Tag Archives: Moeru

Keystone

They entered Chowa in a sort of triumphial procession: not through anything they’d done, at least that day, but simply because ponies lined the streets from the outskirts of the city all the way to the amphitheater where they’d set up and play. The ponies stood in Neighponnese politeness, not blocking the way, not even cheering—but staring, rapt, as if they were already planning to tell their grandfoals ‘that was the day I watched Octavia and DJ Pon-3 perform for all of Neighpon’.

Big Macintosh’s ears were laid back as he pulled the cart, but apart from that he was not perturbed. He’d had mares stare at him that way before. Anyhoof, it was the cargo of the cart he pulled which bore the brunt of the attention. Continue reading

Vs

Kawa and Yosuru crept through the night, keeping near the treeline and peering around by the light of the moon and stars.

Kawa looked up, sharply. “Do you feel that?” he asked, but one glance told him that his Kirin companion felt it, too.

Wrongness. Wickedness, tragedy, injustice, lurking in the shadows… Continue reading

Chiaroscuro

At the edge of the clearing, near the outskirts of town, a lovely grey mare with green eyes and sandy mane and tail walked out into the sunlight.

She blinked, her ears quirking back in surprise. Not at an unexpected sound… but an unexpected absence of sound.

She glanced back. Continue reading