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MLP FIM RP With JessicaLovesMusicCrimson Cain walked into Ponyville's main square, only to bump into somepony. "Hey, watch it!" she said. The pony had almost knocked her glasses of. Who knows what would've happened if her glasses came off. She checked her flank to make sure her cutie mark was still gone. Twilight Sparkle had poofed it away as a huge favor. But they weren't friends. "What do you want?" Crimson asked the pony.
FrustrationI AM SO MAD RIGHT NOW! I HAD TO TYPE UP DEVIL-ANT-ART20'S FREAKING MEME THING THREE FREAKING TIMES! AND EACH TIME, MY LAPTOP WOULD REFRESH AND IT WOULD DELETE EVERYTHING, NOT GIVING ME A CHANCE TO COPY AND PASTE ANYTHING! I'LL DO IT TOMORROW, BUT I'M SO FREAKING FRUSTRATED! RAWR! >.
Juniper and the Lost Race: Chapter TwoJuniper and the Lost Race
Chapter Two: Sarisa My Sister
“Hey! What’re you doing here?! Juniper. . .? It is you! Hey, Juniper!” a soprano voice said. I turned around and a redhead stood behind me. I cocked my head curiously. Who was this human, and how did they know my name? “Ha ha! Don’t you remember me? I guess not We didn’t spend a lot of time together during training. Hm. . . Hey, you’re acting kind of strange. Is something wrong?” she asked. “I’m fine.” I replied to the stranger.
“. . .You’re lying. Juniper you look pretty shook up. That’s not like you at all. Whatever it is, you’re going to be fine. I’ve got your back We’re both on the same side! Now, tell me the truth.” she insisted. She was my kind too? In Reve’s eyes, it was a stupid decision, but I told her. “You lost your memory during landing? Well, that explains why you didn’t remember me In that cas
Juniper and the Lost RaceJuniper and the Lost Race
Chapter One: Meeting Reve
Once there was prosperity. Three tribes thrived of old, and gave birth to divinity. Then, there was war. The rift between god and mortal cut through the tribes like a blade. Then there was desolation. A vast emptiness and nothing more. Two centuries went by. People survived, and pushed back against the edge of oblivion. Until today. In the middle of a bright sky, a shadow covered the moon. And the forgotten ones swooped down from the heavens.
My eyes fluttered open. Where was I? I was lying down in mud; in the middle of some wetlands, with lush, grassy fields. There were damp, rotten boardwalks instead of roads. It was raining terribly, getting my clothes wet. What did my clothes look like? I was wearing a long pink blouse with two purple circles on the shoulders, and two near the ends of the cloth. Under that I was wearing black short-shorts, and my skin was tan. I had on white gloves, black knee socks, white knee socks over it, and
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