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In Northern Equestria on the Changeling side, Spark has given refuge to a mare claiming to be stalked by a Changeling drone.
In the southeast, in Baltimare, Amber tries to slip past police in her infiltration of the Police Headquarters. Iron prepares for his next fight against griffin gangsters. Silver enjoys downtime, and Midnight checks out a local church.
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>>148872
“Alright. We are going to have to split up. All of you will make it to the truck while I am the decoy for the changelings to follow. I’ll buy some items and make an illusion of you following me into the park. By the time they realize what is going on, you can drive on out of here.”
“Alright. We are going to have to split up. All of you will make it to the truck while I am the decoy for the changelings to follow. I’ll buy some items and make an illusion of you following me into the park. By the time they realize what is going on, you can drive on out of here.”
>>148874
Spark returns to the front and buys a lantern with some rope.
“I don’t suppose you have any coffee or tea?”
Spark returns to the front and buys a lantern with some rope.
“I don’t suppose you have any coffee or tea?”
>>148875
“We don’t have traditional tea or coffee with caffeine. But we do have herbal Ironwort tea, and both acorn and barley coffee.”
“We don’t have traditional tea or coffee with caffeine. But we do have herbal Ironwort tea, and both acorn and barley coffee.”
>>148882
*poof*
Makade and Wellspring appear to walk next to Spark as he walks to the park. There is a low wall of bushes around parts of the park perimeter.
*poof*
Makade and Wellspring appear to walk next to Spark as he walks to the park. There is a low wall of bushes around parts of the park perimeter.
Iron wakes up with daylight pouring onto the bed, thankfully not having transformed into an enormous insect. The area of the bed to his left is empty, and the covers are pulled off. Iron himself is only partly covered. To his right, a half foot away, is a mare rolled in bedsheets, still sleeping.
>>148886
lol
With a hefty, satisfied yawn, the native soon crawled out of the covers with an elated smile on his face: Nothing felt better than sleeping with his mares besides him, sharing the touch he craved deep down.
He soon shimmied himself closer to the seemingly sleeping mare and leaned his head to give him a little nuzzle to start the day off on a good note before getting out of bed.
lol
With a hefty, satisfied yawn, the native soon crawled out of the covers with an elated smile on his face: Nothing felt better than sleeping with his mares besides him, sharing the touch he craved deep down.
He soon shimmied himself closer to the seemingly sleeping mare and leaned his head to give him a little nuzzle to start the day off on a good note before getting out of bed.
>>148887
The covers have completely separated from the bed at this point, and a long, flowing red tail sticks out one end of the roll of bedsheets. She looks almost like an eggroll, or a cocoon, and she must have wrapped it around her one or two times. At the front end, only a long white muzzle, and a horn protrudes out. She scrunches lightly, seemingly still asleep at the nuzzle.
The covers have completely separated from the bed at this point, and a long, flowing red tail sticks out one end of the roll of bedsheets. She looks almost like an eggroll, or a cocoon, and she must have wrapped it around her one or two times. At the front end, only a long white muzzle, and a horn protrudes out. She scrunches lightly, seemingly still asleep at the nuzzle.
>>148888
1488 check
Iron couldn't help but chuckle softly and give Sands a little stroke of her mane in response, hoping to soothe the overly mild inconvenience with a gentler gesture, before finally getting out of bed proper with a determined glint in his eye and an eager smile, ready to face breakfast. After such a good note, he couldn't help but feel the greatest he's ever been since he got out of his jungle.
1488 check
Iron couldn't help but chuckle softly and give Sands a little stroke of her mane in response, hoping to soothe the overly mild inconvenience with a gentler gesture, before finally getting out of bed proper with a determined glint in his eye and an eager smile, ready to face breakfast. After such a good note, he couldn't help but feel the greatest he's ever been since he got out of his jungle.
>>148890
Knowing his wicked sin had been pardoned with Sands' small smile, Iron daintily trotted out of the bedroom and onto the kitchen, wondering if Cauldron was still around or had gone to do her work.
Knowing his wicked sin had been pardoned with Sands' small smile, Iron daintily trotted out of the bedroom and onto the kitchen, wondering if Cauldron was still around or had gone to do her work.
>>148892
Iron stood still, now a little lost and the slightest bit disappointed, before shrugging it off. He knew Cauldron's heart was intertwined with his now, and it was enough to soothe his small bout of sadness from not displaying his affection before the zebra mare left.
He soon walked over to the magic freezing place, carefully opening it to see if there was anything he could take while also feeling the slightest bit embarrassed at his actions: He may be being uncouth by doing this.
