Post by Flux on Aug 4, 2015 19:46:06 GMT
Name: Flux
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Pegasus
Place of Birth: Canterlot outskirts, outside of the main city.
Current home: Camp New Hayven. Previous: Nowhere in particular.
Occupation: Perimeter Patrol & Cavern Explorer. Previous: Adventurer/survivalist.
Allegiance: Before the war, he drifted, doing work for whoever could give him a fair price for it. This included farm chores for a warm meal and a bed for a night to more militant ventures for Chrysalis, the Changeling queen. However, he always kept a deep respect for the Princesses that kept the society he explored running smoothly. After war ravaged the nation and it fell into chaos, that respect grew after seeing the result of their absence. He now supports the Princesses exclusively, or the way of life they represented should they not have survived the battles.
Living Relatives: He clings to the hope that his mother and sister are still alive somewhere, but is terrified of finding out for certain. The rest of his family members are either known to have perished or not worth his time to find out.
Relationship Status: Single
Mane: Black, with a crimson stripe through it, as matches his tail. He wears his mane a bit longer than what is perhaps "standard" for a stallion, and from one day to the next it may be free-flowing and looser or pulled slightly back to keep out of his face, even to wearing it in a single braid, while his tail is mostly left to whatever natural look it may take.
Eyes: His right is green, the left is blue.
General Description: Flux's coat is a darker shade of blue, and he generally lets his fetlocks go unshorn. He is taller than average with a lanky yet powerful build. He generally appears relaxed and laid-back, but having had to always be ready for anything has trained his mind and body to spring to action at a moment's notice. Though they are usually covered by the duster he wears, a subtle pattern of scars trails down his left arm, one for every life he's taken. They number 17 as of the time he entered Camp New Hayven.
Skills: Flux is quick on his hooves and his wits, able to come up with plans in pressing situations without losing his cool, though because of constantly changing circumstances he doesn't often plan too far into the future. He's spent most of his mature life roving wherever he felt he should go, and gained many survival skills. His body heals relatively quickly, though he has never been able to find out why as it is not a result of any magic that he knows of.
Faults: He does not like being told what to do by an authority figure and may react stubbornly to such a circumstance if he doesn't agree with the directive. This stems from several occasions wherein he had no choice but to take orders from a chain of command that either left him injured or in a bad way from a badly-thought-out plan, or worse, one that forced him to put others into that situation. This is a large part of why he struck out on his own. In addition, and more curse than blessing, is Flux's temper. Deep inside himself burns a mighty rage, and not knowing who sparked it, why, or where it should be directed often confuses and upsets him. He can usually maintain a neutral or even happy mood, but when he is pushed too far it may flare up suddenly or he may need to call upon that anger as fuel in a fight, and the idea of either happening terrify him. The results can be disastrous for both himself and those around him, which is why he took to traveling alone and not risking hurting anyone unjustly.
Equipment: Since acquiring it, Flux has very rarely been seen without his duster. It's made of a sturdy and durable material that would seem like leather to anyone who didn't know that it wasn't. Through a set of events occurring after he got it, the garment now has two enchantments bestowed upon it. One is for protection, both of the material and the wearer, making it very tough and nearly like a very light armor, all without changing the weight or flexibility. The second is directed at its pockets, vastly increasing their carrying capacity without changing their physical build by even a stitch. As a seasoned traveler he keeps several basic survival necessities in it, from basic tools to food. At the startled gazes and endless questions about how larger and numerous objects could possibly fit in it, Flux's automatic response is to shrug and simply say, "They're bigger on the inside." He is also proud of his wingblades, a pair that he and a friend from the Griffon Kingdom designed and forged of Griffish black steel. They attach securely to the tops and fronts of his wings using a simple but largely effective system of straps and buckles, are hinged to accommodate his wing joints, and provide both an offensive weapon and defensive shielding. He keeps them finely maintained to a razor edge so that they can be as effective as possible in combat.
