Lunar Borealis

Hello!!! My name's Oliver, and this is an ooc post for my oc Lunar Borealis! Since this is an rp account, you can send me asks-a-plenty and I'll answer. This acc is purely for mlp, so if you want to see my other art/stories, go to my main, @ra5pberry-jam . I'll be posting every now and then in between making my other series, usually whenever I need a break from them. Hope you guys enjoy!

The ponies shown (besides Lunar) are all made by my friends!!

While I'd love to give base credits, sadly Pinterest doesn't always give them or the right ones, so if you're ever curious about what base I used, I'll send you a picture!

"Oh wow! You have white hooves just like me!" Lunar exclaimed, excitedly taking the hooved of--- if his demeanor didn't put them off--- his newest friend. "Ooo! I just notice your cutie mark! Eek! It's so cool!!!"

Me and my best friend made ponies of each other! He made me (on the left) and I made him (on the right)! I think they're so so cute and super cool, and maybe one will become a side character :3

I think they're such cutie patooties and have no clue what their names would be :p maybe I can quote this once I figure that out

is NOW...

If you don't want to be spoiled for Lunar's storyline, then come back later!

Lunar turned around rather anxiously to see his mother. She was an older and worn unicorn, with bags under her eyes and a regal posture. She held her head high, with water buckets over her back. Lunar was quick to reply, "No one, Mama Crimson."

Crimson looked him over with a careful eye, holding up his chin with her hoof. "I just want to make sure you're not losing it. I don't want to recount that dreadful tale."

"I know, Mama," he replied, as Crimson pulled her hoof away. She walked away and towards their home. "Are you still going foraging tomorrow?"

"Yes, child," Crimson said, Lunar now following quickly behind. "Don't forget your firewood."

"Right!" Lunar turned around and reached for the wood.

"Ah ah," Crimson chided, "use your magic."

Lunar sighed, leaning his head down and taking in a breath. He puffed out his cheek with exertion, struggling to get his magic to spark and do anything but puff out pathetic sparks. He huffed and tried again, finally able to latch onto the wood and drag it. In his defense, he'd chopped a lot of wood. It was rather heavy for his magic.

Crimson nodded approvingly as they brought in their spoils. She set the buckets of water down near their fireplace and walked over to their table to sit and begin to sew. Lunar followed, standing sheepishly nearby. "Mama? What if... there are other ponies outside?"

Crimson paused and raised a brow towards her son, looking him over slowly. "I can assure you, there isn't."

"But hippofetically---"

"Hypothetically."

"Y-Yes, hypothetically, if there were other ponies out there, would they be friendly?"

"No, my boy," Crimson replied, putting down her sewing to beckon Lunar over. She ran a hoof through his hair, leaning forward and speaking in a gentle, and soft tone. "The war made ponies hateful and power hungry. I can't imagine ponies growing up spiteful and alone would be friendly. If you did know about other ponies, you would tell me, wouldn't you?" Lunar slowly nodded with a nervous frown. Crimson gave her son a soft smile, humming, "There's my boy. Now go make dinner."

Lunar lay in bed that night unsure of the way forward. His mother had done nothing but love him, but she was lying to him. Ponies were out there, and they seemed so friendly! Or, at least the one. He sighed, getting out of bed and wandering over to his windowsill. He always got restless late at night, when he could see the moon from his window. Slumping against the sill, he gazed up to the stars with a small sigh. "What am I supposed to do...?" he mumbled idly, as suddenly he perked up. His mother benevolently brought him an old book from before the war. Some pages were torn, but many still remained, like Rockhoof's shovel. And tonight, it pointed directly east where that strange pony had come from. And suddenly a bright light shone from beyond the crest of the hill. Lunar perked up, staring at the strange sign. The sky certainly wouldn't lie to him, unlike his new friend or maybe even his mother... Yet, even beyond the stars, he had the strangest feeling this was somehow his destiny. His heart beat heavy and fast as Lunar was almost pulled towards the window, transfixed by the night sky.

Lunar suddenly shook his head and snapped out of the fixation, bringing his hoof to his horn. It always hurt late in the night, through his mom said he'd grow out of it. That it was normal. But he hadn't... ever. He'd told Crimson it had disappeared, so there was no way he could tell her now. Instead, he'd just have to go to bed and follow his gut.

And curled up in his bed, warm and fuzzy, something reached out towards him. Something just as comforting. Lunar slowly and gently drifted to sleep.

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Sorry this one is short! This just seemed like a natural place to cut off, and also I'm tired :p not of this story but in general

More content to come!

"Thank you? I think? I've never seen one of these before, but I love gifts!" Lunar commented as he was handed a ripe banana.

Spider was ecstatic as she ventured eastward. She found new millipedes, beetles, mosquitoes, spiders too! She collected berries to bring home and grew curious to keep exploring once she saw a smoke stack beyond the hills. It was getting late in the day, and she'd need to go home soon. But... she'd never met anyone else in these woods. And while ponies were always a drain, she needed to make sure that wasn't an uncontrolled fire.

Trotting through the bushes, she tried to move quietly. Spider was hoping anypony who might hear would assume she was a critter of some kind. But when she finally reached the edge of the shrub, seeing a perfectly contained fire and unicorn chopping wood, Spider sighed out of relief.

