifts above you, and begins slowly descending upon you.
>You can hear the children laughing and "oo-ing" at the sight.
>You don't realize you've closed your eyes until the mare says, in a slightly out of breath voice.
>"There we go, absolutely perfect on you dear. I knew I'd gotten the measurements correct the first time! Now, If you'll excuse me, I have a dress almost overdue, and rarity is never late!"
>With that, the mare retreats into her strange home, and you are left in a strangely comfortable all over embrace by this hoodie thing.
>Your tail is still playing with the children, and eventually (after biting at the thing, to make sure it's not digesting you) you get off your tail, and plod your way, feeling strange about yourself.
>What will you do now?
Dan Tuffs
9:13 PM
Is MM's meeting over yet? If so, walk her home, if not, show Cheerlie the hoodie
The Toglodyte
9:15 PM
MM still has a few hours at work. It's still daylight, but that snowy daylight, where things are sterile white, instead of that warm light.
Dan Tuffs
9:15 PM
I vote for Cheerlie then.
The Toglodyte
9:15 PM
Cheerilee is closer than Twilight, and you know her better
Raod
9:16 PM
Cheerilee then
The Toglodyte
9:16 PM
But you have nothing against her, or her you, you just never really had any reason to talk to her. Apparently, Celestia herself studied you before you can recall
Dan Tuffs
9:17 PM
Hmmmm... I doubt Cheerlie will take up the rest of MM's work. We probably have time to visit Purple afterwards, but my minds still on Cheerlie.
>You watch your feet as you plod through the town, careful not to walk into a structure or crush any pony.
>You smell something familiar, no someone familiar.
>You look up from the way your claws cut the snow and see that you've made your way to just outside of the schoolhouse.
>A small smokestack is rising from a chimney somewhere behind the school, and you can hear some of the teachers lesson.
>"that is why it's called a tyranny. But what we have here in Equestria is not tyrannic, it is entirely accepted and agreed as the best situation. Plus, we are all granted freedoms that neither the gryphon nor the dragon kingdoms can lay claim to."
>Politics of course.
>You imagine that the young don't enjoy the lesson very much, as you wouldn't, and decide that an intervention is in order.
>You let out a 4/10ths roar, loud enough to shake the snow off a few roofs nearby, but nothing shatters, which has you wagging your tail again.
>The door opens, and out steps Miss Cheerilee. She looks a bit annoyed. then she sees you sitting there happily wagging your tail, and she seems to calm down.
>"Hello Anonymous. How are you coming along? I wasn't expecting you to pay us another visit for a week or so. Is everything alright?"
>How will you answer?
Lumber
9:26 PM
May I learn how to speak more properly?
Dan Tuffs
9:26 PM
That sounds good.
Also, awwww at the tail wagging
that mental imagery is adorable
>"Mra ah spek bitter. Wan lern"
>It takes the teacher a moment to decipher what you've said, but as soon as she does, a large smile forms across her face, and she gets a gleam in her eye.
>"Yes of course Anonymous, just wait right here, I'll see how the class feels about letting you in on todays lesson. Would that be alright with you?"
>You nod your head, and she hops back to the room.
>You hear her ask if any of them would like to help her teach for once. Many ask what she means, and you assume that she points out at you, before saying that you'd like to learn how to speak better. They agree, and ag=fter a few minutes of debate about whether or not to tear off the roof, they all grab their warm clothes, their desks, and file out.
>"Class, I'd like to introduce you all to Mr Anonymous. He is a Dinosaur. He is unique here in Equestria, and I want all of you to treat him with respect. I'm talking to you Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon."
>DT: "He's wagging his tail like a dog, are you sure he's not just a big scaly dog?"
>You aren't sure what it is your feeling as she says this, but the look she's giving you is one you've never seen before. It angers you to no end.
>Your tail stops wagging, and slams the ground with enough force to have each seat, and the pony in it leap into the air a solid inch.
>Miss Cheerilee looks up at you, and you calm down, partially from her, and partially because the whelp is now face down in a drift of snow you made before they came out.
