ArgeonTheBrony

Pain. That's the only thing I feel. Every nerve in my body is crying out in firey agony, as if some pyromaniac had lit them on fire. It torments me a great deal, but I can't help it. I just lay there on the bed, looking at the peeling ceiling. Funny, isn't it? It hurts to lay in a comfy bed. The irony is strong enough to taste - it doesn't taste good. Apart from that, my jaw is clenched tight and the inside of my mouth is burning like a furnace. My tongue was swollen last time I remember. It hurt like a bitch back then. Luckily, I can't feel it now. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. Beside me is another bed with a dea

The silence lurks around me as I breathe deeply and look at the ground. Beside me are several chairs that stretch out from each corner of the waiting room, eight in total if you don't count my stool. The lights irritated me last night, so I shot them out. All but one, that is. That's why it's so dark in this room. I reflect on what had happened the previous sleepless night. Horrible, just horrible. I don't even want to think back to what happened less than 24 hours ago on that battlefield. I feel the freshly-scarred memories coming back to me, so I stand up and walk towards the operating room. My head is still hung low, and I see a trail of b

It was a dull day outside. No sun shined across the roofs of the buildings in Teufort, but rather a boring gray lingered. The Spy had just gotten himself a Cloak n' Dagger from his teammates, who managed to craft it with their items. It was a cheerful atmosphere, unlike the one that stood outside. The Spy wanted to test out his new equipment by going and spying on the RED team. He put the watch on, placing his old one on a bench in the Spawn room of the BLUs, and went off to experiment. He quickly got used to how the cloak worked on the watch, and he effectively infiltrated the RED base. Spying on the enemy team for him was not an unusual t

It was in the cool of the evening. Precisely 5 minutes after 7, when Soarin approached the lamppost in the Canterlot park. It was getting dark, and the sound of snow crunching under his large hooves was defining the quiet scene. A single dim light glowed from above, allowing some light to illuminate the area. In the distance, approaching footsteps were heard. They were light, and feminine. Soarin smiled lightly, and his heart pounded a little. Then she walked into the light. "Dashie…" Soarin whispered. "Soarin, I missed you." Rainbow Dash replied, her face showing obvious happiness, yet a level of subtleness towards Soarin. Her beautif