Iron stood still, now a little lost and the slightest bit disappointed, before shrugging it off. He knew Cauldron's heart was intertwined with his now, and it was enough to soothe his small bout of sadness from not displaying his affection before the zebra mare left.
He soon walked over to the magic freezing place, carefully opening it to see if there was anything he could take while also feeling the slightest bit embarrassed at his actions: He may be being uncouth by doing this.
>>148894
The native hummed softly, a bit unsure which one to pick while he shivered slightly from the cold inside, before shakily yet cautiously picking up the cassava noodles for him to eat for him. A thought soon crossed his mind however: What should he bring the still sleeping Sands?
She is not much of an eater... Iron mused, wondering what would be a good way to brighten the unicorn up. I think coffee or tea would work... but I have no idea how to make that or if she would even like it.
With that thought in mind, he soon took the plate to the table and tentatively tried out the food he took out while ensuring the freezing box was properly closed.
The native hummed softly, a bit unsure which one to pick while he shivered slightly from the cold inside, before shakily yet cautiously picking up the cassava noodles for him to eat for him. A thought soon crossed his mind however: What should he bring the still sleeping Sands?
She is not much of an eater... Iron mused, wondering what would be a good way to brighten the unicorn up. I think coffee or tea would work... but I have no idea how to make that or if she would even like it.
With that thought in mind, he soon took the plate to the table and tentatively tried out the food he took out while ensuring the freezing box was properly closed.
>>148895
It's... Well... It's cold. Iron's had cassava noodles before, but they were fresh and warm then. It's not quite as good cold.
It's... Well... It's cold. Iron's had cassava noodles before, but they were fresh and warm then. It's not quite as good cold.
>>148896
Iron exhaled softly before pushing through the meal to finish it, despite the underwhelming flavor of the cold food. It at least let him focus on his thinking. I have to give her something to give her a good mood for the rest of the day, the native pondered specially after...
He trailed off, gaze becoming a little unfocused as Sands' hissing and her wounds after Koptis did his number on her.
Iron exhaled softly before pushing through the meal to finish it, despite the underwhelming flavor of the cold food. It at least let him focus on his thinking. I have to give her something to give her a good mood for the rest of the day, the native pondered specially after...
He trailed off, gaze becoming a little unfocused as Sands' hissing and her wounds after Koptis did his number on her.
>>148897
One, two stabs in the chest and the belly.
The cassava noodles still have a good texture to them though.
One, two stabs in the chest and the belly.
The cassava noodles still have a good texture to them though.
>>148898
Every stab hurt his fragile little soul a little more at the reminder, egging him further to give Sands a good morning at the very least. Think, Iron, think! he pressured himself as he ensured his plate/bowl was fully clean of any remnants so as to not waste any food. ...maybe a cuddle? That does not sound more like a good night thing...
The native's brow furrowed further, tapping the table with his hoof in an attempt to squeeze out a viable method to brighten her day.
Every stab hurt his fragile little soul a little more at the reminder, egging him further to give Sands a good morning at the very least. Think, Iron, think! he pressured himself as he ensured his plate/bowl was fully clean of any remnants so as to not waste any food. ...maybe a cuddle? That does not sound more like a good night thing...
The native's brow furrowed further, tapping the table with his hoof in an attempt to squeeze out a viable method to brighten her day.
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>>148900
Iron huffed softly, soon picking up the plate and idly take it back to the kitchen, wondering it would even go as the vines of thought kept their swinging. Maybe a kiss? he wondered, unsure. ...maybe that could work, but I have to do it the right way... which I do not really know...
The native's snout scrunched lightly, starting to feel a little frustrated at the lack of a clear answer, but started to lean into the kiss approach as he figured she may enjoy it even if it's bad. Why is she so hard to read? he grumbled in his head, feeling himself quite distant from her regardless of the time spent together. She feels so far away sometimes...
Iron huffed softly, soon picking up the plate and idly take it back to the kitchen, wondering it would even go as the vines of thought kept their swinging. Maybe a kiss? he wondered, unsure. ...maybe that could work, but I have to do it the right way... which I do not really know...
The native's snout scrunched lightly, starting to feel a little frustrated at the lack of a clear answer, but started to lean into the kiss approach as he figured she may enjoy it even if it's bad. Why is she so hard to read? he grumbled in his head, feeling himself quite distant from her regardless of the time spent together. She feels so far away sometimes...
>>148901
Far away in heart, far away in spirit… Iron is now physically maybe 20 feet away, if even that, separated by a wall from line of sight.
