Constantine
If friendship is magic...
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It was a tiring day...a day when there was much work to be done. So much cotton to be picked, chickens to be tended, and other forms of farm work to be done. But not for one pony. Oh no...such work was below this one pony, as he slowly trotted out of a rather large, white house, making his way to a moderately-sized chariot. He took his seat in the chariot, before speaking out.
"One of you Froids get over here...I need to get into town...and I refuse to be kept waiting all day!" he said, sounding grumpy like he always did. It seemed like this pony wasn't exactly the happiest of ponies. Some would even dare to call him cruel...those ponies got the whip.
Constantine had recently established his plantation just a bit outside of Ponyville. His was likely the most beautiful plantation in the area...then again, it was also the only plantation in the area as far as he could see. He was an esteemed land-owner. A hot-blooded pegasus with a heart of cold, cold stone. For Constantine had no friends. Only slaves...and while his slaves partially liked him...he honestly couldn't say he shared the feeling. Constantine didn't take interest in many things since the original Decanter was absorbed into the crystal empire, and Gallobama became just another province.
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...Then money is power!
Location: Just leaving new Decanter plantation.
Mood: Typical..
Thoughts: could you PLEASE move faster, froid...
OOC: ((My first post as Constantine. He's...sort of a p***k, as you can see.))