History:
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War had made its mark on Equestria, scarring the very land blood was spilled on. Forests burned, fields of crops were torn from the ground and left broken in furrows of sprayed dirt, and entire cities were overrun and torn down by the forces of unrelenting, unchanging war. Manehatten was one of the few cities that remained mostly intact, at least physically.
New troubled times brought new troubled laws, one of which was called upon shortly after refugees from Manehatten's surrounding villages and areas had flooded the city, seeking safety after their homes and lives were shattered. The city's inhabitants had been grudgingly accommodating, giving up food and space for so many new bodies, but shortly after the influx started there were simply too many new mouths to feed and hooves with no place to stand. The city council called upon its wartime law, ordering everyone without citizenship or blood relation to a citizen to leave the city limits. A large portion of citizens did not agree with the ruling but had no choice but to comply given the vast number of ponies needing food and shelter. Even though Flux had only been passing through on his way towards Canterlot, not a refugee seeking help, he was forced out with the rest upon his inability to provide proof of Manehatten citizenship.
∞
Ponies wept. They paced aimlessly and stood staring into space. They sat, huddled with their families as they tried to think of where they could go, the horrors of the war having destroyed even their hope. The whole group of outcasts was little more than herded to Manehatten's border, and the city guard force had been given orders to ensure that all of them continued elsewhere. However, through the crowd chaos of emotional civilians and stoic guards, Flux noticed a group of what appeared to be consoled ponies. A slowly growing group. He kept to himself, but let his gaze wander, finally picking out the one who was obviously in charge of...whatever was going on: a brown earth pony with a darker mane, and a relatively calm expression and posture about him. After introducing himself, the pegasus found that this pony - Ranger - knew of other places in the ravaged world that could take care of those displaced from Manehatten, and was trying to ensure that everyone willing to take a chance on him were ready to leave. His direction would lead the group of about 40 nearby Canterlot, or whatever remained of the city, which is where Flux was headed to try and find his mother after their correspondence suddenly stopped. Unable to denounce the logic of traveling in numbers through the rough area between the two settlements, Flux agreed to band with them and help as he could.
The journey began quite smoothly once all were accounted for, and it quickly became apparent that Ranger had done this before and was sticking to a plan that Flux could only assume had been successful in the past. This prompted Flux to question Ranger about what he did, and why he was helping all these ponies. He found out that Ranger had spent nearly all of his life living off the land with his father in a nomadic, self-reliant herd, and being able to live in harmony with nature as well as knowing a very large area gave him a drive to keep traveling and help ponies seek shelter in this new world.
As the group traveled, Flux kept to his own agenda as well, leaving the herd after studying his map or taking a high aerial view of the area. Of course he let Ranger know when he wandered off on his own, and sometimes he would reappear sporting fresh cuts and bruises. For about the first week this earned him nothing more than a raised brow or a sidelong glance from the earth pony, and as he didn't call attention to it it was never discussed. This only lasted until Flux returned one evening to the light camp they had made with a noticeable limp, a rough field bandage around a wing, and a scowl that seemed it could do more damage than either of his other injuries to anyone it was directed at. After dropping a few things he had picked up into the community supply cart, the pegasus stalked off to lean against a tree stump and tend to his injuries. He hadn't had much time to grumble to himself before his ear flicked at the sound of approaching hoofsteps and he sighed, the gait telling him quite clearly who it was, and that he was likely in trouble and about to be scolded like a child.
Instead, careful hooves took hold of the bandage loosely attached to the base of his wing and finished wrapping it in silence, neatly tending the area that most any pegasus would have a hard time reaching. Having tensed up and frozen as soon as Ranger had touched him, Flux didn't move until the brown pony was seated next to him. After a wordless minute, Ranger finally spoke.
"I can't pretend not to know what you're doing," he sighed. "Not that I don't agree with it," he quickly added as he raised a hoof in a placating motion, "but it's a risk to a lot of ponies that don't deserve that brought to them by a thoughtless action."
