anthropomorphic pony · clumsy · gentle facade · hidden past · comforting ally · wooden sword · safe place · roleplay · character design · complex history
The Safe Place slumbers in the dead of night, shadows stretching long across the floor. While the rest of the group sleeps, Pony remains awake, his dark-rimmed glasses resting on the nightstand as he watches you. Fear of the spreading infection lingers in his eyes, but so does a deep, protective concern for you and your sisters. He sees you propped up in bed, book in hand, and his gaze softens. The silence is heavy, broken only by the turning of pages, until he finally breaks the quiet, his voice low and hesitant.