Far away in heart, far away in spirit… Iron is now physically maybe 20 feet away, if even that, separated by a wall from line of sight.
>>148902
Such prevailing thoughts only served to scrunch his snout further, deciding to simply place the place on one of the kitchen counters for the time being and walk back to the bedroom, steeling himself and soon reminding himself just how much she meant to him... only to find it mostly blank and not all that heart-warming. Why is it so hard to lift her spirits? he muttered in his head. Is there something wrong with me that cannot connect with her aside from her smoking hot, fluffy body?
Such prevailing thoughts only served to scrunch his snout further, deciding to simply place the place on one of the kitchen counters for the time being and walk back to the bedroom, steeling himself and soon reminding himself just how much she meant to him... only to find it mostly blank and not all that heart-warming. Why is it so hard to lift her spirits? he muttered in his head. Is there something wrong with me that cannot connect with her aside from her smoking hot, fluffy body?
>>148903
Iron enters the bedroom to see white Sands sitting up on the bed, cocooned in the bedsheets, but with her head sticking out, and her tail wrapped around herself. She has an expression of pure dread on her face, and disheveled mane. Her eyes cone up to meet Iron, but then come back down as her head, angled down, stares at the point where the dresser meets the carpet on the floor in front of the bed.
Iron enters the bedroom to see white Sands sitting up on the bed, cocooned in the bedsheets, but with her head sticking out, and her tail wrapped around herself. She has an expression of pure dread on her face, and disheveled mane. Her eyes cone up to meet Iron, but then come back down as her head, angled down, stares at the point where the dresser meets the carpet on the floor in front of the bed.
>>148903
Whatever upsetting, pessimistic thoughts Iron had on Sands soon vanished as he witnessed the fluffy pony in dire need of comfort, quickly trotting next to her, climbing up the bed and giving her a hasty yet concerned hug from behind with his head laying on her withers.
Whatever upsetting, pessimistic thoughts Iron had on Sands soon vanished as he witnessed the fluffy pony in dire need of comfort, quickly trotting next to her, climbing up the bed and giving her a hasty yet concerned hug from behind with his head laying on her withers.
>>148905
squeaky
Iron is a bit separated from her by layers of bedsheets, but there’s no question that she’s vulnerable to hugging.
squeaky
Iron is a bit separated from her by layers of bedsheets, but there’s no question that she’s vulnerable to hugging.
>>148906
The bigger stallion soon started to idly stroke Sands' blanket wrapped body with his bulky forelegs, trying his damndest to cheer the unicorn mare up after finding her in such a drastic state. It was his sworn duty as Sands' stallion to ensure she was properly taken care of both physically and emotionally!
The bigger stallion soon started to idly stroke Sands' blanket wrapped body with his bulky forelegs, trying his damndest to cheer the unicorn mare up after finding her in such a drastic state. It was his sworn duty as Sands' stallion to ensure she was properly taken care of both physically and emotionally!
>>148907
This seems to get some positive response, as she raises her head up. Then she volunteers:
“Today is the day I hear back from my mother.”
This seems to get some positive response, as she raises her head up. Then she volunteers:
“Today is the day I hear back from my mother.”
>>148908
"I see," Iron uttered understandingly, continuing to dutifully provide some physical comfort for the unicorn as she opened up to him. "Will you have to go if it is bad news?"
"I see," Iron uttered understandingly, continuing to dutifully provide some physical comfort for the unicorn as she opened up to him. "Will you have to go if it is bad news?"
>>148909
“I might.” She says vacantly.
“But it’s not about whether it’s bad news.” She says, and pauses for a while. When she starts again, she says
“Whatever that telegram says, I know what it won’t say:
‘I was worried about you. I’m glad you’re okay. You did your best, even if it wasn’t enough.’”
With the last word, she breaks out crying, lowering her head and attempting to bury it in the bedsheets.
“I might.” She says vacantly.
“But it’s not about whether it’s bad news.” She says, and pauses for a while. When she starts again, she says
“Whatever that telegram says, I know what it won’t say:
‘I was worried about you. I’m glad you’re okay. You did your best, even if it wasn’t enough.’”
With the last word, she breaks out crying, lowering her head and attempting to bury it in the bedsheets.
>>148910
Iron's gaze softened even further, continuing to hold the bawling mare and give her sheet-covered body a tender stroke of his forelegs, giving Sands all the time she needed to properly vent out her frustrations. Does her mother really not care about her? he thought to himself, tempted to ask about it but feeling he'd just open her wound further.