>"*ahem* Now children, I want all of you to say your favorite word, and then We'll have Mr. Anonymous here try and say them back. Lst's start with…"
>All of the ponies are raising their hands, and the now red-faced Whelp looks especially eager to get her turn.
>Cheerilee looks to you
>"Why don't you decide first Anonymous, since it is your lesson after all. And don't worry about how you do, we're here to help you, and the first step is knowing what we have to work with. *Whispers* if any of them act out, they'll be punished accordingly, don't worry."
>Who will you choose?
Dan Tuffs
9:44 PM
Pick Sweetibie Belle!
Alex
9:44 PM
On 5/3/13, at 9:42 PM, The Toglodyte wrote:
> >Who will you choose
TWIST
PLEASE GOD MAKE IT TWIST
Akame Aome
9:44 PM
I noticed, it seems interesting...
^This
Do it.
>You spot a small soft looking curly maned filly (by the scent), and she looks desperate, so you nod to her.
>All the other kids "aww", but Miss Cheerilee mollifies them by proclaiming that everyone will get a turn so long as no one dallies.
>You briefly worry, but crush the doubt. You want to learn, You what to speak better for your acquaintances and friend.
>"Hello Mithter Anonymouth. My name is Twisth, and my word is 'Candy'!"
>A few of the other small ponies look frustrated, likely planning on saying that as well.
"Can-dee"
>The small one smiles, and takes her seat, looking much happier than she did coming out. A small white filly with a horn and strangely colored mane stands in her seat going, "Oo-oo!, me next please mister Dinosaur!"
>Her voice is strange. It makes you feel oddly, not annoyed, but something like that. You nod your head to her.
>"Yay! My Name is Sweetiebelle, and my favorite word in the world is-"
>DT: "Blankflank! Hahahahah!"
>The small white one looks crestfallen as the class breaks into a fit of giggles (save for a small yellow one and an orange one), and Miss Cheerilee attempts to get things back in order.
>Will you do anything, or will you wait for order to return?
Dan Tuffs
9:57 PM
Growl. Don't roar or anything, just growl at DT
Maybe lean in on it too
Lumber
9:58 PM
^
>You stand at your full height and take a single step forward, looking straight down onto the Annoying whelps desk. She attempts to play off what you smell to be fear, by laughing hastily, and you simply growl, allowing your teeth to show for effect.
>You may not have understood the joke, but you understand that it hurt the little white (not really) annoying one.
>You continue staring down onto her, unblinking until Miss Cheerilee clears her throat.
>You relent, and lean back onto your tail again ( you don't move though, you're still right at her desk), and nod once more to the one who got interrupted.
>"My name is Sweetiebelle, and my favorite word is Rarity!"
>Her voice cracks in a way that reminds you of the time Miss Cheerilee dragged some chalk across a last lesson to get your attention. But there is something endearing about it, oddly enough.
"Reritee"
>The little squeaky one squeaks again, and sits down, looking very happy you did decently.
>"I'm sorry everyone, but I'm sure that Mr. Anonymous has other things he needs to do today. And i'm also sure that he'll be willing come learn with us all again, right Mr. Anonymous?"
>Well?
Dan Tuffs
10:08 PM
Second, I bet Anon can say yes at this point. So say yes, then visit purple smart quickly?
"Yers, dun like whelp, like sqearky one. Thank your."
>You bow your head to the ground before the little ponies, and they all thank you back.
>You watch as the class grabs their seats, and begin filing back into the classroom.
>The squeaky one stops and looks up at you before dropping her chair and tackling your leg.
>She holds there. She feels very warm, you lean down to nuzzle her, and you remember how you did this with your young before.
>She lets go, and says goodbye before being the last into the classroom.
>You blink some dust out of your eyes, and consider where you will go now. There is still some time before Mayor Mare is done for today.
>Where will you go?
Baratone
10:24 PM
Now is the time for food
Dan Tuffs
10:26 PM
We can pronounce it now, but may as well leave that for a later time. We have no reason to find her, really. Food seems logical
Dan Tuffs
10:28 PM
Best bros
Let us hang with our bro while we mow down on some... manticore sounds tasty.
