The soft, calming waves of the ocean lapped at the sandy beach, the waves gently licking the humid sand; each motion was rhythmic and constant, the gentle sound of every stroke instilling a sort of peace from the faster paced, modernistic demands that life, all too often, imposed. This was interspersed with heavier, more abrupt crashes from the sea, battering a rocky protrusion of cliff-side; jets of water burst up from the impact, lightly splashing the salty sea's power into the two figures tha

Griffonstone was hardly a prosperous city – the ponies who journeyed there wouldn't dare compare it to Canterlot -, but it had particularities that drew many gryphons to it, and it certainly managed to meet the necessities of its residents. One such particularity stemmed from a longstanding agreement with Equestria; their criminals, should they have any, would be routinely shipped to the harsher gryphon kingdom, which would accommodate them and rehabilitate them. What few ponies knew, and

The DJ at the packed club pressed her magical grip against the spinning records, etching improvised beats into the warm room, the sounds beating against the walls and reverberating between the ponies that occupied the dance floor. Those that sat at the small, but amply stocked bar had their seats shake with the sheer, deep command that the unicorn had over the waves. It was her last set of the night before she passed it off to another jockey, and Synthetic Sine was prepared to send it off with a

Zèvra let out a soft grunt as she flicked her tail, emerging from the bush she had been crouching in for the past few minutes, and returning to the defined, earthy path she had been following to the next town after slipping on the saddlebags she had left hanging on a nearby branch. Her heavy hooves padded the trail, sinking in just a bit more lightly now that her previous snack had been disposed of, and his useful assets drawn to her own; her rear shook just a smidge more with every step,

The boards of the small, cozy inn creaked with the footsteps of the heavier zebra; they were bulkier than the usual mare that salaciously prowled around the floor, wandering from table to table, silently advertising and flaunting themselves for cheap nights. Despite its size and appearance, the inn was more of a well-decorated whore-house, free from prying eyes, to engage in any debauchery they see fit; mares were to hire on a nightly basis, along with rooms to rent, either with or without an ac