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the winged wolf stared angrily at the arena from her perch in a cloud above the arena.” i mak not beable to fly but i can manipulate clouds, so i guess its cool.. i just cant beleive what i saw…” the wolf huffed. she turned away and made the cloud drop her into the city as she moved quietly though a alley way.

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(hey scince quantum isn’t exactly….. freinds with ponies can she know wispy? i mean shes not a full pony..)

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((oh…. sorry)

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((where do we rp???))

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(sorry i didnt realize you replied)

Quantum cherry

she is a pony created by dr.ponystein she decided that she must escape his lab so she ran away. she is a very pale blue with a slightly curly red mane, she has fangs but wouldnt hurt a fly. she is an earth pony.

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I can draw a map :3 what are you looking for exactly?

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Mia: hurry….

S: rushes up the stairs then comes back down with a needle and uses it on mia* you okay?

Mia: well have to see

*you otice in the morning light that mia has horns and claws*

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this sounds epic :3

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what???

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Matchetew, or match as she prefers is a bubbly outgoing winged wolf, as the german myth goes she soon will be able to fly and breathe fire. she can be way to trusting at times, and…. well NEVER EVER EVER give her sugar, like in the tales sugar gives the same affect alcohol has on a human to her.

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I had extended my wings. I whimpered, “your not gonna experiment on me are you?” i looked for a quick escape incase things went south.

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I breathe heavily, my lungs still on fire, and in english i say, ” thanks. they’ve been chaseing me for days. Im matchetew. it means evil heart” i immediately stop talking realizeing i just revealed my secret.

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I burst into a clearing, the clearing that selena and the dryad where.I use my feathered wings to slow myself enough to avoid hitting the tree the two where in. The people were gaining. I would not be a slave for research agin.

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((Sorry, old habits))

I gasped for air as my burning lungs pleaded for relief.I decide to take a detour up a tree. “i-i think i lost them.” that I only could hope. I was struggling for breath, bu i decieded i must keep moving.

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dreamcast. nuff said