>She looked left and right; the jungle mirrored itself through the razor-sharp edge of a thin waterfall
>Kuru should've been there already...
>Slowly crawling through the wet and thorny foliage of the jungle, Haze managed to reach the edge of a rocky formation in the middle of the dense trees.
>The waterfall continued to flow, a constant noise in the background, but a good one, amidst the cacophony of seemingly random noises of the forest.
>"Haze--"
>Finally a whisper of hope!
>Haze looked to her left and through the dark branches she was able to spot three very vibrant colors
>Red paint, almost vermilion, in a stripe across Kuru's face.
>Green and yellow -- two vibrant feathers stuck in her mane, right behind her ear.
>Those symbols, in colors more than shapes, united the two mares in battle;
>Battle against a soulless enemy. One that always found ways around their traps and shelters.
>Disgusting creatures, if you could even call that mockery of life a 'creature'. Drones mounted with all sorts of killing machines.
>Kuru approached the bush in which Haze still remained partly hidden.
>But hidden from what? They were nowhere to be seen, insisted Kuru; always hopeful, always...
>The mare grabbed Haze's hooves and dragged her out of the leafy shelter.
>"You need to rest, or else you'll go insane!" Insisted Kuru, more vehemently than before "Haze! Look at me" She squeezed the grayish cheeks of the pegasus in front of her.
>"I - am - fine." She insisted "Besides, you don't even know how to operate a gun."
>Kuruminha giggled. And for a brief amount of time, everything felt at ease.
>"I don't need to operate guns, now excuse me--" She pushed Haze to one corner of the rock formation; their shelter for the upcoming night.
>"Just... please. You've done too much already. Rest. Eat." Kuru pointed to a big fruit (which Haze had never seen before)
Kuruminha ignored the pegasus' protests and inspected the area around those rocky shards; nothing but green canopies and vines. Further ahead, wriggly rivers disappeared into the horizon.
>The sun was quickly setting, and the night dragged with it many unpleasant things.
>As Haze organized the tent, Kuru stretched the rope of her bow.
>Squinting her eyes, all framed by the red on her cheeks, she assumed her post.
>"Kuru..." Haze started--
>"Hmm?" The light-cinnamon mare said in reply.
>Haze sighed.
>"Just be careful... It'll be hard to find a replacement if you cross to the other side."
>She never missed an opportunity to tease...
>The night would likely be calm, but the next day...
>Better not think about it yet, Haze concluded
>No, not too many thoughts, please.
>Not after all that happened.

pretty kino!

>>42279172 (OP)
So shit, stop posting faggot.

>>42279172 (OP)
moar

I was actually thinking recently about trying my hoof at writing a fanfic in the style of an old 19th Century anthropological report on those tribesponies shown in Daring Don't

>>42279998

I always felt like people truly missed a chance when it comes to exploring that side of the world shown in Daring Do episodes.

But hey, there's always an opportunity to start!

>>42279172 (OP)
>It all started one day; by sunrise. A foggy, blurry sunrise, over the vast waters of the Amazon river.
>The loud morning noises of flapping wings and bird calls, of monkeys and so many other animals -- it all was suddenly interrupted by a blast.
>Waves upon waves of birds parted ways and left the thick canopies, in what looked like an urgent massive escape.
>A large metallic object, shaped in the form of a large cylinder with rounded tips had just landed in the middle of the jungle.
>Merciless from the very start, it crushed everything in its way once it carved itself amidst the trees.
>It punctured the soil with anchors and there it stood.
>Just like that, without context and reason,'they' began.
>The buzz of insects was quickly replaced by that of drones; the first ones sparked curiosity in every tribe and settlement, due to their strange, but seemingly harmless nature.
>The forest nations were not unaware of the world outside. But those ponies were as deeply rooted as the trees and had no reason to mess around with the 'civilized' folks.
>Not everypony was so sure about the innocent nature of the 'buzzing things' though.
>It wasn't too long until the second wave began.
>Those machines were no longer for recognizance, but extermination.
>Haze's woke up and jumped out of her tent
>Nothing but the starry night sky above.
>Kuru was still in her post.
>Just another dream
>Never-ending reminders that wouldn't leave Haze's mind.

Nobody wants: greens about a faggot name'd OPs OC

You'd think the obvious offboarders would at least add a pony pic to their posts once in a while to make it a tiny bit less obvious.

>>42280166
>>42279225
seethe, schizo,

approach the mare, nothing to be afraid

thicc!

>>42280136

>Once more the sun has risen above the trees
>Kuru finally gets to rest her hooves and bow, as Haze quickly folds up their tent and organizes all the necessary things in their saddlebags.
>No cloud to be seen in the sky; not even the constant mist that emanates from the forest day and night.
>Haze's eyes were fixed in a spot still far ahead; the imposing silhouette of Mount Roraima
>On top of it, on the flat plateau, was a huge structure shaped like a shard, rarely visible from that distance, due to the constant clouds obscuring the top.
>Nobody knew exactly what was its purpose, but all the killing machines responded to its strange pulses and lights.
>It was Kuru's tribe, near the forest edge, who saw it first.
>They lived far inland, where the jungle surrendered to the hills and the mountains emerged.
>Kuru didn't like the idea of returning to those lands...
>Thoughts flashed in her mind, but she quickly shut it all down.
>She had no time for sadness.
>It was Haze's time to lead the way.
>The jungle would soon become less dense -- though that was no reason to celebrate.
>It was in the open fields between the last trees and the mountains where true danger silently awaited.
>Haze could feel the weight of her rifle
>She tightened her wing around it.

>>42279172 (OP)
Such gold, keep posting marelover.

