because it’ll help me tell his story. (and i also really wanted to draw these.)
so yeah, let’s start with little baby lucky! (he was usually called
“lucky” at this age because of his extreme luck. he often put himself in very
tricky & dangerous situations, yet it usually worked out fine.) at this age, he
still lived at home obviOUSLY. he was quite a happy foal with looooads of
energy. he was an extremely mischievous little bastard and keeping an
eye on him was nearly impossible.
and then there’s furry lil colt bab rocky. (he preferred to be called
“rocky” at this age because he thought it sounded a lot cooler.) he was a good
and he was the glue that was holding his family together through a few years
of extreme poverty. he did his chores & even took some part time jobs to
support his loved ones. because of this, he could not afford school.
and theeeeeen there’s the “shut up mum this isn’t a phase this is who
i really am” - angsty and emotionally confused lazy and irresponsible teenager
who wanted to be called nothing but “sham” but was still called “rocky” for some
reason. this is where stuff happened. a lot of stuff. for a great while, he would
just act like every other dumbass teenager and he would commit minor crimes like
stealing stuff and doing drugs and street art and stuff like that. but then there was
a major change in his life - the death of his father. this shook the young stallion and
turned his life upside down. his family lost the farm, and his mum moved to her own
mother’s house. he then lost touch with his mother as he decided to run away from
home. ever since, he’s been travelling the world and taking small jobs here and there.
and finally fancy ass lucky with the golden shoes. after years of travelling
aimlessly, he decided he was tired of just roaming and he wanted to find a place to
stay. he found canterlot, and was fascinated by the city. to be continued….