"I know what I'm doing," Flux snapped, "and I have never once threatened this herd by my actions. You know that. I'm always careful not to create a threat to anyone here."
"Yes, I do know that, and that's why I've never stopped you or asked you to leave. Believe me when I tell you there have been many times where such action has been necessary for the good of the group; I will not risk many ponies' lives so that one can go out and get himself killed trying to play hero," recited Ranger, as if he'd said the same thing countless times in the past, and he cut off Flux's angry reaction before it could escape his mouth. "I'm not saying you should stop doing something you think is right. I'm saying you should take me with you."
His seemingly-condescending comment had sparked Flux into anger, but the request that followed left him speechless and his lips twitched slightly as he processed what he'd heard.
"Wouldn't that just make more of a risk?" he challenged. "Two ponies to follow back instead of just one doesn't sound like a solution."
"Please," Ranger scoffed. "You make it sound like I've never done that kind of thing myself, not to mention the fact that there were only a hooffull of ponies that could ever track me, most of which are probably dead now. Besides, four eyes are better than two; you would benefit from someone to watch your back. What if this had been more than a bandage to fix?" he challenged, gesturing to Flux's wing.
The pegasus blinked, his argument once more struck from his mouth. After a long minute of silence met only with Ranger's unyielding stare, he finally relented. "There's a small scout outpost ahead," he muttered as he picked up a twig and began snapping it into pieces to focus on something other than the piercing gaze. "We'll pass near it in a few days' time. Everything should be okay, but I wasn't going to risk it. I'll keep you posted."
The brown stallion gave a slow nod and stood up, rolling his shoulders. "I'll be ready." Before he could walk back towards the small fire he allowed the group, a small cough made him pause.
"Ranger...thanks. For the bandage, I mean," Flux stammered out awkwardly. A half-smile was the only response as the sound of hooves receded.
∞
And so the two formed their alliance, nothing really changing for the herd's travel life except the occasion where Ranger gave instructions to one of the more mature ones and assisted Flux in poking at the enemy camps around their line of travel. Sometimes it would be stealing resources and food for their own to use, or silent invasions that left only the wind to rustle unconscious ponies' manes, even cleverly using what they had available to scare ponies away, and as the days wore on in this manner their mutual trust for the other grew.
Two notable incidents further strengthened their companionship: One night a crafty Nocturne managed to cobble together a fire arrow that was effective enough to burn nearly half of the feathers on one of Flux's wings, sending him into a fall that left him with a dislocated shoulder joint and a need for Ranger to help him get to safety, and another where a bandit had gotten hold of an old zebra dart gun and left Ranger's entire left side temporarily paralyzed, at which time it was Flux's turn to repay and save the both of them.
Thus was the normal pattern of days as the group of refugees crossed the land, and soon the time came for Flux to stray off to where he could see Canterhorn Mountain. After he'd said his goodbyes to a few ponies that he had come to know he was pulled aside by Ranger, and when they had reached sufficient distance from the rest of the herd the earth pony spoke in low tones, informing Flux of a sanctuary that would not be the destination for a group of this size: Camp New Hayven, hidden in the mountains, settled by his father - Genesee - that had slowly but steadily been more and more established as home by various ponies who brought more ideas to make the system of caves seem more homey.
Not many ponies were trusted to even see the camp, but the events that had transpired since their meeting in Manehatten left Ranger with a firm conviction that Flux should at least visit and give a message of well-being to his sister, Moxie. New Hayven was extremely well-hidden, and local tales of the "evil mountain" helped to keep prying ponies and rumors away, but adding to Flux's proficiency in the natural world both the general area and detailed instructions on how to navigate the near-maze before it he was confident that the pegasus would make it through. After ensuring that Flux had memorized who Moxie was and the message to be taken to her, the two said goodbye with a mutual respect.
