#misteye

Hearing the fear in your voice makes the old man cackle malivent as he goes down the hallway. He always loved having this power over people. “Hey! What was that about?! Tell me you didn’t just beat him up!” He turns his head in the direction of the voice. Even though he can’t see the fair looking mare it belongs to there’s still a smile creeping on his face “Oh? Are my ears betraying me or has the princess decided to come down her ivory tower to bother with us mortals? How nice of your majesty.” His voice dripped with scom as he makes an overdone curtsey “Very funny. I hope you realize that what your doing is wrong! We are thieves! No kidnappers! Ever thought about what we’ll do if he doesn’t have a family? No one that would pay for him? This all is stupid and way to risky! Your gonna draw the city gurads attention onto us! You should know better then this, Shadow Walker would be ashamed if he-“ The slap catches her off guard as she was mid word. It carries her of her hooves and nearly breaks her jaw as she hits the ground. As she looks back up, holding her cheek like a little filly, she sees his face quiver with rage “WATCH YOUR MOUTH MISTEYE!” He lunges out to hit her again but something stops him. Way quieter now he continues ” You… you should know better then upseting me like that… you should know your place but… I should to… forgive me” He reaches out to help her up again Not impressed by his hypocritical blamey she slaps it aside and stands of her own, the mark of his hoof slowly vanishing. All the mercy disappears from his features as he feels his hoof getting slapped away “… … … so be it” He then turns and makes his way back up while the mare heads the other way

You flinch as the door creaks again. You expected it to be the old one, comming back for round two but to your surprise it’s a mare. She has a short, scruffy silver mane and tail, a dark grey coat and a pair of turquoise eyes. Her left cheek is deep crimson red “… … … …” At first she only looks at you before asking with a cold, serious tone “Are you alright? Do you think you’ll need some bandages for that?”

SolOmen

SolOmen focused his gaze on the new pony, She was lean but built like a steel spring. Looked like a street pony, but definitely not starving. She had the proportions of a athlete. . very nice proportions actually.