Nothing but Mammals
_I have chosen to write this on a separate sheet of paper for a myriad of reasons including hiding it from any children I may have in the future._ I stood there dumbfounded by the seemingly innocent question, and the unspoken implication. At long...
The beginning
**Journal entry of Mark Robertson** 5am, woke up abruptly this morning. I had to shower and change per qui nocturno pollutus in somno. Worse still, I remembered what I was dreaming about. Once I was clean, I prayed. 'Anima Christi, sanctifica...
Wedding bells & the alarms of war
I wandered around the streets of Ponyville trying to decide what I should buy as treats for Milky, Lightning and Octavia. On my way home I had decided to stop off and buy them gifts for being so understanding (and to apologise). I knew I wanted to get...
A long awaited wedding
A month later, Folcwine and S'fara were back in Riften, for their long awaited marriage. 'I'm surprised to see Galmar and Ulfric actually accepted the invitation.' S'fara said as Folcwine helped her comb her fur Folcwine laughed, 'Yes,...
Of blood and silver
Folcwine stood awkwardly before Jarl Ulfric, who despite casually reclining on his throne gave off an aura of intense energy. 'So, you are Folcwine of Falkreath, Thane Beorns' son?' 'As he was, lord, yes.' 'Yes, "Jarl" Siddgier has much...
Prologue
Cenwulf shifted in his saddle, trying to ease the dull ache in his backside. It had been a long ride from the hill country that formed much of the border between the Dog territories and Equestria. As he threaded his way through the streets of...
Pride goeth before a fall
**Author's Note:** _I decided to include the end of the last chapter as reminder of where we are (as it were) rather than starting from the new material._ _Gunhilda, in addition to following the "G" naming convention is a "meaningful name" as it is...
The Stormcloaks have found victory across the land
By the time they had arrived at the Haafingar camp, preparations for the final assault were almost completed. 'We attack tomorrow, Ulfric is holding a big ceremony tonight.' his sergeant told him 'Good, I can't stand the waiting.' Folcwine...
The Spark
Folcwine and S'fara chatted happily as they walked the road to Whiterun 'I like it, it's something every true Nord should aspire to wear!' 'What? A dead bear?' scoffed S'fara 'It's the uniform of an officer in the Stormcloak army!...
Kicking our way through autumn's leaves
**Journal entry of Mark Robertson** It occurs to me that in writing for yourself, and not for anyone else, you tend to cut details out or even omit events altogether. For example, looking back, I didn't mention the time a pony went into hysterics on...
Winter is coming... to dinner
**Journal entry of Mark Robertson** Oh what sweet release! What rapture to be unburdened! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Ahem anyway... I received Winter's reply by first post this morning. In her short note, she begged me to wait until tonight,...
The spark
Folcwine and S'fara chatted happily as they walked the road to Whiterun 'I like it, it's something every true Nord should aspire to wear!' 'What? A dead bear?' scoffed S'fara 'It's the uniform of an officer in the Stormcloak army!...