Jane Austen's
The Scarlet Cutie Mark
A Bromance
One
After the Fall
The Scarlet Cutie Mark
A Bromance
One
After the Fall
Sylvan Forest
Sveltland
6,330 miles south of Ponyville
Fine drops of rain fall on everything and everypony in the thick forest. One by one they clear the late afternoon air of the smoke left by countless fires left burning for days. Here and there the faint glimmer of sunlight filters through the clouds, warming the land as well as the hearts of they who have assembled. In the grey-green darkness of the tiny clearing Constantine stands with his stallions, 20,000 in all, an assembly of the bravest, toughest, cussingist, drinkingist warriors ever assembled in the region's entire history. They are each clad in armour of boiled leather, hard as iron, with hobnail boots and a rolled steel helmet. They are as grim a sight as has ever been; enough to turn a pony's blood to ice.
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