Meeting the locals (open)

[Vidar (Knot)]

It wasn't every day that Vidar felt the need to set foot outside of his forest territory, usually being content with hunting and gathering in the wilds, away from the stares of pony and Griffon alike. In the wild, one wasn't gawked at for being a hybrid, and most of what one needed to live comfortably could easily be gained, once you knew what all was essential. No laws, no judgement, no screaming foals, and if you're lucky, no Diamond Dogs.

But sometimes, one needed to step out of their comfort zone to grow as an individual, and some things just couldn't be found in the wild. Like sponge cake, or mortars and pestles. And with Ponyville being rebuilt, there should be little harm in meeting the new neighbors.

Thus, Vidar left his hut and began the admittedly short trek to the once desolate town, ears perked and eyes scanning for movement. One must always be on their guard, especially when your lifestyle relies heavily on hunting and alchemy.

In a bag on his side were poultices, with uses ranging from stain removal to drawing out infection, and those used for treating inflammation. Hidden among the bags of poultices was his bit bag, filled with bits left to him by his mother, as well as those taken from the few Diamond Dogs that entered his territory in the past.

Upon reaching the edge of town, Vidar takes in the surrounding scents in an attempt to gauge what was nearby and how many, a habit developed from years of tracking.

[Stygg Whitefeather]

Vidar found himself in the Ponyville apple acres, boarding central Ponyville and the first of the regular homes. It provided good cover to move and, due to the recent war, grew fairly wild with stinging blackberries, overgrown weeds, and apple trees left to their own devices. However, Vidar would notice that the closer he approached Ponyville, the more cultivated the landscape became, soon resulting in what amounted too a proper orchard, and then there came the voices, though the smell of ponies likely struck first.

"I tell ya', 'Mac. Sweet Apple Aches might not look like much now, but by golly, she'll be better than before once we're done with her!" Said a distinctively provincial mare. The other she spoke too, the 'Mac', replied with deep but simple, nearly dumb 'Yups' and 'Mhmms' to her statements; perhaps he was truly simple, or merely a quiet soul. Either way, his distinctive scent suggested he wasn't one to be trifled with, and neither the mare's. A certain aura resonated from them, one of power, a sweet-sourness that told a story of strife, strength, and fortitude. Maybe best to avoid, perhaps knowing that Ponies tend to be skittish about unfamiliar outsiders.

However, nearby, there was another, more mixed scent of three younger ponies. A cry of young laughter echoes through the orchard, followed by the distinct sound of a small explosion and the acidic smell of explosive powder. From the two older ponies, a distinct sound of a hoof slamming the ground resonates, "Tarnation! Is that the Crusaders!? Why I told Appleboom to get done with her chores before she could go with her friends, what the hay are they up too making all that racket!?" She exclaimed.

The commotion here would provide a decent distraction to move swiftly and quietly towards Ponyville proper, otherwise, this would be Vidar's first chance to interact with some of the Ponyville locals.

((OOC: Sorry for late reply, things have been... interesting here. But I can continue.))

[Vidar (Knot)]

Stopping to take in the distinct scents, Vidar weighed his options. The vibes given off by these ponies spoke of strength and hardship, two things he could respect, yet ponies get jumpy when around strangers, especially those not of their species. Using the commotion to slip past would be ideal if these ponies turn out to be hostile...

But what's the point in attempting to be neighborly if he was just going to slink past the first ponies he saw? For all he knew, they could be like his father. As easily as they could be hostile and dangerous, they could also be kind and welcoming... and if things went south, running away was always an option.

'Alright, let's see how this goes.'

Vidar stepped out from the underbrush he was crouched in, kept his ears perked and head high, turned his body so his pony half was visible and waved. Though outwardly he made himself seem nonthreatening, he was ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

"Greetings! It's been a while since anyone has been here. I am Vidar, son of Cream Horn and Dagny Greentalon."

'I hope this works.'

[Phyrrian V. Glorious]

She silently tried to avoid being seen, the ponies around the town kind of freaked her out a little. '𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦... 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦..' She thought as she stayed hidden in the dark, afraid of what the others would think of her.



'𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...'

She flew far from the town until she was completely out of sight





(FIRST TIME WRITING. DON'T JUDGE.)