Discord story 2 by PhobicAlbino on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Another advancement in the Discord future story.
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Discord picked his head up off the rug and lazily slumped over onto his other side.

Aside from the thumping of a large chaos beast laying down on the floor, the room was nearly silent. The only other noises were from the fireplace, still brightly lit and crackling lively, and the occasional metallic clink from the knitting needles working away.

Discord looked over at the elderly deer that sat beside him in a big pillowy chair, calmly and carefully intertwining yarn together in the dim room. The garment she was knitting piqued his curiosity and he concentrated his sore eyes on it.

It was a baby's blanket.

Discord recoiled at the sight and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Dearie?" The old doe asked him upon seeing the pained look on his face. He stifled a sob and cleared his throat.

"I am fine, Mayberry, continue your knitting." He quietly demanded. He wouldn't dare open his eyes in the fear tears would pour out.

Out of no where he felt a pair of hooves on his cheeks. Discord blinked in astonishment as Mayberry, a deer he hadn't even known for a whole day, looked his straight in the eye with a solemn smile and said,

"It's okay to hurt, dearie. Everyone hurts."

Discord lowered his head in defeat as tears blurred his vision. He sniffled and clenched his jaw.

Mayberry carefully wrapped her hooves around his snout and she leaned forwards, planting a very gently kiss on his forehead.

"It's okay. Believe me, dearie, the hurt won't last forever."

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This was also a good practice in shading, which I desperately need.

Here we have Discord recuperating from the loss of his very first friend Fluttershy. He was warmly welcomed into the home of the Oakantlers. They are a collective, great, big happy family of Canadursan manners. Not all their names technically end in Oakantler, its more like a general lineage type thing.

If y'all are wondering why a baby blanket made Discord cry, it's because it had little pink butterflies on it, and instant and horribly painful reminder of the recent passing of Fluttershy.

Mayberry is so sweet and old.