>You feel hungry, an decide that it would be ill advised to stick around while anything less than stuffed, so you Make your way to your nest, and look around for anything you could chow on.
>Unfortunately you were feeling a bit existential last night, and ate all of the manticore you managed to keep good.
>You hear your stomach growl, and decide that it's time for a spot of hunting.
>You feel the instinctual predator you were begin thrashing about inside your head, and calm him by letting him know that he'll get to come out soon enough.
>First things first though, you want to find the one who has two, and is like you, but doesn't eat.
>The path to her nest is cramped, and you trample a few trees on your way there.
>"Silence has never been yours in here. Lucky for you, we consider each other peers."
>You don't even bother turning around. You were actually surprised it took her this long to speak up. She'd been sitting on your back for the last couple trees.
>You speak to her in a way that only she understands, and she simply smiles.
>"Manticore bones and stingers were always difficult for me to acquire all alone. Now that I have you, I get some every other time I leave my home!"
>You stop and turn your head up. You have the smell.
>Female. 27 years. Injured. Scared. Prey.
>"I know that look you wear. When I look on it, I should only hope, I don't show my fear."
>How will you hunt this prey? Will you try and use your mind? Or will you let the predator out. Zecora Knows how to shove him back in and pull you out. She can take care of herself. And she'll keep you from dying of poison.
Dan Tuffs
10:49 PM
I vote mind, but I won't be sticking around to see what happens. Will you be putting any of this on a pastebin, ToG?
>Zecora looks to you, ready to push you down and pull out the predator, but you shake your head at her and continue forward. Trying to get as close as you can to the prey before charging out.
>"Truly I am glad to see, that you won't always rely on me."
>You feel Zecora leave your back, and after a minute of rustling, not even your nose could tell you where she went.
>You put your nose to the air one more time, and know that you are close enough.
>You gather all your energy into your legs, and after a mo=ments concentration, let loose a roar that can be heard in ponyville.
>You charge forth through the brush, knocking down trees, and catching sight of your intended prey. She leaves a trail of blood in her wake, and you quickly gain.
>She looks back, and sees she will not outrun you.
>She stops, and turns to face you. The predator tells you to charge forward, pain is temporary, and poison will not subdue you. You are the kind Dinosaur.
>You hesitate a second too long, and have just enough time to turn and avoid a sting to the stomach. instead it connects with your leg, and you feel the toxin as it begins destroying the nerves.
>You push forward with what strength you have, and snap your jaws shut around her throat.
>You bite and pull as hard as you can.
>You hear a satisfying crack, and feel the body go limp beneath you.
>You let loose a roar of victory and begin tearing onto the succulent flesh.
>You hear rustling in the bushes behind you, and remember about Zecora soon enough to stop your tail from swatting her.
>"An injury you did sustain, bite down, for this will involve great deal of pain."
>You do as you are told, and chomp down, bracing for the pain.
>It comes as a white hot spear through your leg that nearly sends you onto your back. You manage to keep balance however, and look towards the now bloodied Zebra as she spits into a vial a tar-like substance.
>"Manticore venom, not easily gotten, such freedoms, here's hoping you're not spoiling me rotten."
>You continue tearing the manticore apart, allowing Zecora to pick out specific portions, pieces of the heart, the liver, the bones, and of course, all the poisonous parts.
>Soon enough, the edible parts have been eaten, and the parts otherwise useful have been catalogued and stored somewhere by Zecora.
>You look up and see that sky has begun to darken. No stars yet, but soon MM will be out.
>You give Zecora a ride back, and after a thanks and a goodbye, your back at home doing your best to look good.
>That's when you notice that your hoodie is almost entirely soaked in blood. Fresh blood at that. And you can't remove it on your own. What will you do?
Alex
11:21 PM
>Go see Rarity so she can take it off.
>Then go see MM

