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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 31, 18:37:27
Sveta jumped as the door behind him opened again, but after hearing the voice, it just seemed like another pony that frequented this place. He smiled and have him a light, "Hello..." before conitinuing on to the living room.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 31, 18:30:52
Sveta rushed in, offering a quick "Thank you." to whomever had opened the door, and then shut it behind him. He shuddered for a moment, and then made his way down the hall, before realizing he was rather damp. Then, he lightly tried to pad his way over to the living room.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 31, 18:21:52
As Sveta neared the diner, a pony emerged from it. Due to the snow, he couldn't quite see who they were, but he waved regardless.
At the diner, he shook most of the remaining snow off, and lightly rapped upon the door, hoping to gain entry.
At the diner, he shook most of the remaining snow off, and lightly rapped upon the door, hoping to gain entry.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 31, 18:09:05
After a few minutes of flying through this, the cold began to seep into Sveta much deeper. With a sigh, he landed lightly. After a moment or two, he let the magic go, and much of the snow that was held on him simply dropped to the ground. Afterwoards, he opened his eyes, grumbling having scraped away only most of the ice. A few moments had passed before he found himself shivering.
Looking around, he found the small outcropping of homes, and made his way towards Check and Greys home.
Looking around, he found the small outcropping of homes, and made his way towards Check and Greys home.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 31, 17:49:16
Sveta flew about as this for a time, smiling Why is there such sadness and misery in snow? He thought over his question.
It is not just because it is temporary, but what it symbolizes.
Snow is our memories. They melt away far too quickly, or are taken by happenstance.
We next to all remember snow from our childhood, and seeing snow reminded us.
It shows us of how far away from it we are, compare to then.
It is beautiful, majestic and unattainable. Each piece is unique and will never come again.
Just as what we have forgotten is. It is tragic, its fate. But we can do little for it.
It has forgotten what it once was.
That is why it is tragic. That is why it is miserable. Because it is the memory's we once had.
It is not just because it is temporary, but what it symbolizes.
Snow is our memories. They melt away far too quickly, or are taken by happenstance.
We next to all remember snow from our childhood, and seeing snow reminded us.
It shows us of how far away from it we are, compare to then.
It is beautiful, majestic and unattainable. Each piece is unique and will never come again.
Just as what we have forgotten is. It is tragic, its fate. But we can do little for it.
It has forgotten what it once was.
That is why it is tragic. That is why it is miserable. Because it is the memory's we once had.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 31, 17:27:31
The lower snow was happier to stick upon him, quick and snappish as it was. However, Sveta found it needing inspiration. So he danced the dance of the wind. Twisting and turning, moving faster and slower, he flew. The snow was slow to grow from this, but it did so in the way if moved, small twists and curled, ridges and valleys. These and more soon dotted across him.
It was then that he tapped into what still small part of pegisi his father had given him. It was rarely enough to help with weathering, and when he was younger, he felt cheated by this. His mother only smiled when he pouted from it, simply saying "You may not push clouds as your father does. That is true, but never forget. You are more special than you realize yet. "
As he smiled like he did once long ago, it began to work. The small ridges upon him gathered snow, only at their peak, flowing behind it as a drapery. The snow was light and weak, it would break at the touch, but looked as a veil. The twists moved over the snow, creating swirls and movements that lined up with each of his sides, almost moving as they stayed. The snow glistened upon his tail, as more snow fell upon it. The snow there seemed to pull farther back, up and around to create a tail end that seemed as an empty cone that shifted and rolled upon itself in the wind. The snow upon his beak pulled farther back, curling around his eyes and streaking through his crest feathers. The light frost it made slowly creaped over his eyes, shut as they were, preventing him from seeing the majesty he had become. The snow had created a mask of change and beauty.
Far more visible than the rest though, his fathers life blood brought to his wings magic. The snow upon them settled over the feathers, appearing to extend them. Past the true feathers of his wings, these snow feathers continued in a veil, see through and curling, but beautiful. One, two... seven feet out behind they went, curls of snow and magic all that kept it together.