∞
Gaining entry to the outer districts of Canterlot was always easy; the security was usually only tight near the city center where the castle district and royal houses were, even more so after the war. Flux quickly found his family's House and searched it top to bottom for any sign of his mother or sister, the last two to have resided there for long. A testament to his growing frustration - and likely an annoyance to some stuffy unicorn neighbor - Flux slammed the last door of his search closed with a shout. He paced around and searched any of the remaining correspondence for a clue as to their whereabouts but turned up nothing, only adding to his sense of worry. Time blurred as he spent busy days scouring the city for hide, hair, word, or knowledge about his family and spent lonely nights in the House he once called home. The one thing he took solace in was not hearing of their deaths; such words always traveled fast in this city. He had to believe that they were out there, somewhere, and that they would meet again.
The pegasus closed and locked the front door behind him, gazing up at the flag with their family crest emblazoned on it. It was frayed and flapped loosely in the gentle breeze, but it was still there. No matter what, Houses absolutely did not tamper with the crests of another, it was one of the unspoken rules of the city. With that in mind, Flux lowered it slightly, just enough to let any family members who visited know that someone had been there, and would be back someday. Stepping back and looking up at it one more time, he offered it a strong salute before taking a slow breath and turning for the city gate. It was time to go camping.
(All characters used with permission.)
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Divisions: 1. View on the War: They had to fight back...but not yet. Massive preparations had to be made before the camp could strike back out into the fray.
2. Allegiance: To the Princesses and their free way of life.
3. View on camp future: To stay - though not permanently - and prepare, readying ponies for the day they could finally leave, but trying to keep general life as comfortable as possible for all.
4. View on how the camp is run: Many of the rules are meant for the common good, but Flux often feels held back by them. He knew the strict rules and regulations were for the good of everyone, but it was against the pegasus's nature to not be free and under his own rule. The only personal freedom he'd been able to reclaim was in cavern exploration and perimeter patrol, where he could still occasionally be held by the sky and breathe in the refreshing air of the forest.
Picture and cutie mark:
The red in his mark matches the stripe in his mane.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Pegasus
Place of Birth: Canterlot outskirts, outside of the main city.
Current home: Camp New Hayven. Previous: Nowhere in particular.
Occupation: Perimeter Patrol & Cavern Explorer. Previous: Adventurer/survivalist.
Allegiance: Before the war, he drifted, doing work for whoever could give him a fair price for it. This included farm chores for a warm meal and a bed for a night to more militant ventures for Chrysalis, the Changeling queen. However, he always kept a deep respect for the Princesses that kept the society he explored running smoothly. After war ravaged the nation and it fell into chaos, that respect grew after seeing the result of their absence. He now supports the Princesses exclusively, or the way of life they represented should they not have survived the battles.
Living Relatives: He clings to the hope that his mother and sister are still alive somewhere, but is terrified of finding out for certain. The rest of his family members are either known to have perished or not worth his time to find out.
Relationship Status: Single
Mane: Black, with a crimson stripe through it, as matches his tail. He wears his mane a bit longer than what is perhaps "standard" for a stallion, and from one day to the next it may be free-flowing and looser or pulled slightly back to keep out of his face, even to wearing it in a single braid, while his tail is mostly left to whatever natural look it may take.
Eyes: His right is green, the left is blue.
General Description: Flux's coat is a darker shade of blue, and he generally lets his fetlocks go unshorn. He is taller than average with a lanky yet powerful build. He generally appears relaxed and laid-back, but having had to always be ready for anything has trained his mind and body to spring to action at a moment's notice. Though they are usually covered by the duster he wears, a subtle pattern of scars trails down his left arm, one for every life he's taken. They number 17 as of the time he entered Camp New Hayven.
Skills: Flux is quick on his hooves and his wits, able to come up with plans in pressing situations without losing his cool, though because of constantly changing circumstances he doesn't often plan too far into the future. He's spent most of his mature life roving wherever he felt he should go, and gained many survival skills. His body heals relatively quickly, though he has never been able to find out why as it is not a result of any magic that he knows of.