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1. A stone fireplace[ ]
2. An old rocking chair[ ]
3. The first visible star of the evening[ ]
4. Fresh snowfall [X]
5. A unicorn obsessed with the taboo of blood magic [ ]

>A small white flake lazily drifts from it's cloudy origin.  Were there a camera attached to it, the viewer would see a stomach lurching journey above the small warm village of Ponyville.
>All the houses sit quaint in their festive decorations, smoke trails from many chimneys, and the ponies out and about wear their equivalents of winter jackets (saddles (Kinky))
>One , rather large and unique figure stands out, even off on the edge of the village.  
>Large, and imposing, yet with a subtle intelligence to the gait, and a scratchy voice that sounds like it was an effort to acquire.
>That figure is, of course, Anonymous, The sentient T-Rex.
>In a world of unicorns, dragons, gryphons, and myriad other fantastical creatures, the strangest, is the King Dinosaur.
>He looks in on town, colder than normal, but vaguely uncaring of the snow, considering whether or not he should visit for the day.
>Should he?  Should he visit someone specific?  You decide.

Baratone
7:26 PM

[everybody goes to the farm] Let's have him visit the mayors office
Raod
7:27 PM

Do T-rex's even have a gag reflex

whatever Mayors office
Aviator Anon
7:28 PM

Fine mine was a joke. Mayor's office

>You contemplate your acquaintances in the little village, and after acquiring a thin layer of snow, you decide on going to visit the mayor.
>She's always been an interesting acquaintance.  She's obviously intelligent, but it seems to you, in your admittedly limited experience, that she does a mostly terrible job for law being her calling.
>It is not your place to complain however, and so you do not hold it against her.
>Your slow awkward lumbering gait on the fresh sleet-y snow, and the relative rarity of your visits to the village proper, make you something of a sight, and as you take care not to fall over (again) several of the ponies stop and stare.
>It takes a considerable concentration on your part not to drift back into your feral ways, and attempt to capture and devour one of the minuscule equines, but with your unintended advent to this "Equestria", you have gained control over your baser instincts.
>Still, you dislike being watched, and so it is with no small joy that you open wide your jaw, and allow the pale light amidst the snow to draw rude eyes to your dagger sharp incisors, and then right on the way they were going.
>Eventually you make it before the large nondescript city hall, and attempt to call out for the secretary of Mayor Mare.  She doesn't like it when you call her out unannounced.  She does have meetings and all.
>How will you try to call out?  Do you notice anything odd around you?

Raod
7:44 PM

Give her a good ol' hug
Aviator Anon
7:45 PM

Bite the roof off then hug her
Raod
7:46 PM

One armed hug

full
of
Fucking
love

>You get distracted when a rather annoying call peters out from the other side of town, and when you look back at the town hall, you see Mayor Mare in her office.  
>She looks… tired, you believe.
>You try getting a closer look, but before you realize or feel anything, you hear the crack of glass, and see as she turns towards you.  A look of slight annoyance, and happiness.
>"Anonymous, I thought I asked you not to do this anymore.  Windows are very expensive, and if you're just going to keep breaking them every time you visit, I'll just end up leaving the window open all day every day.  Then I'll get sick, and you know how an old mare like me is with illness.  Needless to say, I'm glad you're here, but I must impress upon you that you attempt to check in with my secretary downstairs before trying to see me next time.  Do you understand me Anonymous?"
>You don't really catch most of that, a shard of glass went onto your nose, and it itches.  You reach forward, but feel a bit saddened (again) at how small your arms are.  Mayor Mare is looking at you like she expects an answer of some kind, and like always you nod your head as much as you can, and manage to only crush one chair in doing so.
>She sighs, like how she sighs after getting off from a long day, and she trots forward to you before wrapping her hooves around your nose as best she can.
>She feels warm, and you feel happy when she touches you like this.
>She sighs once more, and you feel something wet in your blind spot.  It's where she's laying her head.
>What will you do?

Baratone
8:03 PM

assume the glass from your nose has dislodged itself and accidentally cut her. Assume she is bleeding and enter panic mode
Aviator Anon
8:04 PM

This.

>You flare your nostrils a moment, and smell something that registers deeply in your mind.  You attempt to shake the mare off, gently of course, but she holds firm, and you begin to panic.
>You begin grunting and Shaking a bit more forcefully.
>She looses her grip on you, and stands back, a look of concern on her face, and you see that although your nose (as always) was correct, it was nothing to really fear about.
>She sees the panic in your eyes, and touches a hoof to the small nick on her cheek, before bringing it to her eyes and seemingly considering it for a second.
>You are ashamed for hurting her, and in your mind, going over situations to punish yourself later. 
>"Oh Anonymous, it's just a scratch.  If you're really sorry, ask to be let in next time.  Alright?"
>Your acquaintance wears a comfortable and sincere smile, and you feel your nerves settle.  You will try harder next time to remember to ask entrance.
>For now though, instinct kicks in before logic, and you lick the small smear off of her cheek with the tip of your tongue.
>She chuckles at the slimy touch, and you snap yourself out of your foolish action before attempting anything else.
>You can not deny that the taste of fresh blood is enticing, and almost euphoric for how long it's been.
>"Well, Anonymous, you know how much I enjoy spending time with you, but i must ask that we call our little "date" to an end.  A rather annoying and sleazy businessman is coming in a few minutes, and I'd like to get the majority of this mess cleared out.  He'd love the opportunity to undermine me with news of a messy office, but i'll have my secretary help.  Oh, and I'd like to ask now, before it escapes my mind.  When work finally gets out tonight, would you be willing to walk me home?  It's so lonely at night, and I'm going to admit that I am a bit afraid of the darkness and loneliness.  Of course, if you have plans, think nothing of it.  I'll just run home, it's rather good exercise, and I've got to keep this figure.  Hahah!"
>How will you answer?

