Gwynfillion


The plum mare grew increasingly bored laying there on her stone bench, she had nothing to do. The Dark Ones had no missions for her at the moment, or if they did, they weren't telling her. Ink Noir was still out and about practicing his evil earth pony cultist fetishes and not the sexual variety you pervs, but of the magical variety practiced by zebras.

And it didn't seem like Soft was coming over like she usually did with cookies and pina coladas which Gwyn had come to expect everyday. She briefly wondered if anything happened to the mare, she then shrugged off the thought, chastising herself for even considering being worried about the ''dumb paladin.''

She wanted something to do, anything, well mostly anything, but she couldn't go to the town, it was full of stupid ponies, who might trigger her desire to destroy them. Oh what woes.