Sveta smiled, content, as he lowered himself to a few feet over the ground. There he glided about slowly, happy.
It was then that he tapped into what still small part of pegisi his father had given him. It was rarely enough to help with weathering, and when he was younger, he felt cheated by this. His mother only smiled when he pouted from it, simply saying "You may not push clouds as your father does. That is true, but never forget. You are more special than you realize yet. "
As he smiled like he did once long ago, it began to work. The small ridges upon him gathered snow, only at their peak, flowing behind it as a drapery. The snow was light and weak, it would break at the touch, but looked as a veil. The twists moved over the snow, creating swirls and movements that lined up with each of his sides, almost moving as they stayed. The snow glistened upon his tail, as more snow fell upon it. The snow there seemed to pull farther back, up and around to create a tail end that seemed as an empty cone that shifted and rolled upon itself in the wind. The snow upon his beak pulled farther back, curling around his eyes and streaking through his crest feathers. The light frost it made slowly creaped over his eyes, shut as they were, preventing him from seeing the majesty he had become. The snow had created a mask of change and beauty.
Far more visible than the rest though, his fathers life blood brought to his wings magic. The snow upon them settled over the feathers, appearing to extend them. Past the true feathers of his wings, these snow feathers continued in a veil, see through and curling, but beautiful. One, two... seven feet out behind they went, curls of snow and magic all that kept it together.
Sveta smiled, content, as he lowered himself to a few feet over the ground. There he glided about slowly, happy.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 31, 16:51:47
((Bye Rush! And Goodnight Grizzly!))
Sveta smiled a true and great smile as he rose, words spoken long ago in his ears. The sky is a land of dreams, but you must first wish them. With those words, he knew what he would do.
As he rose, the snow quickly took his outer heat, and some inner, but this was fine. The sky just wanted to be warmed as he was. Besides, the cold felt nice. It was crisp, and different. With a laugh that he rarely gave anymore, he began to swim through the sky.
The snow whipped about him, fast and smarting. He found it pleasant, as it was what he wished. The snow sparkled quick and bright. He closed his eyes, as it was too beautiful to see. The heavens beheld to him the wonder of cold beauty, delightful and dangerous. It was precious to him.
After a few moments of being embraced by the sky, he rose yet again, further to the clouds above.
The higher snow was heaver, thicker, and damp. Within the minute, his outer feathers and fur were damp, and within a minute more, nigh' upon frozen. He disregarded this cold, it was one that he loved, bright and deep as it was. The sky was accepting him.
Soon, he slowed down his brisk pace through the heavens. He wished for this to be enjoyable. As he slowed from a run, to a jog, then to a walk, the snow started to stick to him. Not all at once, but pieces here and there. First his beak, cold and poorly circulated. Then, in dizzying spirals upon his back, creating patterns only the sky could find. Then his tail, limber and flexible. It settled upon his legs and claws, while he held them out to be relieved. And finally upon his wings, quick and mobile as they were.
The snow was not deep, perhaps a centimeter at most, the wind made sure of that. But it was good for him, a cold and removed hug as it was. With a small smile, he lowered himself to the layer below the clouds.
Sveta smiled a true and great smile as he rose, words spoken long ago in his ears. The sky is a land of dreams, but you must first wish them. With those words, he knew what he would do.
As he rose, the snow quickly took his outer heat, and some inner, but this was fine. The sky just wanted to be warmed as he was. Besides, the cold felt nice. It was crisp, and different. With a laugh that he rarely gave anymore, he began to swim through the sky.
The snow whipped about him, fast and smarting. He found it pleasant, as it was what he wished. The snow sparkled quick and bright. He closed his eyes, as it was too beautiful to see. The heavens beheld to him the wonder of cold beauty, delightful and dangerous. It was precious to him.
After a few moments of being embraced by the sky, he rose yet again, further to the clouds above.