>You nod your head again, gently, so as to prevent breaking the table, and she smiles at you.  
>You pull back out of the room to see that a small crowd has gathered just outside the hall.  Some are looking over your legs, and a few are peeking their heads into the building, the secretary of Mayor Mare is chatting away about some pet to an exceptionally small pony with a camera.
>You briefly consider expressing your… happiness wit her, in the way you know how to.  By roaring.  But the last time you did that something broke, it sounded like the glass you pushed through.
>Instead you see that one of the stands just outside the square is selling the good smelling grasses with the colorful ends.
>They are called flowers.
"Maro Mra,  ou ah f-low-ers, to mre."
>The mayor looks at you with a soft smile, and walks back into her office with a spring in her step.
>"What did it say?"  "Was that in pony?"  "Is there something stuck in your throat big guy?"
It doesn't seem like anyone really understood, but you said it, and you feel good about it.
>"Oh Darling, that was absolutely adorable,  now come with me, I have a giddy for you."
>You look to the voice, and see that it is the white one with the … purple … mane
>Rarity, you think.  she has a horn, like the purple one, but is not purple.  She is white, and her hair is like water shape.  Wave-y  but different.
>it hurts to think about,  she seems to have understood your sentiment, and she's looking back at you.  She wants you to follow.
>What will you do?  You can't quite recall, but when you came to town last, for a visit with the one with no horn or wings, and the color of bloo- bubble gum, she said something about a pres-ant.

Raod
8:39 PM

Follow her
[The level of diabeetus man]
Dan Tuffs
8:39 PM

I want to think of something clever to do, but I also can't think of a reason not to follow Rarity. So getting a present seems good

>You follow behind the snow colored mare, only able to keep track of her by her scent, and the color in her mane, and tail.  She looks back a few times, and you se her eyes.  She is excited about something.
>You do not fear, you are the King Dinosaur, but you still smell more frequently.  Just to be safe.
>She leads you before her odd home, and disappears inside after asking you to wait a moment.
>You slither your tail around under the snow, sending it cascading in a wave, and drawing the attention of several small (young, by their smell) ponies.  they try climbing atop your tail, diving into the small snow dunes you create, and simply make merriment beside you.
>You take care not to roll one under your tail, as these ponies are almost impossibly fragile.
>You almost hurt mayor Mare when you picked her up the first time.  You tasted her blood, and put her down immediately.  You still feel guilty about that.
>She tells you not to worry, that it was just what she needed to get the sympathy vote.
>The political system of this equestria is very confusing, and you have lost interest in attempting to make sense of it.
>You smell feel something hard pressed against your side, and when you look towards it, you see that the snow pony has returned, and is using a tape on your stomach.
>She seems to ignore you as you watch, and after a few  minutes, you see her smile and look up to you.
>"Well darling, I'm not actually sure if you'll ever need this, but I couldn't help but make it for you after seeing you au natural on you last visit.  It's only going to get colder, and I just know that when you'd rather be warmed up, you'll slip into this!"
>She motions to a rather large… thing, sitting atop a drift of snow.
>It is not something you have ere seen before, but if looks are anything to go by, it is something to wear.
>She seems to read the confusion on your face, and clarifies for you.
>"It's a sweater darling!  A hoodie to be sure, I figured that with your, erm, physiology, a zip up might not be prudent, and  if you'd like my opinion, I say they're overdone anyways.  Would your be so kind as to sit still for me darling, I'd like to see how it fits on you."
>What will you do?