Faults: He does not like being told what to do by an authority figure and may react stubbornly to such a circumstance if he doesn't agree with the directive. This stems from several occasions wherein he had no choice but to take orders from a chain of command that either left him injured or in a bad way from a badly-thought-out plan, or worse, one that forced him to put others into that situation. This is a large part of why he struck out on his own. In addition, and more curse than blessing, is Flux's temper. Deep inside himself burns a mighty rage, and not knowing who sparked it, why, or where it should be directed often confuses and upsets him. He can usually maintain a neutral or even happy mood, but when he is pushed too far it may flare up suddenly or he may need to call upon that anger as fuel in a fight, and the idea of either happening terrify him. The results can be disastrous for both himself and those around him, which is why he took to traveling alone and not risking hurting anyone unjustly.
Equipment: Since acquiring it, Flux has very rarely been seen without his duster. It's made of a sturdy and durable material that would seem like leather to anyone who didn't know that it wasn't. Through a set of events occurring after he got it, the garment now has two enchantments bestowed upon it. One is for protection, both of the material and the wearer, making it very tough and nearly like a very light armor, all without changing the weight or flexibility. The second is directed at its pockets, vastly increasing their carrying capacity without changing their physical build by even a stitch. As a seasoned traveler he keeps several basic survival necessities in it, from basic tools to food. At the startled gazes and endless questions about how larger and numerous objects could possibly fit in it, Flux's automatic response is to shrug and simply say, "They're bigger on the inside." He is also proud of his wingblades, a pair that he and a friend from the Griffon Kingdom designed and forged of Griffish black steel. They attach securely to the tops and fronts of his wings using a simple but largely effective system of straps and buckles, are hinged to accommodate his wing joints, and provide both an offensive weapon and defensive shielding. He keeps them finely maintained to a razor edge so that they can be as effective as possible in combat.
History:
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War had made its mark on Equestria, scarring the very land blood was spilled on. Forests burned, fields of crops were torn from the ground and left broken in furrows of sprayed dirt, and entire cities were overrun and torn down by the forces of unrelenting, unchanging war. Manehatten was one of the few cities that remained mostly intact, at least physically.
New troubled times brought new troubled laws, one of which was called upon shortly after refugees from Manehatten's surrounding villages and areas had flooded the city, seeking safety after their homes and lives were shattered. The city's inhabitants had been grudgingly accommodating, giving up food and space for so many new bodies, but shortly after the influx started there were simply too many new mouths to feed and hooves with no place to stand. The city council called upon its wartime law, ordering everyone without citizenship or blood relation to a citizen to leave the city limits. A large portion of citizens did not agree with the ruling but had no choice but to comply given the vast number of ponies needing food and shelter. Even though Flux had only been passing through on his way towards Canterlot, not a refugee seeking help, he was forced out with the rest upon his inability to provide proof of Manehatten citizenship.
∞
Ponies wept. They paced aimlessly and stood staring into space. They sat, huddled with their families as they tried to think of where they could go, the horrors of the war having destroyed even their hope. The whole group of outcasts was little more than herded to Manehatten's border, and the city guard force had been given orders to ensure that all of them continued elsewhere. However, through the crowd chaos of emotional civilians and stoic guards, Flux noticed a group of what appeared to be consoled ponies. A slowly growing group. He kept to himself, but let his gaze wander, finally picking out the one who was obviously in charge of...whatever was going on: a brown earth pony with a darker mane, and a relatively calm expression and posture about him. After introducing himself, the pegasus found that this pony - Ranger - knew of other places in the ravaged world that could take care of those displaced from Manehatten, and was trying to ensure that everyone willing to take a chance on him were ready to leave. His direction would lead the group of about 40 nearby Canterlot, or whatever remained of the city, which is where Flux was headed to try and find his mother after their correspondence suddenly stopped. Unable to denounce the logic of traveling in numbers through the rough area between the two settlements, Flux agreed to band with them and help as he could.
