#charwip

So as practice I'm doing a lot of bestiary and species practice to customize a lot of magical species into biomes in Clo.

There is a bundle of floating islands over the ocean where the Sphinx, mundi felidae, and even dieties roam.

I kept thinking in the city of the floating isle harpies might be a possible race. I think I finally hammered out the concept I want to try. Harpies are generally more inclined to remain with their mountain or canyon like areas with their own flocks. They are top predators and regularly known to eat the flesh of the people who travel Clo who don't mind themselves. So it's extremely rare to ever see a clo harpy alone but with the solar society and Sphinx people they actually have opened up their city to any creature who wishes to learn more of themselves and the world. They look very kindly on those who enjoy knowledge.

The society of sphinxes in clo culture are a mystery people with a protected culture. It is a defined law that they are not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Still it doesn’t seem to stop people from trying to find them and interact with the mythical and goddess like creatures.

They live in the Falling Isles. It’s a cluster of tight and various sized islands that for some reason remain close to one another. Though they still tend to shift and bounce around a bit in high weather.

The islands are small pockets of paradise, large and numerous collective of floating land that make up a small city in the sky. Clouds always circle  and lurk close with the isles. Water seems to flow endlessly from the springs inside of the islands. Waterfalls pour off of the islands. Sometimes the water reaches the oceans or cliffs below. But usually they mystify mid air on nice days helping create the eerie mist that protects the isles.

Anonymous: i've always loved princess charming!! what does she do in her spare time for fun, + any fun tidbits you can share about her in general??

Princess Charming is still one of my ultimate favorite characters. I reply her interactions and stories in my head all the time. I love to listen to FOB music and imagine Drake and Princess Charming interactions in the form of a music video going in my head. It’s really rad, it makes me want to pick up story boarding and practice making something up.

Charming lives a very very quiet life just outside the village of Cloverly. She often gardens and gathers her own food. She only goes to the markets for spices and seasonings usually when she needs it. Or exotic fruits as an occasional treat. She doesn’t have a lot of money, most ponies just assume she’s an odd young thing, a hermit in the woods. But really she’s just shy and broke so she has no reason to be in town if she can’t afford much of anything.

She often walks along the rivers and lake for hagstones and all sorts of wonderful minerals she likes to collect. She lived with her Aunt ever since she was just a foal. She doesn’t remember anything about her parents or where she came from. She sometimes has very odd and vivid dreams of ponies around her, but she brushes them off as nonsense. That’s what Aunty always said, pay no mind to the visions.

She buried her own Aunt when she passed. There was no funeral, no one really liked Aunty. They tend to stay away unless they needed a special charm or potion. Before Aunty passed, Charming learned all about medical botany and enchanting. She now carries on the same job as her Aunty by providing charms to the villagers and potions for when illness comes with the seasons or new travelers.

I imagine Changelings to still be pre-fae form. So not the pretty colorful ones YET, they do still exist and are morphs of changelings. But I just refer to their different forms as pre-fae and post-fae where they are dark then they get all fairy/colorful like.

So in this continent Cloverly is on way to the south/west regions I think is a different changeling army and colony. They have a queen, undecided if I want my own queen (probably tbh) or to use Queen chrysalis.... I prefer OC’s so most likely later we’ll introduce his Queen.

Drake is literally one of the top 6-10 other sons/daughters that are like Dukes and Duchesses. Underlings of the crown. Leaders of their individual armies or teams.

They are hungry again. They need more. Their queen demands more. Of course they must remain loyal their queen, so they go. Searching for fresh blood to please their queen.

These pre-fae are very similar to Queen Chrys as to wanting to slowly invade and drain the ponies of all their positive emotions and sometimes even more... Just depends how hungry they are. So they are like parasites, invading a host and taking the place of “normal organs” and then suddenly everything is failing and you still don’t know why. That’s what this colony does as well, they invade other communities and devour them slowly.

Drake is out with a smaller troop of his, He is wise to the hunt. He knows exactly what they are looking for, another true kingdom. For the greatest feast there is? Is alicorn blood.

And it’s out on this hunt that Drake sees her. This spindly looking creature, cheeks shining in the moon light as her hair lifts with the breeze. He comes to a full stop. Her eyes shining like stars, she’s blinking away tears and that’s when he finally notices what is wiping away at her face. Lanky frail wings brush at the glittering light of her cheeks and his breath catches. Never has this happened before, an alicorn just... outside it’s family’s walls. Without it’s guard. Without... anything at all?

The alicorn shuffles those body limbs under a cape of some sort and she ties the knot tight on her own throat. She turns and slinks away from the moonlit pasture. Drake is hesitant to breathe. He can’t spook her, not now. He folds back his sleek translucent wings and trots after her. He’s careful to stay directly in the shadows, if she were to turn and see him it would be over. He had to know if there were more of them. His heart was pounding in his chest as he finally stopped yards away under some large oaks. The alicorn was entering a small hut, crystals and chimes all around it. He hissed under his breath and slinked back. Protective charms, so this alicorn wasn’t as dumb as he hoped.

Mocha seems like a total social butterfly. Everyone stops in her cafe to say hello, get a drink, a bite of something, be on their way. Some stay and vent to her. Almost every pony in Cloverly knows her.

However... Is Mocha /close/ with anypony special? No. She’s not. Ever since she left Canterlot over a decade ago she never got close to any pony. She doesn’t even seem to have a best friend. No pony really seems to notice? Mocha seems to be openly and very friendly with everyone she meets. But if you were to stop a pony and ask them who they see with Mocha most often? They would find themselves puzzled. Realizing... they don’t?

As “punishment” / a method to straighten out Cotton Crush his older sister, Smitten Sweets, sends him off to weather patrol school. If he’s not going to be a positive influence in his free time, then he had to do something positive for the community as a requirement.