Dan Tuffs
9:01 PM

Oh for all that is good, I want Anon-Rex to wear a hoodie.
The Toglodyte
9:02 PM

that's a yes to sitting still then?
Raod
9:02 PM

Wear it
Dan Tuffs
9:02 PM

yeah, sit still


>You oblige the almost invisible mare as she closes her eyes and concentrates.  You hear a small hum as her horn begins to glow, and the oversized "hoodie" slowly lifts off the ground, and floats over to you.
>The wind helps speed it along, and as it approaches, you feel a bit of anxiety at the way it flows and flaps.  Almost as though it is alive.
>It soon however lifts above you, and begins slowly descending upon you.
>You can hear the children laughing and "oo-ing" at the sight.
>You don't realize you've closed your eyes until the mare says, in a slightly out of breath voice.
>"There we go, absolutely perfect on you dear.  I knew I'd gotten the measurements correct the first time!  Now, If you'll excuse me, I have a dress almost overdue, and rarity is never late!"
>With that, the mare retreats into her strange home, and you are left in a strangely comfortable all over embrace by this hoodie thing.
>Your tail is still playing with the children, and eventually (after biting at the thing, to make sure it's not digesting you) you get off your tail, and plod your way, feeling strange about yourself.
>What will you do now?

Dan Tuffs
9:13 PM

Is MM's meeting over yet? If so, walk her home, if not, show Cheerlie the hoodie
The Toglodyte
9:15 PM

MM still has a few hours at work.  It's still daylight, but that snowy daylight, where things are sterile white, instead of that warm light.
Dan Tuffs
9:15 PM

I vote for Cheerlie then.
The Toglodyte
9:15 PM

Cheerilee is closer than Twilight, and you know her better
Raod
9:16 PM

Cheerilee then
The Toglodyte
9:16 PM

But you have nothing against her, or her you, you just never really had any reason to talk to her.  Apparently, Celestia herself studied you before you can recall

Dan Tuffs
9:17 PM

Hmmmm... I doubt Cheerlie will take up the rest of MM's work. We probably have time to visit Purple afterwards, but my minds still on Cheerlie.

>You watch your feet as you plod through the town, careful not to walk into a structure or crush any pony.
>You smell something familiar, no someone familiar.
>You look up from the way your claws cut the snow and see that you've made your way to just outside of the schoolhouse.
>A small smokestack is rising from a chimney somewhere behind the school, and you can hear some of the teachers lesson.
>"that is why it's called a tyranny.  But what we have here in Equestria is not tyrannic, it is entirely accepted and agreed as the best situation.  Plus, we are all granted freedoms that neither the gryphon nor the dragon kingdoms can lay claim to."
>Politics of course.
>You imagine that the young don't enjoy the lesson very much, as you wouldn't, and decide that an intervention is in order.
>You let out a 4/10ths roar, loud enough to shake the snow off a few roofs nearby, but nothing shatters, which has you wagging your tail again.
>The door opens, and out steps Miss Cheerilee.  She looks a bit annoyed.  then she sees you sitting there happily wagging your tail, and she seems to calm down.
>"Hello Anonymous.  How are you coming along?  I wasn't expecting you to pay us another visit for a week or so.  Is everything alright?"
>How will you answer?

Lumber
9:26 PM

May I learn how to speak more properly?
Dan Tuffs
9:26 PM

That sounds good.

