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This is a Herd RP.

Why? What's the point? Well, I decided that my whole herd is ultimately telling a story. Instead of keeping up with their various moves and etc in my mind, I've decided to RP it out. Some of these logs may be used and many may never be use. But this is so I can build the character of babies and new ponies, so that I can figure them out before I toss them out. This way, I can know them better.

This is the story of Factions. Friendships ends, love blooms, and destiny changes things forever.

Nite Owl relaxed as the sun rose at it's highest. He leaned back, shutting his eyes.

"Slacking off again?"

It always happened. Aine always had to come pester him just as he was about to take a nap. He opened his eyes, squinting up into Aine's face above his. The sun was shining around her and into his eyes. "How can you be so hyper all the time? You're as bad as the kids..."

Aine leaned back, a pouting look on her face. "Just cuz you're getting old, doesn't mean that I'm not allowed to be young."

Nite Owl sighed. It was the same argument with her everyday. "Aine, we've talked about this. You're just full of too much energy. Why don't you--"

Arwen came up. Her hair was braided out of her face, a scowl on her visage. "Aine, have you finished cleaning the houses yet?"

Huffing impatiently, Aine tossed her hair. "Fine...It's a conspiracy. Keep Aine in from the sun so she's miserable." Jerking the feather duster from Arwen's hooves, she walked off.

Nite Owl nodded to Arwen as she sat down beside him. "You can really handle her."

"She's like a kid." Arwen twirled her hair thoughtfully, "She'll never grow up and we'll always have to keep our eye on her. She's going to get in trouble one day."


Nite Owl sighed. "Yeah, probably sooner rather than later."

Arwen had been looking for Aine for a good thirty minutes before finding. It was a highly unlikely situation. Aine was pouting and looked close to tears. Approaching her, as she would a child she spoke softly. "What's wrong dear?"

Sniffing a little Aine barely whispered, "Yonni's leaving."

Her brow furrowing, Arwen tilted Aine's face up to look at hers. "Yongnian is leaving?"

Aine nodded furiously.

Walking off at a fast pace, Arwen approached Nite Owl. He looked to be in a foul mood. Her heart trembled a little at losing her friend. But upon hearing Nite Owl's account of what had happened she was confused.

Yongnian had accused Nite Owl of dishonesty, of using him. But that was ludicrous--Yongnian wasn't that type of pony. He could be strict and stern about some things, but using people to further his own ends? He'd never do that.

In her wandering, she found herself standing outside of Yongnian's room. For a moment, she paused waiting to know what to say. But she was spared the task of actually saying anything first.

"Come to say goodbye, have you?"

Yongnian's voice made her turn around suddenly. She looked into his scowling face and all ideas or thoughts of asking him to stay fled. "So it's true?" Her voice was soft and low.

"That I'm leaving? That Nite Owl and I have parted ways....less than amicably? Yes." He shouldered past her into his room. He packed a few odds and ends. Knowing she was upset, he tried to fill the silence. "I'm moving to the desert. Going to start out on my own. Build a herd."

Arwen nodded as she swallowed. "Who's going with you?"

"No one. I'm going on my own."

"No. I'll come-"

Yongnian cut in tersley, "No. That's final."

Arwen sighed, feelings of hurt surfacing. "Have a safe journey." Lingering for a moment longer, she gaze at him before turning her back to head toward her room."

***

Hawthorne stood scowling with Veles. "This is ridiculous. Why are we even here?"

Veles tilted his head to listen to faint sounds carried on the winds. "We're here to plan, my dear, to plan."

Tossing her hair, Hawthorne sighed, "Couldn't we do that up in our castle?"

Laughing, Veles turned towards her. "Not if we want the pair. One of them is here. We have to be very careful to acquire the pieces we need."

"How long?"

"They've not yet grown." His voice was silky, making an almost hissing sound. A snake crawled up from the ground and hissed before slithering away. "Good news Hawthorne. The moment we've been hoping for has finally occurred. The factions begin..." Veles stood overlooking Nite Owl's Parliament, a malicious gleam in his eye.