OMG my first pony OC ever and I love her soooo much.
It’s just a doodle but it’s for reference… I’ll give her some colors later.
Ok so her name is Creepy Spook and she’s a bat pony(like Luna’s guards) and has like… kind of like a messy ans spikey Twilight hair but longer and also one of those eye ribbons that were so popular a while ago. Her cutie mark is a book with a little ghosty cuz she looooves horror stories and paranormal stuff.
That’s it….. BYE
PoE Ch4: The Littlest Cook“Piper!” A shrill voice shouted through the house.TorusTheScribe
“I’m coming!” A small pale white bat pony called back. He hurried to put tea cups on trays while he flipped pancakes and poured milk into glasses. He was trying to cut bread slices and spread them with butter, chop bananas and peel apples. All while an annoying bell jingled on the wall behind him. Another bell joined the first as a screeching voice shouted out his name.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” He shouted back. Everything was done on the trays so he placed them on a metal cart and pushed them out of the kitchen. The cart was far taller than himself, so it was hard to steer, but not as hard as the ramp to upstairs was. He pushed against the huge cart trying to take it upstairs to the screaming ponies all demanding their breakfast.
“In a minute!” He shouted back, straining to push the cart. Finally he had made it to the second fl
PoE Ch3: The Ocean's VoiceFar, far away to the south, on the shores of the ocean, were a rare family of bat ponies. Usually, like any flying creature, bat ponies hated water. Oceans, lakes, rain. They preferred to avoid it. But this colony of bat ponies, had grown near the water, living inside a sea cave. For years they lived there, longer than the township of ponies that had grown nearby. But while the bat pony’s presence was known, their home was not. So attempts to drive the bat ponies away had all failed. The bat ponies had learnt to stay away from the towns ponies. To keep to themselves and stay out of sight. It had been this way for many years, until one bat pony jeopardized paradise.TorusTheScribe
Calypso was a carefree soul, she enjoyed life and lived it to the fullest. Every moment she got she was out flying over the ocean, through the waves and over air. The spray biting into her skin the faster she flew. But for all her love of life, she held a selfishness about it. Her family and colony had warned everyone
PoE Ch2: A Mistaken VampireA black bat pony with short red hair trotted to the entrance of the cave her colony lived. The moon was high and the sky clear. With one last glance at the only home she’d known, she beat her wings and took to the winds.TorusTheScribe
Lullaby was a simple pony, she didn’t get bothered by much and was more likely to follow others than to suggest they do something else. But tonight, things were different. Her home bored her, and more than that, it just wasn’t home anymore. For years she’d lived there, and only a few of those years had her parents been there. Ponies can be so paranoid sometimes.
She wasn’t sure why tonight of all nights she decided to leave, she just didn’t feel like staying anymore.
The night air felt wonderful. She felt wonderful, and because of that, she start to sing.
There were no words, just music, beautiful music that sounded over the land, lulling all those who heard it into a comforting sleep. Like a lullaby.
Something hit her in the stomach
PoE Ch1: The Guiding Star and his ShieldPieces of Eight, Chapter 1:TorusTheScribe
Growing up a bat pony is tough. Growing up a bat pony in a colony of bandits, is tougher. Growing up in a colony of bandits while your special talent has nothing to do with fighting? Let’s just say it was not easy.
Alto was an unfortunate foal, blessed with a talent for music, he was shunned by others his age for not having a battle cutiemark. The bat pony colony he grew up in were all bandits, stealing and fighting to survive. Alto had no interest in fighting, which was why when the other foals beat him up, the fight was always one sided. He just wasn’t a good fighter, not as good as them at least. That, and they had numbers on their side. His family did nothing to stop it, saying that it was a way of life and that if he wanted it to stop, he’d have to make it stop.
Reaching his teenage years, he was tired and fed up with life in the colony, so he decided to leave.
Bardley grew up in the same colony as Alto, nei