The higher snow was heaver, thicker, and damp. Within the minute, his outer feathers and fur were damp, and within a minute more, nigh' upon frozen. He disregarded this cold, it was one that he loved, bright and deep as it was. The sky was accepting him.
Soon, he slowed down his brisk pace through the heavens. He wished for this to be enjoyable. As he slowed from a run, to a jog, then to a walk, the snow started to stick to him. Not all at once, but pieces here and there. First his beak, cold and poorly circulated. Then, in dizzying spirals upon his back, creating patterns only the sky could find. Then his tail, limber and flexible. It settled upon his legs and claws, while he held them out to be relieved. And finally upon his wings, quick and mobile as they were.
The snow was not deep, perhaps a centimeter at most, the wind made sure of that. But it was good for him, a cold and removed hug as it was. With a small smile, he lowered himself to the layer below the clouds.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 31, 16:41:18
As Sveta began to exit his cloud igloo, he smiled. This shall be enjoyed, it is familiar and pleasant, and good. He looked about, his eyes wide and receptive.
The snow glistened like a shimmering sheet of light upon the ground, creating stupendous banks and curves from the sand beneath. In the air, the snowflakes danced a dance of the wind, spectacular motions that could only be seen, and never understood. The air was sharp and crisp, telling that the beautiful was still dangerous if not treated with care, but that was of little matter.
The sky called to him, snow shining and dancing, as it had long ago. With a true grin, Sveta took off for the sky.
The snow glistened like a shimmering sheet of light upon the ground, creating stupendous banks and curves from the sand beneath. In the air, the snowflakes danced a dance of the wind, spectacular motions that could only be seen, and never understood. The air was sharp and crisp, telling that the beautiful was still dangerous if not treated with care, but that was of little matter.
The sky called to him, snow shining and dancing, as it had long ago. With a true grin, Sveta took off for the sky.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 31, 15:52:38
((Now, as for how to salvage what I had done...))
Sveta rolled over, and began to pop his back, the light whispy tendrals of cloud tickling his paws. With a content sight, he sat down on his cloudy floor, and began to think about what had happened.
After the strange stallion had given him his answer, Sveta was shocked. The stallion seemed to hold the idea of snow in a remarkably close fashion to himself, but the stallion focused much more on the attainability, or lack there of, along with the inevitability of it all.
He was unprepared for such a response, and was unable to give his answer in confusion. What he had said, it seemed almost remorseful of it. But with what he did... that doesn't make any sense! his mind grumbled away.
As he knew not what to do, he had simply given the stallion a nod, and went home, a strange and confused look upon his face. Maybe I was wrong... Could what he did have been taken another way though?
At his home, he simply laid on his light and fluffy cloud floor, and tried to sleep, but sleep rarely comes to those whose minds wander so actively.
So, as he was now sitting up, he thought to himself, Now remember, you said you would enjoy this... At least try.
He rolled about to his feet, and made for the entrance to his home.
Sveta rolled over, and began to pop his back, the light whispy tendrals of cloud tickling his paws. With a content sight, he sat down on his cloudy floor, and began to think about what had happened.
After the strange stallion had given him his answer, Sveta was shocked. The stallion seemed to hold the idea of snow in a remarkably close fashion to himself, but the stallion focused much more on the attainability, or lack there of, along with the inevitability of it all.
He was unprepared for such a response, and was unable to give his answer in confusion. What he had said, it seemed almost remorseful of it. But with what he did... that doesn't make any sense! his mind grumbled away.
As he knew not what to do, he had simply given the stallion a nod, and went home, a strange and confused look upon his face. Maybe I was wrong... Could what he did have been taken another way though?
At his home, he simply laid on his light and fluffy cloud floor, and tried to sleep, but sleep rarely comes to those whose minds wander so actively.
So, as he was now sitting up, he thought to himself, Now remember, you said you would enjoy this... At least try.
