Edited by Soto Konoha
Diary Entry 77
‘Hippogriff: a creature born from the unnatural breeding between a griffon and a pony; often the outcome of non-consensual intercourse.’ That’s what the textbook says. If Equestria’s most unbiased book-written by a stallion who’s said to be the most unbiased pony-hints towards a hate of griffon and pony mating habits, how will today’s society look at it? I hope with all my heart that the History of Equestria: It’s Ponies and Land is a recollection of past mindsets, not modern. I still need to be cautious though. Already, I’m thinking of providing home schooling until I can assure myself that my children will be safe.
Diary Entry 124
Octavia sent me a note a few days ago, and though it’s been almost a year since we last talked, we quickly got back into the swing of things. I had lots to tell her, she had more. Apparently I had been replaced, but it was in a way I could agree to; Octavia got married. Sure it was a quick transition; meet the mare, and then, one year later, marry her, but she seemed sure that it was the right choice. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely support her, but can I be blamed for wishing it never happened? This means there’s an even smaller chance that she’ll return to Manehattan.
I had a dream about her last night; we were sitting together, talking over a cup of coffee like we always used to do. It was rainy outside, and we were just… talking. At one point in the conversation I heard hoof steps. At first, I put them off, but as they approach nearer, I stop and turn. A shadowy mare approaches, and Octy’s attention shifts. Without a word, and headless to my begging, she gets up and walks off.
Weird dream, right; I’m haunted by that dream. It’s preventing me from being truly happy that my good friend finally found her match.
Oh, I miss her dearly.
Diary entry 310
Today’s the day! Ren and Rorrick are having their third birthday; my, have they grown. I’m going to be taking them to the park, the one I used to busker at, actually; Fourhoof. I’m nervous. Today will be the first time they have the opportunity to interact with other ponies, and I pray to Celestia that they will be received nicely. I know it’s only foals, but I’m going to use this opportunity to decide whether or not I should enroll them in homeschooling, or public. Private is out of the picture because I’m still jobless, and we won’t be making enough money to support that prestigious education. We’re happy though, all four of us, and I think that’s all that matters.
Diary entry 311
The park outing seemed harmless enough. At first, the other foals were curious, and a little afraid; considering my children were larger than them, I understood. Eventually, however, they warmed up nicely enough. I’m so happy it turned out, and on top of it all, Orrick and I had some nice time to spend with one another. After the outing, we found the old tree I used to busker under, and I told the kids what I used to do when I was a filly. They seemed amused, and then they asked me to play them something. I agreed, and just three hours ago, when we were sitting around after dinner, I took out my old electric piano and played them their two favorite songs: Growl Go’s the Griffon and Trotting in the Sky (A very beautiful nursery rhyme, might I add). I suppose I can say I still had it in me, the colors did return, but I noticed something different this time around; they were duller. To me, however, going without them for so long, all they did was rekindle my spirits. Rorrick and Ren loved my music, and the rest of the night was filled with me teaching them how to sing. I must say that was enjoyable. What’s more, I took note that Ren especially had a musical inclination. By the end of the night, she could hit all the notes (give or take) of Growl Go’s the Griffon. Rorrick, however, found his place singing sporadically, not minding to hit the notes; he was enjoying himself thoroughly in the process. If only I could relive tonight one thousand times, or till I die; because for the first time in such a long time, I truly found myself lost to happiness.
Diary entry 380
Well, I haven’t written in here for a while now. Something will change today, however; Ren and Rorrick are going to school… grade 1, to be exact. Regular outings to the park have helped the twins get acquainted with the other ponies their age, and after talking with their mothers, I’ve learnt that a lot of them are going to be going to the same school. This is excellent. Ren has befriended a rather troublesome colt, silly and mischievous, while Rorrick still remains on the outside. I worry for him; he has a harder time fitting in… griffon blood runs strong in him. I can only hope for bright skies, I suppose, and like myself, my children will get a dose of both the bad, and the good (hopefully more good than bad). Only time will tell.
Diary entry 480
Today, Rorrick came home from school crying. When I asked him what was wrong, he told me he was being made fun of in school. They were calling him an oversized chicken, and apparently, the teacher had done little to intervene. Grade one was ok, and so was grade two… three has already turned out to be the worst year yet for Rorrick.
Ren on the other hoof is fitting in fine! She’s got a few good friends, and though she tries to fend off Rorrick’s assailants, she often doesn’t succeed. I suppose it’s the thought that counts though. She’s already joined the choir, and they plan on doing a performance in Fourhoof next week. Count me there!
Orrick is gone overseas to where Octavia is living now. He’s on a business trip, but he promised me he’d stop by her neighborhood and say hi. I envy him, but with the foals so young, and the fact that it’s right in the middle of the school year, I couldn’t join him.
Diary entry 498
I don’t know if I should feel glad, or sad. When Orrick returned, he brought back far more than just a ‘hi’ from Octavia. The damn mare was on my doorstep! I still can’t believe it now, a day later, while I’m writing this. Apparently, she’d been kicked out by her mate and had been surviving on the streets of Zanzibar for almost a year! No wonder she no longer sent me notes. The story on how Orrick found her was brief (as he seemed as unbelieving as I), but he mentioned something about almost tripping over her while walking to his hotel; he seemed as unbelieving as I.