The journey began quite smoothly once all were accounted for, and it quickly became apparent that Ranger had done this before and was sticking to a plan that Flux could only assume had been successful in the past. This prompted Flux to question Ranger about what he did, and why he was helping all these ponies. He found out that Ranger had spent nearly all of his life living off the land with his father in a nomadic, self-reliant herd, and being able to live in harmony with nature as well as knowing a very large area gave him a drive to keep traveling and help ponies seek shelter in this new world.
As the group traveled, Flux kept to his own agenda as well, leaving the herd after studying his map or taking a high aerial view of the area. Of course he let Ranger know when he wandered off on his own, and sometimes he would reappear sporting fresh cuts and bruises. For about the first week this earned him nothing more than a raised brow or a sidelong glance from the earth pony, and as he didn't call attention to it it was never discussed. This only lasted until Flux returned one evening to the light camp they had made with a noticeable limp, a rough field bandage around a wing, and a scowl that seemed it could do more damage than either of his other injuries to anyone it was directed at. After dropping a few things he had picked up into the community supply cart, the pegasus stalked off to lean against a tree stump and tend to his injuries. He hadn't had much time to grumble to himself before his ear flicked at the sound of approaching hoofsteps and he sighed, the gait telling him quite clearly who it was, and that he was likely in trouble and about to be scolded like a child.
Instead, careful hooves took hold of the bandage loosely attached to the base of his wing and finished wrapping it in silence, neatly tending the area that most any pegasus would have a hard time reaching. Having tensed up and frozen as soon as Ranger had touched him, Flux didn't move until the brown pony was seated next to him. After a wordless minute, Ranger finally spoke.
"I can't pretend not to know what you're doing," he sighed. "Not that I don't agree with it," he quickly added as he raised a hoof in a placating motion, "but it's a risk to a lot of ponies that don't deserve that brought to them by a thoughtless action."
"I know what I'm doing," Flux snapped, "and I have never once threatened this herd by my actions. You know that. I'm always careful not to create a threat to anyone here."
"Yes, I do know that, and that's why I've never stopped you or asked you to leave. Believe me when I tell you there have been many times where such action has been necessary for the good of the group; I will not risk many ponies' lives so that one can go out and get himself killed trying to play hero," recited Ranger, as if he'd said the same thing countless times in the past, and he cut off Flux's angry reaction before it could escape his mouth. "I'm not saying you should stop doing something you think is right. I'm saying you should take me with you."
His seemingly-condescending comment had sparked Flux into anger, but the request that followed left him speechless and his lips twitched slightly as he processed what he'd heard.
"Wouldn't that just make more of a risk?" he challenged. "Two ponies to follow back instead of just one doesn't sound like a solution."
"Please," Ranger scoffed. "You make it sound like I've never done that kind of thing myself, not to mention the fact that there were only a hooffull of ponies that could ever track me, most of which are probably dead now. Besides, four eyes are better than two; you would benefit from someone to watch your back. What if this had been more than a bandage to fix?" he challenged, gesturing to Flux's wing.
The pegasus blinked, his argument once more struck from his mouth. After a long minute of silence met only with Ranger's unyielding stare, he finally relented. "There's a small scout outpost ahead," he muttered as he picked up a twig and began snapping it into pieces to focus on something other than the piercing gaze. "We'll pass near it in a few days' time. Everything should be okay, but I wasn't going to risk it. I'll keep you posted."
The brown stallion gave a slow nod and stood up, rolling his shoulders. "I'll be ready." Before he could walk back towards the small fire he allowed the group, a small cough made him pause.
"Ranger...thanks. For the bandage, I mean," Flux stammered out awkwardly. A half-smile was the only response as the sound of hooves receded.