He rolled about to his feet, and made for the entrance to his home.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach RP OOC
2014 Jul 31, 15:27:24
Oh yes. Something I am often called out for is always, and I mean always, having a plan. However, as I was unable to continue on that route due to... things, I shall go to a contingency!
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach RP OOC
2014 Jul 31, 15:24:14
Oh ever so much! It was delightful! However, while you have taken the idea of them being representative of human failing and unattainable goals, I shall have to work from a very different angle.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach RP OOC
2014 Jul 31, 15:18:34
Holy Snozzwangers! I forgot you guys just rampage type whenever someone disappears! Also *ahem* I AM SO SORRY DAWN! It is just that, well some stuffs went down, and I had to leave, right then. So Sorry!
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 30, 19:27:55
Sveta tried to smile back, but the look ended up more as a grimace, so he stopped. He tried to keep eye contact for a moment, bu couldn't and tore his eyes away from the stallion, and upon the snow. Oddly enough, there was a drawing on the ground, but most of it was scraped away. From what he could see, it seemed to be ponies, and a home. As he looked closer, he found it looked so despondent, so sad and empty. He found the question tumbling out of him before he could think about it.
"Why is there so much sadness and misery in snow?"
"Why is there so much sadness and misery in snow?"
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 30, 19:19:37
Sveta opened his beak to speak, but nothing came out. He coughed once or twice, and tried again,"Just a few questions" The notes of both fear and irritation were in his voice.
The snow felt like a cruel iron blanket, covering and obscuring the world, save for the space around him.
The snow felt like a cruel iron blanket, covering and obscuring the world, save for the space around him.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 30, 19:09:51
((Hi Check! And yes Hazard, I mean Dawn. That is to say Dawn is the one I am moving towards, Hazard.))
Standing a megar few yards from this... this... creature, Sveta slowly came to a stop. As he looked at this stallion, he seemed at a loss for words. His eyes were full of confusion, and perhaps some trepidation
Standing a megar few yards from this... this... creature, Sveta slowly came to a stop. As he looked at this stallion, he seemed at a loss for words. His eyes were full of confusion, and perhaps some trepidation
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 30, 19:03:36
Sveta breathed in, then out very deeply, and began to slowly move forward to the stallion.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 30, 18:51:46
Sveta lightly padded away from where he was before, moving neither closer nor farther away from the pony. The snow no longer seemed light and soft. It seemed cruel and cutting. Hard and cold, but none the less real.
After pivoting the pony ninety degrees, Sveta stood and waited for a moment.
After pivoting the pony ninety degrees, Sveta stood and waited for a moment.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 30, 18:39:27
Sveta saw a brief glimer of magic, but no apparant change to him, or anything else. He was a good distance away, and Sveta developed and idea...
He began to stir, moving up to walk a bit towards the ocean's waves, always with his eyes on the pony.
He began to stir, moving up to walk a bit towards the ocean's waves, always with his eyes on the pony.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 30, 18:27:48
Sveta saw him look around, and then keep his eyes on something. He turned to see what it was.
*beat*
It was him. Him, that... that monster of a pony. Him! Sveta turned to watch Joy for a moment, before seting his eyes back upon... him, and watching.
Watching and waiting.
*beat*
It was him. Him, that... that monster of a pony. Him! Sveta turned to watch Joy for a moment, before seting his eyes back upon... him, and watching.
Watching and waiting.
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Canterlot Archives / Re: Pascalo Beach [SIGN-UP]
2014 Jul 30, 18:20:52
After a moment, the sound of light wailing attrackted Sveta's attention. Looking over, he found a ((Unsure if you are a colt or stallion... regardless same response)) wallowing outside Check and Greys' porch. With a sad shake of his head, he saw something in the corner of his eye.
Joystick! The disaster pony, his mind grumbled. He chuckled a bit, and turned to watch what he might do.
If one so full of misfortune can enjoy this, who is to say we all can?
Joystick! The disaster pony, his mind grumbled. He chuckled a bit, and turned to watch what he might do.
If one so full of misfortune can enjoy this, who is to say we all can?