Yes I will let a tag interfere. Because it’s basically saying “No you don’t get to have your own interpretation of this scenario. This is romance. Sorry.”
That’s my perspective.
This isn’t meant to be shipping on its own, and I don’t think there’s anything to really indicate that. I personally do ship trixlestia (yes, I’m weird), so it’s not an invalid interpretation, either.
Also, MrWes is pleasure to work with; excellent prices, fast, pleasant and quite obviously really talented.
Into the blistering wilderness of Shur, the pony who walked with Ursas now walks alone.
Torn from the pinnacle of showbiz power, stripped of all rank and earthly wealth, a forsaken mare without a country, without a hope, her soul in turmoil like the hot winds and raging sands that lash her with the fury of a coachman’s whip. She is driven forward, always forward, by a god unknown, toward a land unseen… into the molten wilderness of sin, where granite sentinels stand as towers of living death to bar her way.
Each night brings the black embrace of loneliness. In the mocking whisper of the wind, she hears the echoing voices of the dark…
Trixie!
Trixie!
Trixie!
Trixie! Trixie!
_Trixie!
Her tortured mind wondering if they call the memory of past triumphs or wail foreboding of disasters yet to come; or whether the desert’s hot breath has melted her reason into madness.
She cannot cool the burning kiss of thirst upon her lips nor shade the scorching fury of the sun. All about is desolation.
She can neither bless nor curse the power that moves her, for she does not know from where it comes.
Learning that it can be more terrible to live than to die, she is driven onward through the burning crucible of desert, where holy men and prophets are cleansed and purged for Celestia’s great purpose, until at last, at the end of pony strength, beaten into the dust from which she came, the metal is ready for the maker’s hand.
