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Post by nebula on Dec 23, 2011 2:09:58 GMT -5
Aside from his usual qualms of the ever-increasing activities of the Cult, Nebula was a pony who had normally been alone. Ever since he could remember after the black galaxy appeared on his flank: he longed to travel the vastness of the planet and his beloved land of Equestria. But today seemed particularly different. Winter was coming to an end, so the sunny days were more prominent as they were warm, but this didn't excite him.
In fact, he had spent most of his days in Hoofington, lounging around. He had met a few ponies -- one who owned a cafe that had a special on bread, a very cheerful Southern Belle named Apple Cider, and a rather stern yet kind-hearted earth pony named Quillson Oatswrite. Next thing he knew, they all just went faded into existence and did they're own thing. None of them warranted any inspiration to travel again, that is unless the fear of the Cult got him first. Nebula knew full well that running wasn't the best solution, but he wanted to stay a neutral party within the conflict. With these thoughts gathered in his head, Nebula got up and stretched his body.
I've been laying in the dirt for a couple days now. If I don't get a move-on, more ponies are gonna think I'm some sort of vagabond...which there's no doubt I am. But just because I am one, that doesn't mean I have to look the part too. He continued to think as he walked towards the edge of town. His pace was sluggish and rusty. Anypony could have caught up to him at this rate.
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