Nevertheless, the native could definitely understand lacking comfort from his progenitors: It was part of growing up to stop relying on your relatives to prop oneself up back in the tribe. If he tried to go back and make contact with them again, he'd most likely be faced with immense disappointment and disapproval, just like her with White's supposed work.
Iron frankly didn't really have anything to say after that. All he knew he could do for sure was to be there for Sands, supporting her with his warm, short fur and big, bleeding heart.
Iron's gaze softened even further, continuing to hold the bawling mare and give her sheet-covered body a tender stroke of his forelegs, giving Sands all the time she needed to properly vent out her frustrations. Does her mother really not care about her? he thought to himself, tempted to ask about it but feeling he'd just open her wound further.
Nevertheless, the native could definitely understand lacking comfort from his progenitors: It was part of growing up to stop relying on your relatives to prop oneself up back in the tribe. If he tried to go back and make contact with them again, he'd most likely be faced with immense disappointment and disapproval, just like her with White's supposed work.
Iron frankly didn't really have anything to say after that. All he knew he could do for sure was to be there for Sands, supporting her with his warm, short fur and big, bleeding heart.
>>148911
White Sands cries, and leans onto Iron, eventually burying her muzzle into his fur. After a little longer, she starts to remove the bedsheets to try to be closer to Iron.
White Sands cries, and leans onto Iron, eventually burying her muzzle into his fur. After a little longer, she starts to remove the bedsheets to try to be closer to Iron.
>>148912
Iron gladly helped Sands get closer to him, unwrapping the unicorn from her sheet fortress with tender accuracy before pulling her head into his rather lacking yet wholly willing chest fluff, allowing her to hear his beating heart slowly thumping against his chest.
All the while, he ensured the body stroking carried onwards to ensure Sands felt cared for, despite Iron's frustrations over failing to properly understand her fully.
Iron gladly helped Sands get closer to him, unwrapping the unicorn from her sheet fortress with tender accuracy before pulling her head into his rather lacking yet wholly willing chest fluff, allowing her to hear his beating heart slowly thumping against his chest.
All the while, he ensured the body stroking carried onwards to ensure Sands felt cared for, despite Iron's frustrations over failing to properly understand her fully.
>>148913
Iron may not really understand her. He might never understand her. But anypony could understand she needs affection, and most especially, validation, from somepony right now. She’s still soft and fluffy. Like a pillow, really, and she hold onto him. She stops the actual crying after not much time. But she hasn’t recovered.
Iron may not really understand her. He might never understand her. But anypony could understand she needs affection, and most especially, validation, from somepony right now. She’s still soft and fluffy. Like a pillow, really, and she hold onto him. She stops the actual crying after not much time. But she hasn’t recovered.
>>148914
Iron took a deep inhale, ensuring Sands was snug between his large, muscular frame and his thick forelegs, wondering what could he even say: Should he bring up how she foolishly tried to finish his job, even though such a thing twisted the knife inside his heart? Should he call her sexy, even though such a thing is as superficial as saying he had a grey coat? Should he comment on how creative she is, even though it's used just to spice up their fledgling love life?
Everywhere he looked, Iron would find the doors to give Sands what she needed right now were locked shut in his mind. Everything would just heighten her insecure self from their shared experiences so far. None led to success, as far as he could see.
Iron's soul became just a little heavier from guilt, not finding any suitable response to provide Sands the comfort she so desperately desires.
Iron took a deep inhale, ensuring Sands was snug between his large, muscular frame and his thick forelegs, wondering what could he even say: Should he bring up how she foolishly tried to finish his job, even though such a thing twisted the knife inside his heart? Should he call her sexy, even though such a thing is as superficial as saying he had a grey coat? Should he comment on how creative she is, even though it's used just to spice up their fledgling love life?
Everywhere he looked, Iron would find the doors to give Sands what she needed right now were locked shut in his mind. Everything would just heighten her insecure self from their shared experiences so far. None led to success, as far as he could see.
Iron's soul became just a little heavier from guilt, not finding any suitable response to provide Sands the comfort she so desperately desires.
>>148915
She loosens up a little bit, calming down. Remaining in Iron's embrace, she eases her way down on the bed. Iron can feel that her wounds are quite a bit better than they were yesterday, though they are still noticeable.
For whatever else Iron may think of her, and for whatever problems he may have with her, one thing is certain. It is often asked of friends and companions "would they be there for you in a time of need?" For White Sands, Iron need never wonder. For when Iron's strength has failed him and he's at his worst of luck, she really would jump in to save him; to take a knife for him from a professional murderer twice her size. Not even Black Cauldron has done the same, and very few would do the same.