>>42281262
rump

You're not sure why these mares are slicing potatoes and carrots into this hot bath they drew you, but they seem enthused by your visit, and the veggies sure make it aromatic!

Jungle life, we're living in the open
All alone like Anon boy
Hide-and-seek, we play alone while rushing 'cross the forest
Monkey business on a sunny afternoon
>OEOEOEOEE oooe
>OEOEOEOEE oooe
>>42282597
I wish that would happen to me

>>42282597
Now I want an animated pony cannibal holocaust. Maybe have Blueblood cast as one of the journos

I like this story so far

>It was the first time Haze reached that side of the forest edge
>She was born and raised in a coastal village, near the mouth of the Amazon river.
>So wide was the ancient body of water that from one shore or the river you couldn't see the other side.
>But now it was more like an invisible 'edge'; the trees started to grow in sparse chunks, then one by one they gave place to bushes, small vines, and wide open spaces.
>The wind almost carried away the green and yellow feathers that were always stuck in her mane.
>They stopped for a minute in order to fill their bottles in a pristine little creek that likely originated far up in the mountain range.
>Without realizing, Haze was outside the jungle, standing amidst tall blades of grass that reached her chin.
>Kuru returned from the creek; her body was completely soaked and dripping
>The red pigment almost completely gone from her face.
>"How are you not freezing?" Said Haze, not accustomed to the mild climate of the mountains.
>Kuru giggled, squeezing her mane to remove as much water as possible. For her, however, this place was home.
>At least used to be...
>From a little wooden box, she got some kind of red waxy thing. Urucum powder; a natural pigment that most tribes used to mark their bodies in one way or another.
>Kuru closed her eyes and made a stripe from one side to another of her face. On her cheeks she added three small risks.
>War.
>Ready to go, each mare with a particular set of thoughts; Haze about to explore that 'alien' land.
>Kuru ready to encounter some unpleasant memories.
>Five or so minutes had passed since they started to make their way through the vast fields.
>A strange silence filled that area, the wind suddenly seemed to stop.
>There wasn't enough time to capture the moment; Haze's ears picked something; a buzz, a sharp buzz -- an intense heat -- her eyes were consumed by the brightness.
>She tried to scream.
>Kuru aimed; although dazzled, Haze heard that unique sound of a sharp arrow crossing the air.
>It hit one of the blades of the drone, it self detonated.
>All of that was compressed in a matter of four seconds. Haze found herself on the ground, a fireball was all that remained, followed by a rain of tiny debris.
>Kuruminha dragged her away from the fire, her senses started to return.
>Haze tried to understand what her friend was talking about. Gradually, she helped the pegasus get back on her hooves.
>The words, however were still too far away.
>The mountain was too far away
>The end of it all -- was it too far away as well?
>Or was it impossible?

I'll need a bigger branch

>>42283582
unf. I like the bodypaint

Fancied trying to doodle some jungle ponies. I'll probably add a tribal hut interior for a background later

>>42280997
What is this mare called btw? I want to clop to her

>>42284227
it's just jackfruit-based 'meat'; lyra can trust the mare

and afaik, that other pic is also kuruminha, but with a different manecut

Unga bunga. Mare bonk

>>42285464
this

>>42287140
True.

>Haze dragged herself alongside Kuru, both mares unharmed, except for a few scratches on the pegasus' cheek.
>A lot deeper, however, were the wounds in her mind.
>The weight of her rifle around her neck only served as a reminder of how powerful, and yet useless, were her weapons and her jungle skills -- when pushed outside her boundaries.
>With an arrow -- an arrow, of all things -- Kuru destroyed that device. But for Haze, intermingled with gratitude were feelings of self-hate and guilt.
>With no trees around to crawl, no branches to fly to, no bushed to hide, the pegasus found herself feeling 'useless'.
>Flying around in those open fields meant giving away their location, besides, she couldn't possibly leave her friend alone.
>As big and imposing as the mountain looked like, almost within the reach of her hoof, the terrain leading to the massive stone walls seemed to stretch forever.
>Every bird, every blade of grass brushing against her body; it all triggered Haze.
>Kuruminha although seemingly stoic in nature, and often distant, was quite perceptive.
>"Let's stop over there for a while" Kuru said, pointing towards some thicker bushes that surrounded a small rock formation.
>"We won't have another chance until we reach the mountains" She added, considering that so far, both mares were still halfway there.
>Haze nodded. She wasn't in a position to refuse some rest.
>As they approached the rock, now feeling a bit more sheltered by the formation, Haze couldn't help but notice a multitude of shapes and marks all over the bottom part of the stone wall.
>The sun was now quite lower in the horizon, cast a warm light that bathed the cryptic drawings in a peculiar way, making it all more 'alive', due to the colors and patterns being somewhat reflective.
>Kuru touched her friend's back, bringing her back to reality.
>"We have a lot to talk about, don't we?" She said.
>Warm tears escaped from Haze's fierce eyes, now exposed and confused.
>"I'm so sorry--"

yeguas

>>42283582
>tfw no lookout mare chillin' in a tree like the cheshire cat
>except with a rifle and far too early in the morning for your heart's liking

>>42289891
A cheshire mare can do quite some interesting tricks with a rifle

up

>>42285464
Bonk Anon with large club and stuff him in her burlap marriage sack

>>42289891

>>42293327
yes we all tisms, why don't you

>>42293327
The space after the first quotation mark bothers me. That can't be typographically correct.

>>42293327
>>42293981

Damn, there are zero good images of these jungle mares pregnant. I wanted to express my desire to help them grow in numbers or whatever.

Anyway, you're last on the board, so bump.

Can we not ponies with guns? They don't belong. Where's blow pipes and atlatls?

>>42295859
Mare with alhulak desu