Also, awwww at the tail wagging

that mental imagery is adorable

>"Mra ah spek bitter.  Wan lern"
>It takes the teacher a moment to decipher what you've said, but as soon as she does, a large smile forms across her face, and she gets a gleam in her eye.
>"Yes of course Anonymous,  just wait right here, I'll see how the class feels about letting you in on todays lesson.  Would that be alright with you?"
>You nod your head, and she hops back to the room.
>You hear her ask if any of them would like to help her teach for once.  Many  ask what she means, and you assume that she points out at you, before saying that you'd like to learn how to speak better.  They agree, and ag=fter a few minutes of debate about whether or not to tear off the roof, they all grab their warm clothes, their desks, and file out.
>"Class, I'd like to introduce you all to Mr Anonymous.  He is a Dinosaur.  He is unique here in Equestria, and I want all of you to treat him with respect.  I'm talking to you Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon."
>DT: "He's wagging his tail like a dog, are you sure he's not just a big scaly dog?"
>You aren't sure what it is your feeling as she says this, but the look she's giving you is one you've never seen before.  It angers you to no end.
>Your tail stops wagging, and slams the ground with enough force to have each seat, and the pony in it leap into the air a solid inch.
>Miss Cheerilee looks up at you, and you calm down, partially from her, and partially because the whelp is now face down in a drift of snow you made before they came out.
>"*ahem*  Now children, I want all of you to say your favorite word, and then We'll have Mr. Anonymous here try and say them back.  Lst's start with…"
>All of the ponies are raising their hands, and the now red-faced Whelp looks especially eager to get her turn.
>Cheerilee looks to you
>"Why don't you decide first Anonymous, since it is your lesson after all.  And don't worry about how you do, we're here to help you, and the first step is knowing what we have to work with. *Whispers* if any of them act out, they'll be punished accordingly, don't worry."
>Who will you choose?

Dan Tuffs
9:44 PM

Pick Sweetibie Belle!
Alex
9:44 PM

On 5/3/13, at 9:42 PM, The Toglodyte wrote: 
> >Who will you choose
TWIST

PLEASE GOD MAKE IT TWIST
Akame Aome
9:44 PM

I noticed, it seems interesting...

^This

Do it.

>You spot a small soft looking curly maned filly (by the scent), and she looks desperate, so you nod to her.
>All the other kids "aww", but Miss Cheerilee mollifies them by proclaiming that everyone will get a turn so long  as no one dallies.
>You briefly worry, but crush the doubt.  You want to learn, You what to speak better for your acquaintances and friend.
>"Hello Mithter Anonymouth.  My name is Twisth, and my word is 'Candy'!"
>A few of the other small ponies look frustrated, likely planning on saying that as well.
"Can-dee"
>The small one smiles, and takes her seat, looking much happier than she did coming out.  A small white filly with a horn and strangely colored mane stands in her seat going, "Oo-oo!, me next please mister Dinosaur!"
>Her voice is strange.  It makes you feel oddly, not annoyed, but something like that.  You nod your head to her.
>"Yay! My Name is Sweetiebelle, and my favorite word in the world is-"
>DT: "Blankflank!   Hahahahah!"
>The small white one looks crestfallen as the class breaks into a fit of giggles (save for a small yellow one and an orange one), and Miss Cheerilee attempts to get things back in order.
>Will you do anything, or will you wait for order to return?

Dan Tuffs
9:57 PM

Growl. Don't roar or anything, just growl at DT

Maybe lean in on it too
Lumber
9:58 PM

^

>You stand at your full height and take a single step forward, looking straight down onto the Annoying whelps desk.  She attempts to play off what you smell to be fear, by laughing hastily, and you simply growl, allowing your teeth to show for effect.
>You may not have understood the joke, but you understand that it hurt the little white (not really) annoying one.
>You continue staring down onto her, unblinking until Miss Cheerilee clears her throat. 
>You relent, and lean back onto your tail again ( you don't move though, you're still right at her desk), and nod once more to the one who got interrupted.
>"My name is Sweetiebelle, and my favorite word is Rarity!"
>Her voice cracks in a way that reminds you of the time Miss Cheerilee dragged some chalk across a last lesson to get your attention.  But there is something endearing about it, oddly enough.
"Reritee"
>The little squeaky one squeaks again, and sits down, looking very happy you did decently.
>"I'm sorry everyone, but I'm sure that Mr. Anonymous has other things he needs to do today.  And i'm also sure that he'll be willing come learn with us all again, right Mr. Anonymous?"
>Well?

Dan Tuffs
10:08 PM

Second, I bet Anon can say yes at this point. So say yes, then visit purple smart quickly?

"Yers, dun like whelp, like sqearky one.  Thank your."
>You bow your head to the ground before the little ponies, and they all thank you back.
>You watch as the class grabs their seats, and begin filing back into the classroom.
>The squeaky one stops and looks up at you before dropping her chair and tackling your leg.
>She holds there.  She feels very warm,  you lean down to nuzzle her, and you remember how you did this with your young before.
>She lets go, and says goodbye before being the last into the classroom.
>You blink some dust out of your eyes, and consider where you will go now.  There is still some time before Mayor Mare is done for today.
>Where will you go?

