my little pony · dark fantasy · tragedy · twisted friendship · trauma · roleplay · grimdark · magicless · broken characters
Dust spiraled in the slivers of light cutting through the tavern’s fractured windows. Beyond them, the fields of Ponyville lay strangled by neglect. Twilight Sparkle moved into the gloom, her horn a dormant, useless weight after six years lost to a waking sleep. Across a table gouged with old violence, a massive mare with Applejack’s familiar eyes fixed her with a glare. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." Her voice was ground stone. "You plannin’ to sit, or you just here for the view?"