When I was young, my village was attacked; all the stallions took up arms, and I did my best to help…

but I hadn’t nearly the experience they did.

While my father carved a swath of death in his wake…

I’m lucky to be alive

((sorry I spent longer to get this update done than I had intended to, I’m probably going to cut back to just a couple posts per week now that I’m doing this again, depending on if I’m getting questions or not))

I know this isn’t the old country, but the shadows are all the same

Another picture from my younger days

((Sorry about the quality of posts lately, I’ve been doing these to keep myself distracted and entertained, hopefully I can do some better ones soon))

Pull up a tankard, let’s see if I have any tales to keep you entertained

((Couldn’t decide how to commemorate this, does anyone out there have a particular story for me to craft?))

((I suppose the black and white doesn’t precisely convey colour; my coat is a shade of rust leaning towards red, while my mane is in the realm of slate grey. In case you were wondering about my tailcoat, it would be embroidered black fabric, handed down from my father. And in case this is at all ambiguous, as some other ponies seem to  have trouble with, I am in fact a stallion. Thank you for your question))

Unfortunately, my forge was badly damaged in the recent snowstorm…

But once I have it up and running again I’d welcome another pony around here

Now that I see I’ve got at least a few ponies’ interest, I thought I would share a bit of my past. I not sure who captured this image, but it’s of myself leaping into battle. I don’t recall the exact beast, but you at least have a glimpse of what life what like in the Old Country.

((sorry if this one looks kind of off, I’m trying to make myself draw poses I’ve never done before and I didn’t really have a reference for this one… Also, I’m counting 5+ followers as my first milestone, I hadn’t expected that, thank you very much to all of you))

I suppose I do wear clothes more often than most ponies around here do…

Just like any other pony, right?

((this was a little rushed, but I told myself I would get all three of these most recent posts up in 24 hours, to try and get back into this))

Here I am but a blacksmith. in my old land, however…

That’s another Story for another time, though. As for sparring goes, I think I remember my training.

Armed or unarmed?

There’s so many of you all of the sudden

Must…Impress…Ironflank

I’ve been rather busy lately to bother with shaving, and I think I’ll keep my new-found beard

((oh man, 2 posts in less than 24 hours, go me))