She loosens up a little bit, calming down. Remaining in Iron's embrace, she eases her way down on the bed. Iron can feel that her wounds are quite a bit better than they were yesterday, though they are still noticeable.
For whatever else Iron may think of her, and for whatever problems he may have with her, one thing is certain. It is often asked of friends and companions "would they be there for you in a time of need?" For White Sands, Iron need never wonder. For when Iron's strength has failed him and he's at his worst of luck, she really would jump in to save him; to take a knife for him from a professional murderer twice her size. Not even Black Cauldron has done the same, and very few would do the same.
>>148916
B-but, Iron stuttered back, feeling ashamed to admit it, I am supposed to jump in to save her! Not the other way around!
He couldn't help but grip Sands closer to him, reminding the native of just how near she was to meet her death just for him. While he could try to admire it, his pride made him feel too guilty to spill it out. What sort of stallion would let his mare die for him? That's not how it works!
B-but, Iron stuttered back, feeling ashamed to admit it, I am supposed to jump in to save her! Not the other way around!
He couldn't help but grip Sands closer to him, reminding the native of just how near she was to meet her death just for him. While he could try to admire it, his pride made him feel too guilty to spill it out. What sort of stallion would let his mare die for him? That's not how it works!
>>148918
If she reminds Iron of his great failure, of his insecurity, then perhaps he has something more in common than what he realizes. Both are bound by what cannot be spoken, and what cannot be admitted to. If she is silent, so is he.
She wraps her forelegs around him in a reciprocated hug.
If she reminds Iron of his great failure, of his insecurity, then perhaps he has something more in common than what he realizes. Both are bound by what cannot be spoken, and what cannot be admitted to. If she is silent, so is he.
She wraps her forelegs around him in a reciprocated hug.
>>148919
That is not enough at all! Iron snapped back at his thoughts, his passionate self crashing through his poor self-esteem. What sort of stallion would I be if I just give her some weak feeling that I am in the same boat as her?! I can do better! I know I can!
However, passion by itself isn't going to do anything. He needed a way to properly tackle the problem and give Sands the appreciation that she was starving for. Problem is, where would he even start?
Such a conundrum caused Iron to keep his hold on Sands, afraid to let go in case she may disappear from his life in such a heart-breaking manner the moment he blinked.
That is not enough at all! Iron snapped back at his thoughts, his passionate self crashing through his poor self-esteem. What sort of stallion would I be if I just give her some weak feeling that I am in the same boat as her?! I can do better! I know I can!
However, passion by itself isn't going to do anything. He needed a way to properly tackle the problem and give Sands the appreciation that she was starving for. Problem is, where would he even start?
Such a conundrum caused Iron to keep his hold on Sands, afraid to let go in case she may disappear from his life in such a heart-breaking manner the moment he blinked.
>>148920
Indeed. Hold on tight, lest she slip out of your grip. One mare has already left this morning.
Indeed. Hold on tight, lest she slip out of your grip. One mare has already left this morning.
>>148921
Iron gulped softly at his invasive thoughts, starting to shiver just a bit because of them. The guilt was eating at him, yet all he really knew was to show love, but never tell it. What would words really do for him when actions spoke louder? Actions should convince Sands wholeheartedly that he cares for her, yet he can never find a way to strike that part of her. I-I do not know what to do, he hesitantly admitted to himself, clutching the unicorn ever tighter.
Iron gulped softly at his invasive thoughts, starting to shiver just a bit because of them. The guilt was eating at him, yet all he really knew was to show love, but never tell it. What would words really do for him when actions spoke louder? Actions should convince Sands wholeheartedly that he cares for her, yet he can never find a way to strike that part of her. I-I do not know what to do, he hesitantly admitted to himself, clutching the unicorn ever tighter.
>>148923
The only action he could do, really, would be an action equivalent to what she did for him. He must sacrifice for her, or risk a significant sacrifice. Only in that way, could the favor be repaid in kind.
The only action he could do, really, would be an action equivalent to what she did for him. He must sacrifice for her, or risk a significant sacrifice. Only in that way, could the favor be repaid in kind.
>>148924
H-how would I even do that? Iron asked in turn, desperate enough to willingly go through that path just to make Sands feel better about herself.
H-how would I even do that? Iron asked in turn, desperate enough to willingly go through that path just to make Sands feel better about herself.
>>148925
If Iron can’t get himself stabbed for her, he may have to do something else instead. Something just as painful. He may have to talk to her.
If Iron can’t get himself stabbed for her, he may have to do something else instead. Something just as painful. He may have to talk to her.
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