Rules:
Keep it SFW.
You can die.
This is not turn-based, but posts must be a minimum of three lines.
Third-person, please.
Have fun.
Players:
Tact Ician
Star Sentinel
Obsidian Pony
Equestria’s a nice place. Nice weather, nice people, beautiful towns and cities. Ponies going to and fro, living their lives to the fullest potential. Some places are nice and peaceful, with the occasional strange event, but many more bustle with activity, seemingly never at rest. Somepony’s always doing something, even if it’s just tedious paperwork.
But recently, Equestria’s grown quiet. Still. Streets are empty, buildings are quiet and dark, and nopony is ever seen outside. It’s spread town to town, city to city. Equestria is growing quiet, the stillness is spreading. And yet, life is continuing for the ponies as if nothing was happening. It’s a contradiction. One everypony is completely oblivious to. Life continues as normal, and yet has stopped.
Who, if anypony, is responsible for this?
Tact Ician:
Canterlot’s morning air was cool and crisp. The morning sun recolored Canterlot a brilliant gold, and the clouds above delicate pink. It was relatively quiet, not many ponies doing much; just some early birds getting breakfast or going to work or what have you. Today was going to be calm and peaceful, like most days.
Star Sentinel:
Canterlot’s night air was comfortably warm. A full moon shone on the mountain city, turning it a pale, mysterious blue. Few, if any, ponies were out at this hour. Midnight was not for most, after all.
For a certain thestral guard, though, it was a perfect night. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, there was almost no light pollution from the city tonight, and Star had the night off. It was the perfect night for stargazing.
Hoodwink:
The area this pony wandered through was the stereotypical Wild West landscape; scorchingly hot sun, bone-dry air, sand that easily fit both descriptions and kicked up at the slightest disturbance, and the occasional plant, which if not cacti was likely dead or dying.
Sometimes, a small rodent, insect, or snake would cross the pony’s path, but only for a short few seconds before moving on to find food or shelter. More likely shelter, since it’d be a good few hours before the sun set.