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Name: Split Twister Species: Pegasus Pony Age: 26 Appearance: White coat, buzzcut red mane with two different colored eyes, one red and one...
Rush shook Dusty's hoof, looking at them both, "You wouldn't have happened to see a cloaked pony wearing a silver metallic mask, have you?" Mat...
Rush chuckles, "I'm straight too, I just wanted to make sure Mat wasn't dead. He said he might do something stupid when he left." Mat rolls his...
Mat rolls his eyes, "I'm straight, Rush is my friend... you know." He looks back at Rush, "The one I saved from being killed by a dragon... He...
Mat walked down the stairs to the bar, followed by Rush. He took a look at Maya and Dusty, giving a small wave, "Hello."
Rush smirked, making a fork with his magic, taking the fork in his hoof, poking at Mat's back. Mat's eyes narrowed, "... Rush... can you stop?"...
A bright flash suddenly encompassed Mat's room, revealing a green unicorn with curly dirty brown hair, he slowly walked up to Mat, poking him in...
Mat flipped himself over, back first, just staring at the ceiling, silent. His hooves were just draped at his sides. [Satisfied, aren't you? I...
I saw that like, somehow, despite being overhyped with Con. I see you may be interested in rping.
Second day is done, and well... I WON THE SFV TOURNAMENT AT THE CON!
Mat slowly waves at the three a bit as he pulls himself completely up the stairs, entering his bedroom, and collapses on the bed, with a thud.
Mat slowly began stumbling back towards the bar/resting place, he slowly pulls himself through the door, dragging himself up the stairs to the...
Mat was drifting in and out of consciousness, having went silent. He did quietly mutter towards Az though, having a decent grip of the situation,...
Mat weakly muttered, his hoof twitching as he reached for Az's hoof, "... Still not where I have to be..."
Mat slowly stood up on his hooves, his eyes barely radiating, as he tried to force himself forward, his whole body shaking. He took two steps...
Mat laid there on the ground as well, taking a look at Az, watching him carefully. [He... he's not going to get up, is he?]
Mat quickly slipped out of the hold, quickly picking Az off the ground, above his head, hooking him around his neck and body as he once again...
Mat brought him straight down, shaking the ground as the two landed, he needed to get free, he needed to pull his ace of the hole out. It was...
Mat grunts, picking Az up slamming him down... once... twice... three times..., the ground cracked with each slam. His body slowly grew more limp...
Mat grunts, getting up from the ground, shaking off the dust, before rushing him again, jumping up to try to punch him straight in the face with a...
