Outlaws In Ponyville? [Open]

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    Drained, Oreo Dust and Paint Drop stepped their way through the Everfree forest.
    It had been four hours since they had started their journey and they were finally coming to Ponyville for a quick visit.


    The three were outlaws and were always looking for new members, though they often liked to stay clear of Canterlot they still enjoyed pocketing from the large town whenever possible.


    "Are we even close to Ponyville yet?" Oreo Dust asked, planting his speckled hooves on the dust trail, his energy zapped from the sudden darkness that had encased them half an hour ago.


    "Nearly..." Drained muttered, her team was not was she was hoping for to say the least, she would have preferred someone a little older than her like her partner Paint Drop, But Oreo was always helpful in pick pocketing situations, as the three exited the forest to see Ponyville. The lights from the town shinning upwards and catching their attention.


    "Lets go" Paint drop had already abandoned the group with a quick flap of her grey feathers and headed into the sky.
    Drained sighed, continuing her journey on foot. Thought she began to pick up speed fairly quick, a quick trot turning into a full dash run, Oreo following her at the same speed with his small wings.

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    The first to approach the group was a grey coated pegasus with a strikingly red mane, stylized in spikes. She wasn't really beautiful, but was pretty in a rugged, tough way. The mare looked a bit like she was ready to attend a rock concert, with pale crimson eyeliner and quite a few ear piercings. Her cutie mark was a stylized feather drifting in the wind. Sh approached the trio and extended a hoof. "Icy Gale, at your service," she spoke in a raspy tone, almost exactly what you would expect from a mare like her.


    However, she did look a bit beaten down. Like something wasn't going well for her. "Can I help you find a place at one of our hotels? Or perhaps you could bunk with a local."
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    (c) madison

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