i-darkstar-x asked:
king-meleki answered:
Strange. Okie, want to post public?
(( Very well then. ^^ At least until fanmails works, if you like.
((Can you start us off?))
(( Sure. How shall we begin?
(Up to you
(( Alright. ^^ Quick question: do you like polymorphs?
(What are those?
(( Biological organisms that can change their size, shape, sex, species, etc., at will. Impossibilities, or “Imps” for short, are a species of polymorphs. Their default form is typically a Pegasus, white coat, white mane and tail, and blue eyes. Most change their eye color and mane and tail color at some point in their lives. They were repurposed by an extinct ancient civilization as a pet species, even though they were sapient. The Imps were more than happy to be their pets though, and when “domesticated” (wink wink nudge nudge) they can be one of the most loyal companions possible, especially since they believe that their respective owner(s) can do no wrong, to them or others.
Oh cool, kind of like a changeling
(( Pretty much so. The difference being every cell in their body has nerve endings and blood vessels, etc., including hair. This makes them very sensitive. (in ALL meanings of the word. ^^) If I recall, the Changeling morphing is magic-based, while the Imps’ is literally reshuffling their cells and genes.
(Yeah, I like this
(( Thanks. ^^ So “you” happen to stumble upon one, fresh from Spawning? [Spontaneous transportation from a pocket dimension where they are “grown”]
((Sure’
(( OK. ^^))
To some, Winter is an agonizing time of year. Snow to shovel, risk of hypothermia, risk of a blizzard, risk of nuclear war, (OK maybe not that one…) risk of running plum-dumb out of food, etc. and etc.. However, many others disagree, seeing it as a time to frolic, to enjoy the company of one’s family. As hilariously ridiculous as it seems, there is a third section that are experiencing their very first Winter, and not at risk of any sort. I have no idea who, in general, but I do know of one. A few miles northeast of Ponyville, (but not as far as Greenpoint City) a sudden blur of brilliant white energy in a vortex exploded into existence, creating a shrill whooshing noise that pushed everything near it away that could be budged. The whooshing increased in volume and tone until it ruptured in a sock wave of energy that was really all smoke and mirrors. However, what was left behind was the real McCoy. An Imp lay motionless on the grass the vortex had cleared of snow. However, it was not unconscious. It was confused. The creature was at a loss for words. Life had leapt into it, without warning, without explanation. But this was not deterring, as some brief pockets of information about himself blinked by in its mind, such as how to breathe. With a gasp, it leapt up, stumbled, then faceplanted into the snow almost immediately. Clearly walking had not yet shown up in its memory. For the next few seconds, it lay there, absentmindedly making a snow-angel as it learned more and more about itself.