"AH! Oh my Celestia!" she suddenly heard from the pony. He was a scrawny stallion but a stallion nonetheless. He was curious, with a large scar over his right eye. The affected eye, a stark white instead of cyan, was seemingly blind. He bounded over to her, carelessly dropping the axe he'd been holding in his mouth. He was at her side in an instant, as Spider now got a close look at his strange pupils and fangs, exactly like hers! He noticed as well, looking her over while exclaiming, "Hey! You look just like me! You even have my wings!" He suddenly opened up his wings, showing off similarly bare and thin, bat-like wings.

"Oh!" Spider exclaimed, marveling at the similarity before her gaze shifted towards his horn, "Oh---!" 'That's why he wasn't using it to chop wood,' she thought, 'It's just a prosthetic.'

"Where did you come from?! I thought me and my mama were the only ones left!"

"The only ones left?" Spider snickered slightly, raising a brow, "What, was there a village around here?"

The pony raised a brow, "What's a village?"

Spider furrowed hers in return, looking around slightly as if to check if reality was still there. If the sky was still blue. "A village? A group of ponies and their houses living together?"

"Group? Like... 6?"

Spider laughed and replied, "Definitely more than six! You seriously haven't heard of a village before?"

He shook his head, replying, "I haven't seen anyone else besides my mama. You're the first!"

"Oh... uh," Spider looked the pony over again like he was crazy... which he was. "I'm fairly certain ponies still exist. There's a village out West if you wanted to see---"

"REALLY?!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly. He paused suddenly, sheepishly putting his head down, "I---I-I dunno... Mama wouldn't be very happy with me."

"Why wouldn't she want you to meet new people?" Spider asked, "You're a grown stallion, you should be able to go anywhere you want."

"Is that how it is with you and your mama?"

Spider shrugged, "After I turned old enough, I left home and no one stopped me."

The pony tilted his head curiously, "Why did you want to leave home?"

"Ponies never really liked me. I was always into bugs and piercings and stuff," Spider shrugged, "My name's even Spider!"

"Your name? Oh! Right, you don't know my name!" he replied, his tail excitedly whipping up and down, "My name's Lunar Borealis."

Spider held out her hoof expectantly as Lunar stared. She tried to prompt him slightly by gesturing with her hoof again, but then realized he probably didn't even know what she was trying to do. "U-Uh--- This is a hoof shake. You hold my hoof and I hold yours and we move them up and down. It's a greeting." Lunar curiously held out his hoof as Spider took it and showed him how to do it.

"Wow!" Lunar marveled, his eyes slowly drifting down to Spider's flank, "Is that your cutie mark? Wow! It's so detailed, just like my mama's! Mine's not so much, but I still really like it!"

He suddenly turned around and held out his flank which sported a stark white splotch. Spider raised her brow, looking it over. "What does it mean?"

"It means I'm good at painting things white!"

Spider looked at him rather confused. While she'd never met someone with... such a talent, she supposed anything could be a talent. "Cool. What have you painted?"

"Oh, nothing yet. But when I do, I'll be really good at it!"

Spider stared at him in disbelief for a long moment, sheepishly chuckling. "Oh. Well, in any case, it was nice to meet you, but I should go---"

"Wait!" Lunar exclaimed, grabbing Spider's hoof, "Please don't go! S-Show me where the village is first! Please?"

Spider paused for a moment, anxiously shaking her head 'no', "I dunno... town is so far and---"

"I'll find you so many bugs! And I'll make uh... I'll give you my sugar!"

Spider paused and glanced over at Lunar. "Really? ... How much?"

"All of it!"

She sighed slightly, furrowing her brows, "At least a cup, and it's a deal."

"Definitely! Deal! W-We just need to be back by sunset!" Lunar exclaimed, his smile growing impossibly wide. "I'm gonna see so many more ponies!" As he grew full with laughter and happiness, Spider felt a strange pull towards that feeling. That feeling that she made someone else laugh and smile. It was like a warm bath--- inviting, gentle, and something she never wanted to go.

"W-Wait, by sunset? That's definetly not enough time," Spider replied.

"Oh... They we can go tomorrow! Mama needs to go and stock up on food anyway, so she'll be out picking berries."

Spider nodded, an anxious yet hopeful smile on her face, "Alright... tomorrow it is. Meet me where at ten, when the sun is right there." She pointed up to the sky.

Lunar nodded firmly, bouncing up and down excitedly--- "Bye! Bye new pony!" he shouted as Spider turned around and left.

Daily chores were, as the name implied, daily. Spider sighed, warm and cozy in bed but knowing her house was cold. The furnace downstairs needed fueled, and after that she needed to tend to her garden. And after that, her well needed repaired. Stepping into--- or more accurately, sprinting through--- the cold, it gave time for Spider to reflect as she did. It'd been so long since she'd left her village, which she didn't mind as much as others would. Sure, some of the comforts of home were nice, but what was so much nicer was the colony of ants outside her door! The bugs brought her more excitement than any old 'magical heater' or 'other ponies'. She was never one for friendships, especially when the other fillies had screamed when she befriended a centipede when she was a foal. But out here, judgement was obsolete. She'd been so busy thinking, she had completely spaced out and had already filled the furnace.

Heading back upstairs, Spider grabbed a heavy blanket from her couch, setting down her home-made map of the forest. "Hmm..." she said to herself, a habit, "I still need to travel west. Who knows, maybe there's some more structures out there!" She smiled at the idea of more abandoned places. She got really lucky and found this one nearly pristine... Well, as pristine as an abandoned home can get. She'd found a shed or two, but never anything else. Surely, whoever had built this home had to have gone somewhere, and it's more likely they went West towards civilization. So, if anything remained out west, it would surely be falling apart by now and overrun with all kinds of bugs! It was exhilarating!