Baratone
10:24 PM

Now is the time for food
Dan Tuffs
10:26 PM

We can pronounce it now, but may as well leave that for a later time. We have no reason to find her, really. Food seems logical
Dan Tuffs
10:28 PM

Best bros

Let us hang with our bro while we mow down on some... manticore sounds tasty.

>You feel hungry, an decide that it would be ill advised to stick around while anything less than stuffed, so you Make your way to your nest, and look around for anything you could chow on.
>Unfortunately you were feeling a bit existential last night, and ate all of the manticore you managed to keep good.
>You hear your stomach growl, and decide that it's time for a spot of hunting.
>You feel the instinctual predator you were begin thrashing about inside your head, and calm him by letting him know that he'll get to come out soon enough.
>First things first though, you want to find the one who has two, and is like you, but doesn't eat.
>The path to her nest is cramped, and you trample a few trees on your way there. 
>"Silence has never been yours in here.  Lucky for you, we consider each other peers."
>You don't even bother turning around.  You were actually surprised it took her this long to speak up.  She'd been sitting on your back for the last couple trees.
>You speak to her in a way that only she understands, and she simply smiles.
>"Manticore bones and stingers were always difficult for me to acquire all alone.  Now that I have you, I get some every other time I leave my home!"
>You stop and turn your head up.  You have the smell.
>Female.  27 years.  Injured.  Scared.  Prey.
>"I know that look you wear.  When I look on it, I should only hope, I don't show my fear."
>How will you hunt this prey?  Will you try and use your mind?  Or will you let the predator out.  Zecora Knows how to shove him back in and pull you out.  She can take care of herself.  And she'll keep you from dying of poison.

Dan Tuffs
10:49 PM

I vote mind, but I won't be sticking around to see what happens. Will you be putting any of this on a pastebin, ToG?


>Zecora looks to you, ready to push you down and pull out the predator, but you shake your head at her and continue forward.  Trying to get as close as you can to the prey before charging out.
>"Truly I am glad to see, that you won't always rely on me."
>You feel Zecora leave your back, and after a minute of rustling, not even your nose could tell you where she went.  
>You put your nose to the air one more time, and know that you are close enough.
>You gather all your energy into your legs, and after a mo=ments concentration, let loose a roar that can be heard in ponyville.
>You charge forth through the brush, knocking down trees, and catching sight of your intended prey.  She leaves a trail of blood in her wake, and you quickly gain.  
>She looks back, and sees she will not outrun you.
>She stops, and turns to face you.  The predator tells you to charge forward, pain is temporary, and poison will not subdue you.  You are the kind Dinosaur.
>You hesitate a second too long, and have just enough time to turn and avoid a sting to the stomach.  instead it connects with your leg, and you feel the toxin as it begins destroying the nerves.
>You push forward with what strength you have, and snap your jaws shut around her throat.
>You bite and pull as hard as you can.
>You hear a satisfying crack, and feel the body go limp beneath you.
>You let loose a roar of victory and begin tearing onto the succulent flesh.
>You hear rustling in the bushes behind you, and remember about Zecora soon enough to stop your tail from swatting her.
>"An injury you did sustain, bite down, for this will involve great deal of pain."
>You do as you are told, and chomp down, bracing for the pain.
>It comes as a white hot spear through your leg that nearly sends you onto your back.  You manage to keep balance however, and look towards the now bloodied Zebra as she spits into a vial a tar-like substance.
>"Manticore venom, not easily gotten, such freedoms,  here's hoping you're not spoiling me rotten."
>You continue tearing the manticore apart, allowing Zecora to pick out specific portions, pieces of the heart, the liver, the bones,  and of course, all the poisonous parts.
>Soon enough, the edible parts have been eaten, and the parts otherwise useful have been catalogued and stored somewhere by Zecora.
>You look up and see that sky has begun to darken.  No stars yet, but soon MM will be out.
>You give Zecora a ride back, and after a thanks and a goodbye, your back at home doing your best to look good.
>That's when you notice that your hoodie is almost entirely soaked in blood.  Fresh blood at that.  And you can't remove it on your own.  What will you do?

Alex
11:21 PM

>Go see Rarity so she can take it off.

>Then go see MM

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