So now my old friend sleeps in our basement. On the couch momentarily, but tomorrow, we’re going to bring down a fold-out. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy she’s here… but can I not feel a bit of apprehension? This whole deal has come up so fast.
Diary entry 502
Looking at my friend, how she’s changed, puts me to tears. We had a very emotional talk today; two stay-at-home mares with woes to trade. The foals were off at school, and Orrick was up in our room working. We had an afternoon to burn. I always imagined the next time I and Octy would talk over coffee, it would be happy… there was no room for that here. This is her story.
Married the mare, relationship went well for a while. Was caught cheating on wife (something she regrets so deeply now), wife was not happy. Instead of talking it out, wife becomes aggressive… relationship goes down the drain. Octy is kicked from her house with some money to spend, spends it all on alcohol.
Here comes the best part.
Goes broke, becomes a busker. Cello broken in jumping… becomes a prostitute. Buck. No.
I’m angry at her, but right now, till things settle, I’m to assume the more favorable role of ‘supportive friend’. I have to get her back on track… but how?
Great story so far. Keep it up
Is this how the story will end? Her just writing away or are you going to have the part that makes everyone who reads it cry?
This is a very amazing story that you have created. I truly do love it.
doesn't need one of the "he seemed as unbelieving as I"s; if you wanted extra emphasis change the wording a bit
other than that minor mishap loving the story
I was messing around with my own story, saw this flash across the featured box, and said buck my story it can wait.
Can't you see what you've done? You've created such an amazing story, that I just couldn't continue with mine until I read the new chapter.
Amazing work as usual, and I gotta say...I never expected Octavia to turn to prostitution. dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Octavia_plot.png
Octavia turning to prostitutism after being caught cheating on her wife? Vinyl a disgraced drug addict, married to a gryphon? This sure is a unique story. I love it.
T'would be badass to see the Rorick do something with music like metal later on in life, but that's just me I suppose.
wow...that was depressing. Especially for Octavia. I ca understand the other stuff (sorta, I find it hard to imagine her cheating) but prostitution...I can't handle that, it just seems so wrong for Octavia. I don't even know how you could bring yourself to write that.
Well...I'm happy that you skipped the whole birthing process, but I'm certainly depressed about Octavia and Rorrick.
Make my sad go away by writing another chapter, please
Stop making me "hnng" when somoeone is bullied or succumbed to some form of "antidepressant"
This has fully caught my attention. I'll have to read this later!
1429479 Derp Derp, I will keep that in mind next time. I just don't imagine someone that is paranoid saying the same thing, but in different words. They usually say the same thing instead of going through the bother of trying to reword it because they can't think straight with all that is going on around them. Though, if that is what you think, I will take your notion into consideration the next time I edit the story... NO! I lost my long list of emoticons! Out of the worst possible things that can happen, this is the WORST! POSSIBLE!!! THING!!!!!
Okay, I am done with my random ranting. Anyways, I will see what I can do next time.
Time to return the favor ^_^
i.imgur.com/j4Nnv.png ~Wolf
diu vivere in lupus imperium!
Octy why octy
You have my attention... so boy gets bullied girl goes along fine... messed op... not as much as how Octavia is doing... guilty pleasures much? Im calling for a 1v1 action with octy. And vinyl. Great chapter man
1430467what did I do?
Damn, Octy really got herself in deep. At least she's got a friend like Vinyl and vice versa.
I don't know how well I can swallow the thought of Octavia becoming a prostitute, it deeply saddens me and it just doesn't sound like the mare that Octavia is. She's a very strong-willed pony but I don't see her being under asking a friend for help vs. degrading herself to something so lowly.
Comment #300 is mine! Mwahahahahahahahaha!
wow.......why would tavi cheat? why a prostitute?who would jump tavi? er ma gerd, wow.... good story though, and good job Soto!!!!
I dont get it did octy take buck or not?
Good chapter although i found it a litlle short. Nothing else to really say about it except keep up the good work
A mixture of complicated feelings. I'm happy that Vinyl's foals were born healthy, and that Ren is fitting in fine. I'm sad that Rorrick has been poked at for his appearance. I'm sympathetic for Octavia, but at the same time its kind of funny to me. Dunno why.
Still loving it.. Great job.
Totally still reading this and enjoying it btw
Part two provides some interesting twists, I am slightly confused on why you choose to start doing diary entries for these. Its almost like you've gone back to how the story was progressing at the beginning, much more fast paced.
oooo. Rorrick needs help. So does Octy. Heck, the entire family.
This is going to be the most messed up family ever assembled. But that's the perfect kind of family to me. I'm just glad Octavia is back where she belongs. Dammit Octy, I expected better from you! She almost followed in Vinyl's hoofsteps perfectly. Now it's Vinyl's turn to return the support she got all those years ago.
~SolidFire