∞
And so the two formed their alliance, nothing really changing for the herd's travel life except the occasion where Ranger gave instructions to one of the more mature ones and assisted Flux in poking at the enemy camps around their line of travel. Sometimes it would be stealing resources and food for their own to use, or silent invasions that left only the wind to rustle unconscious ponies' manes, even cleverly using what they had available to scare ponies away, and as the days wore on in this manner their mutual trust for the other grew.
Two notable incidents further strengthened their companionship: One night a crafty Nocturne managed to cobble together a fire arrow that was effective enough to burn nearly half of the feathers on one of Flux's wings, sending him into a fall that left him with a dislocated shoulder joint and a need for Ranger to help him get to safety, and another where a bandit had gotten hold of an old zebra dart gun and left Ranger's entire left side temporarily paralyzed, at which time it was Flux's turn to repay and save the both of them.
Thus was the normal pattern of days as the group of refugees crossed the land, and soon the time came for Flux to stray off to where he could see Canterhorn Mountain. After he'd said his goodbyes to a few ponies that he had come to know he was pulled aside by Ranger, and when they had reached sufficient distance from the rest of the herd the earth pony spoke in low tones, informing Flux of a sanctuary that would not be the destination for a group of this size: Camp New Hayven, hidden in the mountains, settled by his father - Genesee - that had slowly but steadily been more and more established as home by various ponies who brought more ideas to make the system of caves seem more homey.
Not many ponies were trusted to even see the camp, but the events that had transpired since their meeting in Manehatten left Ranger with a firm conviction that Flux should at least visit and give a message of well-being to his sister, Moxie. New Hayven was extremely well-hidden, and local tales of the "evil mountain" helped to keep prying ponies and rumors away, but adding to Flux's proficiency in the natural world both the general area and detailed instructions on how to navigate the near-maze before it he was confident that the pegasus would make it through. After ensuring that Flux had memorized who Moxie was and the message to be taken to her, the two said goodbye with a mutual respect.
∞
Gaining entry to the outer districts of Canterlot was always easy; the security was usually only tight near the city center where the castle district and royal houses were, even more so after the war. Flux quickly found his family's House and searched it top to bottom for any sign of his mother or sister, the last two to have resided there for long. A testament to his growing frustration - and likely an annoyance to some stuffy unicorn neighbor - Flux slammed the last door of his search closed with a shout. He paced around and searched any of the remaining correspondence for a clue as to their whereabouts but turned up nothing, only adding to his sense of worry. Time blurred as he spent busy days scouring the city for hide, hair, word, or knowledge about his family and spent lonely nights in the House he once called home. The one thing he took solace in was not hearing of their deaths; such words always traveled fast in this city. He had to believe that they were out there, somewhere, and that they would meet again.
The pegasus closed and locked the front door behind him, gazing up at the flag with their family crest emblazoned on it. It was frayed and flapped loosely in the gentle breeze, but it was still there. No matter what, Houses absolutely did not tamper with the crests of another, it was one of the unspoken rules of the city. With that in mind, Flux lowered it slightly, just enough to let any family members who visited know that someone had been there, and would be back someday. Stepping back and looking up at it one more time, he offered it a strong salute before taking a slow breath and turning for the city gate. It was time to go camping.
(All characters used with permission.)
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Divisions: 1. View on the War: They had to fight back...but not yet. Massive preparations had to be made before the camp could strike back out into the fray.
2. Allegiance: To the Princesses and their free way of life.
3. View on camp future: To stay - though not permanently - and prepare, readying ponies for the day they could finally leave, but trying to keep general life as comfortable as possible for all.
4. View on how the camp is run: Many of the rules are meant for the common good, but Flux often feels held back by them. He knew the strict rules and regulations were for the good of everyone, but it was against the pegasus's nature to not be free and under his own rule. The only personal freedom he'd been able to reclaim was in cavern exploration and perimeter patrol, where he could still occasionally be held by the sky and breathe in the refreshing air of the forest.
Picture and cutie mark:
The red in his mark matches the stripe in his mane.